re-reading the last post, there are so many typing, spelling, and grammatical errors, i should be punished.
however, it was 4 in the funking morning, so i get immunity.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
dreamland
i have to work at 5am. i fell asleep a bit after 10:30, work up suddenly right at 2am, peed, got a glass of water, and went back to bed. when i fell back asleep, i had a series of some of the most fucked up dreams ever.
the first thing i remember is sitting on the stoop of a house in a residential neighborhood. my old school attendance lady and her husband, who later became regular customers of mine, walked down the sidewalk. mr. and mrs. barclay (that is the aforementioned characters) walked up. mr. b handed me an empty cup and 2 other small cups containing what i later figured out to be milk and sugar, and tells me they just need a refill. mrs. b states that he should just have me wait on them as opposed to getting the coffee themselves. mr.b rudely squeezes past me to go upstairs to his office (wtf?). i stand up, thinking how much i hate these once sweet customers. i enter this barren house and go to pour coffee from a cheesy little mr. coffee pot that has been cooking poorly made coffee for god knows how long. i realize, i have to make some more because they are old needy cunts (in my dream version anyway). the little coffee set-up was more ghetto than one you would see in a small town bank. mostyl empty bags of various starbucks coffees littered the shabby little card table. the filters were made of plastic. i yelled out the dooor that i had to make some fresh to mrs.b and asked her regular or decaf. she replies decaf. of course.
but when i go to grind the decaf, the grinder is weak and barely breaks the beans into what appears to be pebbles and crushed garlic. at this point, the b's enter the house to see what the hold up is. i explain the sitch, and of course they are not happy. mr. b then recommends i use a new grinder from the retail wall that has just magically appeared. i can't believe the fucking nerve of these people. jesus christ!! i of course oblige (rolls eyes w/ back turned), any thing to be rid of these horrible people. my boss's wife did offer to buy the grinder afterwards, slightly hinting that maybe the b's should offer to. of course they don't. why katherine was there i am not sure.
there part where they get the coffee is hazy. but i do remember that is took like 2 hours and i was pissed.
(scene missing)
i had to go back to the house, which in this portion of the dream, it was completely trashed, and was most recently occupied by my friends becky and kristen. kristen's giant dog named bruiser was there and was jumping on me and not leaving me alone. after repeated attempts to push him away, i finally yelled "NO!!!" at him. he got really sad and skulked away. 2 dogs outside started barking and walked towards the front of the house where bruiser (btw, kristen doesn't really have a dog) met them outside. bruiser layed down and pouted.a deformed man in a motorized chair who lived next door rolled up and asked what the problem was. i explained, felt bad, and called bruiser over to apologize. he threw his arms around my neck and started crying. i asked if he missed his mom and he said he did and went on this dog sobbing tyrade. i consoled the dog, and called kristen to tell her to come home to her boy.
crunched for time here so i skip ahead abit.
next thing, i am sitting on a stoop again looking out over a lake. there seems to be a storm blowing in, and the whole scene is eerie. there is a definite feeeling of unrest in the air. then, on the horizon to the north, and giant figure appears with a large club over his shoulder, trudging south shin deep in the water. i then think to myself i am watching clash of the titans. more giants appear, all heading wordlessly south in the water all somber like but with purpose. soon the lake is full of marching giants and people start to head out of their doors and follow olong the shoreline. there is a guy who is franticly trying to get people to stop, and regain their senses. turns out everyone is headed to valhalla, which in my dream is the equal to armageddon. this one guy climbs into a tree and shouts "STOP!!!" for a minute, everyone does. he tries to tell them all that he bible is lying, and you don't have to go. one of the giants catapults him from the tree, and he lands on his back. everyone turns and walks to their end. i decide to stay, a few people do, but i didn't want to hang out with the tree guy, ifound him very irritating. i enter the house, which is now something like a borders books with a bad diner. i sit down at the diner, and magically rowdy and jole are my dining companions. our waitress had no idea what had happened. she said she had like 6 tables, but they ll got up and left abruptly. i tried to explain, but she didn't get it, so we ordered cheeseburgers. i tried to tell jole a story, but he kept interrupting me and being generally frustrating. it was a very typical rowdy, justin, jole eating experience. alot of grousing and jabbing at eachother. when the food came, jole bit into his burger and complained of something hard. i examined his sandwich and found what looked like a large vicodin, intact minus a bit jole chipped off with his tooth. we called the server over, who was a 16-17 year old girl, and not to bright. explained the pill, and she exclaimed that it was hers for allergies or something and stuck her paw out for it and asked if she could have it now because she was going to take it right there. we were all appalled and denied her the pill and demanded that jole not pay. we were all in awe. i remember stating that this might be the most fucked-up day i ever had. then, the manger of the washington mutual next to my store came up to the table face covered in shaving cream. introduced himself to rowdy and jole, and tried to get them to open accounts. i was preparing to pay. i had a 10 and a 20 that were both badly torn. i tried to tape them up, and i woke up.
