in my mind my dreams are real
Tuesday, Jun. 08, 2004 @ 12:40 p.m.
I think I was driving behind Al Pacino’s #1 stalker on the way home yesterday.His license plate was PACINO07. Which could have been normal, maybe his name is Pacino, it’s not that unusual.
But upon closer inspection, I saw his license plate frame read:
SCARFACE SEZ:
SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!
Al, run don’t walk.
And now if you’ll excuse me, I have some garbage to root through while I pretend that Gil Grissom is a real person and that Daniel Radcliffe is at least 18.
Tuesday, Jun. 08, 2004 @ 11:06 a.m.
Resolved: eat more fish. Which normally I don’t have to go out of my way to do, because I love fish. Just lately for some reason it’s been a huge red meat-a-thon in june’s kitchen.Cheesy Catfish
Ingredients
4 catfish fillets
1 egg
1 tbs. milk
1/3 cup real grated Parmesan cheese
½ cup flour
¾ tsp. salt
¾ tsp. ground black pepper
½ tsp. paprika
2 tbs. melted butter
Directions
1. In 2 separate bowls, mix first the egg and milk, then the flour, cheese, and seasonings.
2. Dip each fillet in the egg mixture, then dredge in the cheese mixture.
3. Arrange fillets in single layer of baking dish, pour the melted butter over fish, and bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes or until golden brown.
Serves 4.
I usually have potatoes au gratin with this dish. There can never be too much cheese in a singe meal for me.
Tuesday, Jun. 08, 2004 @ 9:02 a.m.
So Congress shuts down because the Gipper kicked the bucket. And now they’re saying there might not be any mail today.Then I saw on the news this morning that New York Stock Exchange was closing for the day so it could “focus” on Ronald Reagan. That was the word they used: focus.
What the fuck? What does the stock exchange have to do with a dead president? And why do they have to take a day off to “focus”? He was old, now he’s dead, get back to work you lazy bastards!
Look, I’m not rejoicing in his death or anything. Even though I despised his politics and think that he cared less than a fart in the wind for anyone who wasn’t as rich, white, and heterosexual as himself. But let’s not overstate the case. The man was 93 fucking years old. It’s not like he died tragically young. We’re not talking JFK here. Everyone needs to stop beating their breast and carry on.
I feel bad for Carter and Ford, because you know there isn’t going to be anywhere near this level of hoopla when they croak. They’ll probably just get chucked in a hole with maybe a moment of silence, then everyone will go about their business.
Monday, Jun. 07, 2004 @ 12:07 p.m.
Obligatory weekly bodily functions post:I drink the same amount of coffee at the same time every weekday morning.
So why is that some days I have to pee 30 seconds after I finish drinking it, and other days I don’t have to pee until lunchtime?
Discuss.
Monday, Jun. 07, 2004 @ 10:36 a.m.
Unconscious Mutterings:Charity:: Faith and hope. How come there are more sins than virtues? Stupid christianity.
Scale:: I have a knee-jerk I'm-too-fat reaction. Like 99% of all American women, no matter what their weight.
Jennifer Lopez:: Meh. I don't give a crap about Jennifer Lopez. It would be kind of funny if Jennifer Beals beat her up for that whole Flashdance rip-off.
Coercion:: I think of Law & Order, because it's kind of a legalese word.
Meter:: Electricity. I remember being fascinated with meters as a kid, watching all the little dials whirling around.
Pressure:: Cooker. Those things terrified me. I always thought the pressure would get to be too much and the thing would explode and put someone's eye out. Do people still cook with those? It seems like a '70s thing.
June:: Umm...me!
Infestation:: Bugs. Ewww. A few bugs I can deal with, but an infestation is a whole 'nother thing.
Serial killer:: Jack the Ripper. The first, the goriest, the never caught.
Anguish:: Death. Anguish is an extreme grief that you only feel at absolute loss.