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GUAC THE CASBAH
Dec. 1st, 2006 01:56 amThis will be another one of those this-'n'-that posts -- I'm not stringing all that many coherent thoughts together. My synapses are likely on strike; should have seen it coming when they went union.
* Feeling much better the past couple days. Late Monday and all of Tuesday were spent in a state of functional delirium with random aches all about my body with localized constant pain in head and neck. Yet somehow I worked a 10-plus hour day Tuesday and got an unlikely amount accomplished. Sometimes sickness forces me to uni-task with tunnel vision to a degree that boosts my efficiency, or at least counterbalances the drag from, uh, dragginess. Anyway, I feared it was the onset of the flu or at least of Perturbing Autumn Cold #1, but I emerged from the portal of a 10-hour night's sleep feeling perfect. Though all day I did feel a slight disconnect/disassociation, which was my puzzled body mulling, "Wait -- I'm supposed to be in pain and agony now, right?" and occasionally wondering if the Alien Overlords came in during the night and moved my brain into my Perfect Clone.
* Didn't mention Thanksgiving last week; 'twas spent with my mother, our minister and his wife and their dog (Sam, for II Samuel -- his predecessor Sam has retroactively been deemed I Samuel) at their home. For which I made the guacamole appetizer pictured. My guacamole is, I say with all humility, a thing of power and love. Its fame is exponentially ballooning. Ere long, I shall be the Charlemagne, the Maximillian, the Caesar Augustus of guac. (My aunt once had a poodle named Maximillian. Doesn't seem to fit, does it. Of course, a colleague has Chihuahuas named Godzilla and King Kong. Another aunt owned Max's father, whom everybody called Rudy. Turned out the poodle's full name was "Rudolph Valentino." And it occurs I somehow morphed from Thanksgiving to oddly named poodles.) Anyway, a good time of family and friends, with too much food and much good discussion. If I get an OK, I'll post a shot of Mike carving the turkey while Sam stares intently.
* Congratulations to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
erinwrites for finishing her NaNoWriMo novel! Much yay! Even with the gale wind of mutual support from others in ones position, writing is at heart a process of solitary discipline. Hope to see the final draft someday ... preferably in hardcover, on the shelves.
* I find Craig's List a great idea in theory. In practice, nobody's buying my stuff. *smiles*
* I had several more inconsequential points, but I've forgotten them all. So just enjoy the purty green guacamole. Meditate upon the purty green guacamole. Watch as the purty green guacamole claims your soul ...
Sounds & Images: Phases and Stages (Willie Nelson)
State O'Mind: Generally content
* Feeling much better the past couple days. Late Monday and all of Tuesday were spent in a state of functional delirium with random aches all about my body with localized constant pain in head and neck. Yet somehow I worked a 10-plus hour day Tuesday and got an unlikely amount accomplished. Sometimes sickness forces me to uni-task with tunnel vision to a degree that boosts my efficiency, or at least counterbalances the drag from, uh, dragginess. Anyway, I feared it was the onset of the flu or at least of Perturbing Autumn Cold #1, but I emerged from the portal of a 10-hour night's sleep feeling perfect. Though all day I did feel a slight disconnect/disassociation, which was my puzzled body mulling, "Wait -- I'm supposed to be in pain and agony now, right?" and occasionally wondering if the Alien Overlords came in during the night and moved my brain into my Perfect Clone.
* Didn't mention Thanksgiving last week; 'twas spent with my mother, our minister and his wife and their dog (Sam, for II Samuel -- his predecessor Sam has retroactively been deemed I Samuel) at their home. For which I made the guacamole appetizer pictured. My guacamole is, I say with all humility, a thing of power and love. Its fame is exponentially ballooning. Ere long, I shall be the Charlemagne, the Maximillian, the Caesar Augustus of guac. (My aunt once had a poodle named Maximillian. Doesn't seem to fit, does it. Of course, a colleague has Chihuahuas named Godzilla and King Kong. Another aunt owned Max's father, whom everybody called Rudy. Turned out the poodle's full name was "Rudolph Valentino." And it occurs I somehow morphed from Thanksgiving to oddly named poodles.) Anyway, a good time of family and friends, with too much food and much good discussion. If I get an OK, I'll post a shot of Mike carving the turkey while Sam stares intently.
* Congratulations to
erinwrites for finishing her NaNoWriMo novel! Much yay! Even with the gale wind of mutual support from others in ones position, writing is at heart a process of solitary discipline. Hope to see the final draft someday ... preferably in hardcover, on the shelves. * I find Craig's List a great idea in theory. In practice, nobody's buying my stuff. *smiles*
* I had several more inconsequential points, but I've forgotten them all. So just enjoy the purty green guacamole. Meditate upon the purty green guacamole. Watch as the purty green guacamole claims your soul ...
Sounds & Images: Phases and Stages (Willie Nelson)
State O'Mind: Generally content