its now 4:40am. time to go to work.
note to self: don't eat near raw steak before bed.
the first thing i remember is sitting on the stoop of a house in a residential neighborhood. my old school attendance lady and her husband, who later became regular customers of mine, walked down the sidewalk. mr. and mrs. barclay (that is the aforementioned characters) walked up. mr. b handed me an empty cup and 2 other small cups containing what i later figured out to be milk and sugar, and tells me they just need a refill. mrs. b states that he should just have me wait on them as opposed to getting the coffee themselves. mr.b rudely squeezes past me to go upstairs to his office (wtf?). i stand up, thinking how much i hate these once sweet customers. i enter this barren house and go to pour coffee from a cheesy little mr. coffee pot that has been cooking poorly made coffee for god knows how long. i realize, i have to make some more because they are old needy cunts (in my dream version anyway). the little coffee set-up was more ghetto than one you would see in a small town bank. mostyl empty bags of various starbucks coffees littered the shabby little card table. the filters were made of plastic. i yelled out the dooor that i had to make some fresh to mrs.b and asked her regular or decaf. she replies decaf. of course.
but when i go to grind the decaf, the grinder is weak and barely breaks the beans into what appears to be pebbles and crushed garlic. at this point, the b's enter the house to see what the hold up is. i explain the sitch, and of course they are not happy. mr. b then recommends i use a new grinder from the retail wall that has just magically appeared. i can't believe the fucking nerve of these people. jesus christ!! i of course oblige (rolls eyes w/ back turned), any thing to be rid of these horrible people. my boss's wife did offer to buy the grinder afterwards, slightly hinting that maybe the b's should offer to. of course they don't. why katherine was there i am not sure.
there part where they get the coffee is hazy. but i do remember that is took like 2 hours and i was pissed.
(scene missing)
i had to go back to the house, which in this portion of the dream, it was completely trashed, and was most recently occupied by my friends becky and kristen. kristen's giant dog named bruiser was there and was jumping on me and not leaving me alone. after repeated attempts to push him away, i finally yelled "NO!!!" at him. he got really sad and skulked away. 2 dogs outside started barking and walked towards the front of the house where bruiser (btw, kristen doesn't really have a dog) met them outside. bruiser layed down and pouted.a deformed man in a motorized chair who lived next door rolled up and asked what the problem was. i explained, felt bad, and called bruiser over to apologize. he threw his arms around my neck and started crying. i asked if he missed his mom and he said he did and went on this dog sobbing tyrade. i consoled the dog, and called kristen to tell her to come home to her boy.
crunched for time here so i skip ahead abit.
next thing, i am sitting on a stoop again looking out over a lake. there seems to be a storm blowing in, and the whole scene is eerie. there is a definite feeeling of unrest in the air. then, on the horizon to the north, and giant figure appears with a large club over his shoulder, trudging south shin deep in the water. i then think to myself i am watching clash of the titans. more giants appear, all heading wordlessly south in the water all somber like but with purpose. soon the lake is full of marching giants and people start to head out of their doors and follow olong the shoreline. there is a guy who is franticly trying to get people to stop, and regain their senses. turns out everyone is headed to valhalla, which in my dream is the equal to armageddon. this one guy climbs into a tree and shouts "STOP!!!" for a minute, everyone does. he tries to tell them all that he bible is lying, and you don't have to go. one of the giants catapults him from the tree, and he lands on his back. everyone turns and walks to their end. i decide to stay, a few people do, but i didn't want to hang out with the tree guy, ifound him very irritating. i enter the house, which is now something like a borders books with a bad diner. i sit down at the diner, and magically rowdy and jole are my dining companions. our waitress had no idea what had happened. she said she had like 6 tables, but they ll got up and left abruptly. i tried to explain, but she didn't get it, so we ordered cheeseburgers. i tried to tell jole a story, but he kept interrupting me and being generally frustrating. it was a very typical rowdy, justin, jole eating experience. alot of grousing and jabbing at eachother. when the food came, jole bit into his burger and complained of something hard. i examined his sandwich and found what looked like a large vicodin, intact minus a bit jole chipped off with his tooth. we called the server over, who was a 16-17 year old girl, and not to bright. explained the pill, and she exclaimed that it was hers for allergies or something and stuck her paw out for it and asked if she could have it now because she was going to take it right there. we were all appalled and denied her the pill and demanded that jole not pay. we were all in awe. i remember stating that this might be the most fucked-up day i ever had. then, the manger of the washington mutual next to my store came up to the table face covered in shaving cream. introduced himself to rowdy and jole, and tried to get them to open accounts. i was preparing to pay. i had a 10 and a 20 that were both badly torn. i tried to tape them up, and i woke up.
its now 4:40am. time to go to work.
note to self: don't eat near raw steak before bed.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
melancholy.
i just watched this movie. it was not great, okay, not terrible.
...it had decent content though. the wine helped.
current mood: buzzed, lonely, stagnant.
i need to ride my bike.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
happy thanksgiving!!!!
oh my god! i am in the throes of an amazing food coma. fuck turkey, fuck dressing, fuck any bland, canned, traditional thanksgiving fare. i abhor that nonsense. my dear mum and i came up with a fantastic menu this year.
we chose a pork loin roast for the main carcass of devouring. i arrived at mum's around noon, escaped to my work to procure espresso briefly, then returned to carefully whisk together a husky marinade of st. peters porter beer, molasses, balsamic vinegar, homemade vanilla extract, coffee,crushed garlic, and more than a few healthy dashes of cayenne. placed large hunk of pig in a tupperware container with said marinade in fridge, later to be flipped.
we had to go to the store for a few more items. came back and i whipped up a couple of fried egg and bacon and cheddar on english muffin sammies to nosh on. mother was working on a horrible italian cream cake w/ orange curd an pecan cream cheese icing. around 2 i asked "is it time to start drinking?" cracked a bottle of gabbiano chianti to sip whilst i cut up onions for caramelizing, and halving brussel sprouts. with the onions reducing to brown goo, i pulled the hunk o pork from its dark depths of marinade, patted dry, and coated in salt and pepper. heat skillet, olive oil, sear on all sides, place in roasting pan 400 degrees with a bit of marinade around it, reserve rest.
mum did not have a proper meat thermometer, so i had to run home to grab mine (i live like..2 blocks away). boiled potatoes, set aside.
forgot to mention i was roasting garlic along with the roast.
render fat from bacon, sear halved sprouts in pig fat, braise in ugly pug and salt.
strain remaining marinade from pork. heat in skillet. reduce. add chicken stock. reduce add chicken stock. reduce to glaze.
melt butter in small saucepan. add cream and milk. rice potatoes (read up on potato ricers, i have seen the light!). press roasted garlic. incorporate all together. top w/ caramelized onions.
i also forgot to mention the spinach cheese puff mum made. kinda liked creamed spinach, but with gruyere cheese, and breadcrumbs, baked to golden deliciousness. ZOMG!@!!!
my main gripe, is that the pig could have been soaked in juice longer, and we cooked it a bit long for my taste. it was still wonderfully juicy, and the sauce..... wow. it was intriguing. the flavors that developed were truly amazing. everything turned out great. i drained 2 bottles of wine, had a slice of cake (which btw, should have killed me...oh the decadence!!), watched some tv for a bit, but had to return home to check on my poor baby scat, and give her meds.
if you didn't know, scat had to stay at the metro west hospital for a couple of nights for what they think is pancreatitis. she was not eating, pooping, peeing for some days, and was vomiting alot. she is back home now after iv, an enema, and special diet ( which she is continuing now). we are waiting on her blood work back from a&m soon to see what her diagnosis be. she is eating, not vomiting, but still lethargic, so hopefully on the mend.
i want to give shout out to all of my wonderful friends, i am thankful for you all. may the coming year, and the end of this one bring you happiness.
we chose a pork loin roast for the main carcass of devouring. i arrived at mum's around noon, escaped to my work to procure espresso briefly, then returned to carefully whisk together a husky marinade of st. peters porter beer, molasses, balsamic vinegar, homemade vanilla extract, coffee,crushed garlic, and more than a few healthy dashes of cayenne. placed large hunk of pig in a tupperware container with said marinade in fridge, later to be flipped.
we had to go to the store for a few more items. came back and i whipped up a couple of fried egg and bacon and cheddar on english muffin sammies to nosh on. mother was working on a horrible italian cream cake w/ orange curd an pecan cream cheese icing. around 2 i asked "is it time to start drinking?" cracked a bottle of gabbiano chianti to sip whilst i cut up onions for caramelizing, and halving brussel sprouts. with the onions reducing to brown goo, i pulled the hunk o pork from its dark depths of marinade, patted dry, and coated in salt and pepper. heat skillet, olive oil, sear on all sides, place in roasting pan 400 degrees with a bit of marinade around it, reserve rest.
mum did not have a proper meat thermometer, so i had to run home to grab mine (i live like..2 blocks away). boiled potatoes, set aside.
forgot to mention i was roasting garlic along with the roast.
render fat from bacon, sear halved sprouts in pig fat, braise in ugly pug and salt.
strain remaining marinade from pork. heat in skillet. reduce. add chicken stock. reduce add chicken stock. reduce to glaze.
melt butter in small saucepan. add cream and milk. rice potatoes (read up on potato ricers, i have seen the light!). press roasted garlic. incorporate all together. top w/ caramelized onions.
i also forgot to mention the spinach cheese puff mum made. kinda liked creamed spinach, but with gruyere cheese, and breadcrumbs, baked to golden deliciousness. ZOMG!@!!!
my main gripe, is that the pig could have been soaked in juice longer, and we cooked it a bit long for my taste. it was still wonderfully juicy, and the sauce..... wow. it was intriguing. the flavors that developed were truly amazing. everything turned out great. i drained 2 bottles of wine, had a slice of cake (which btw, should have killed me...oh the decadence!!), watched some tv for a bit, but had to return home to check on my poor baby scat, and give her meds.
if you didn't know, scat had to stay at the metro west hospital for a couple of nights for what they think is pancreatitis. she was not eating, pooping, peeing for some days, and was vomiting alot. she is back home now after iv, an enema, and special diet ( which she is continuing now). we are waiting on her blood work back from a&m soon to see what her diagnosis be. she is eating, not vomiting, but still lethargic, so hopefully on the mend.
i want to give shout out to all of my wonderful friends, i am thankful for you all. may the coming year, and the end of this one bring you happiness.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
my damn sniffer ain't workin' so good.
....and neither is my keyboard since i spilled sparks on it on saturday.
(scene missing weekend)
i was particularly bad this weekend. i will leave it at that.
today was an ok day. i woke up with a hangover and a stopped up brain but pushed on thru. rode to meet tara for coffee, we went to haltom for pho (god, it had been too long, seriously), i did a little coffee master training, and went home cuz a front moved in.
jole was maybe gonna bring trout over to cook, but was too busy, so i rode to the store for dinner. i got some cheap chuck eye steaks, a potato, a shallot, some cremini mushrooms, and 2 cheap ass bottle of french pinot noir called pinot evil w/ the 3 little see no evil monkeys. clever eh? (4.99 cheap!) used the potato ricer me mum gave me the smash the spud (thank you alton brown, best method yet. also worked great for the roasted garlic in said spud). seared cow, rested under foil tent, mas oil (in the cow pan of course), mushroom (thinly sliced), shallot (minced), toss, add wine (deglaze), reduce, reduce, reduce, whisk in butter, add collected juices from resting meat, drizzle over steaks.
it was terrible.....had to feed it to the cats.
speaking of cats, if you are a person of faith (of any kind) please give a shout out to yr deity of choice for my baby scat. she is a might under the weather, and needs yr prayers and donations. just email me back on how to give me yr cash.
also pray that i get new tires. i rode thru tar today, my shits got fucked up kid.
i go sleepy now.
(scene missing weekend)
i was particularly bad this weekend. i will leave it at that.
today was an ok day. i woke up with a hangover and a stopped up brain but pushed on thru. rode to meet tara for coffee, we went to haltom for pho (god, it had been too long, seriously), i did a little coffee master training, and went home cuz a front moved in.
jole was maybe gonna bring trout over to cook, but was too busy, so i rode to the store for dinner. i got some cheap chuck eye steaks, a potato, a shallot, some cremini mushrooms, and 2 cheap ass bottle of french pinot noir called pinot evil w/ the 3 little see no evil monkeys. clever eh? (4.99 cheap!) used the potato ricer me mum gave me the smash the spud (thank you alton brown, best method yet. also worked great for the roasted garlic in said spud). seared cow, rested under foil tent, mas oil (in the cow pan of course), mushroom (thinly sliced), shallot (minced), toss, add wine (deglaze), reduce, reduce, reduce, whisk in butter, add collected juices from resting meat, drizzle over steaks.
it was terrible.....had to feed it to the cats.
speaking of cats, if you are a person of faith (of any kind) please give a shout out to yr deity of choice for my baby scat. she is a might under the weather, and needs yr prayers and donations. just email me back on how to give me yr cash.
also pray that i get new tires. i rode thru tar today, my shits got fucked up kid.
i go sleepy now.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
she/spoke/bike/love
This experimental play features poetry, lyrical dialogue, freestyle and choreographed bicycling, video sequences, and a turntablist.
i could think of nothing more terrible at this moment.
i could think of nothing more terrible at this moment.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
eatin' good in the neighborhood.
so. yesterday jole picked me up from work. he had made a huge batch of chicken stock at home, and we made plans to make soup. we were quite indecisive about what kind of soup to make, so jole suggests risotto. we went to albertsons and procured a large package of cheap pork chops, an onion, butter (which i already had, c'est la vie), some cat litter,some mushrooms, and 3 bottles of wine. jole made the risotto, and i caramelized onion to top the chops, which were simply seasoned in salt, black and red pepper. upon searing the chops, the cooking red pepper flakes seized our throats, lungs, noses, and eyes like tear gas.
dinner was excellent. jole risotto was amazingly tasty and perfectly cooked rich with stock, mushrooms, and parmesan. the pork chops were seared perfectly and juicy, topped with slighly crunchy, super sweet, wonderful caramelized onions.
jole left and i drank wine and did laundry and dishes and killed time for a friend to come over for a night cap after a night out. we drank more wine and danced and......(scene missing)
stayed up too late, too much wine.
had to work at 8:30, still half drunk, but in an excellent mood (wink wink). the day dragged on sooo long though. i spent much of my day trying to make cappuccinos with the the little heart designs
...and watching tim and eric awesome show great job on my ipod. i left an hour early. had to call my dear mother to pick me up (i ain't ashamed to call my momma), because i got my friend to take me to work this morning, so my bike sat cold and alone at home. i was so tired. i layed down at 5:30, set my alarm for 6:30, hit the snooze until 7:45. woke up needing dinner. i had a few options in mind.
a:leftovers
b:go to the store to get stuff to make dinner
c:lucilles
d:applebees!!!
i decided to go on an adventure and see how the other half was living, and chose option d. it was not so terrible after all. my friend jessica's boyfriend chase was tending bar. the beer was cheap and cold (even got a free one!). i ran into some chat room chums. i opted for the tyler florence signature bruschetta burger
i was a 100% angus patty on focaccia bread with pesto, fresh mozzarella, diced tomato. i can say i have put worse things in my mouth, it's true. i was all about the ironic dining tonight. there was a couple at the bar with a bottle of turning leaf chardonnay iced down in a galvanized bucket eating chips and queso. wow. ......wow. as far as deliberately terrible bad places to eat, this visit was surprisingly....ok. beats tai-pan any day. the booze helps.
i then went to albertsons in the same lot, bought deodorant, AAA batteries, and 2 bottles of cheap red. my next move......?
i am off tomorrow. i think i might go see a movie.
dinner was excellent. jole risotto was amazingly tasty and perfectly cooked rich with stock, mushrooms, and parmesan. the pork chops were seared perfectly and juicy, topped with slighly crunchy, super sweet, wonderful caramelized onions.
jole left and i drank wine and did laundry and dishes and killed time for a friend to come over for a night cap after a night out. we drank more wine and danced and......(scene missing)
stayed up too late, too much wine.
had to work at 8:30, still half drunk, but in an excellent mood (wink wink). the day dragged on sooo long though. i spent much of my day trying to make cappuccinos with the the little heart designs
...and watching tim and eric awesome show great job on my ipod. i left an hour early. had to call my dear mother to pick me up (i ain't ashamed to call my momma), because i got my friend to take me to work this morning, so my bike sat cold and alone at home. i was so tired. i layed down at 5:30, set my alarm for 6:30, hit the snooze until 7:45. woke up needing dinner. i had a few options in mind.
a:leftovers
b:go to the store to get stuff to make dinner
c:lucilles
d:applebees!!!
i decided to go on an adventure and see how the other half was living, and chose option d. it was not so terrible after all. my friend jessica's boyfriend chase was tending bar. the beer was cheap and cold (even got a free one!). i ran into some chat room chums. i opted for the tyler florence signature bruschetta burger
i was a 100% angus patty on focaccia bread with pesto, fresh mozzarella, diced tomato. i can say i have put worse things in my mouth, it's true. i was all about the ironic dining tonight. there was a couple at the bar with a bottle of turning leaf chardonnay iced down in a galvanized bucket eating chips and queso. wow. ......wow. as far as deliberately terrible bad places to eat, this visit was surprisingly....ok. beats tai-pan any day. the booze helps.
i then went to albertsons in the same lot, bought deodorant, AAA batteries, and 2 bottles of cheap red. my next move......?
i am off tomorrow. i think i might go see a movie.
Monday, November 5, 2007
october recap.
last month, i......
1. moved
2. drank way too much
3. wrecked my bike more than once wasted
4. was a zombie for 3 separate parties
5. made out with a 45 year old cougar
6. came really close to kicking someone's ass (this would never happen, i would lose.)
7. shat in someone's yard (completely necessary)
8. had sex with someone that is in a relationship
9. walked my tab more than once
10. passed out on the couch on the porch of my old apartment after i walked my tab
great job!
1. moved
2. drank way too much
3. wrecked my bike more than once wasted
4. was a zombie for 3 separate parties
5. made out with a 45 year old cougar
6. came really close to kicking someone's ass (this would never happen, i would lose.)
7. shat in someone's yard (completely necessary)
8. had sex with someone that is in a relationship
9. walked my tab more than once
10. passed out on the couch on the porch of my old apartment after i walked my tab
great job!
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