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The noise of the night.
It’s late and I’m up all by myself, reading Christopher Golden’s The Gathering Dark. I have the living room all to myself, and I’m able to blast music (through headphones) on repeat without fear of my SO being disturbed. No singing and dancing, but I’ll settle for volume. My soundtrack for the night–as it has been for the last several days–is a set of BollyWood tracks from a podcast I’ve started listening to. The ‘cast is hosted by two folks that sound like 12-year olds with crushes on each other, but the music is amazing, and there hasn’t been a song they’ve played that I haven’t liked. I’m so restless…
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Midnight linkage
The size limit on fame » From negrophile, this is an older article, but definitely worth a read. It’s up for debate whether the author has a valid point, though, although at a glance I tend to believe his evidence. I don’t keep up with American Idol at all, though.
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Holy catfish, batman!
WO and I made a catfish dinner on Sunday night that is very much worth posting and spreading. We got it from a Better Homes and Gardens cookbook, which is, honestly, one of the coolest cookbooks ever. It’s a real cookbook that includes descriptions of pots and utensils and meat cuts and vegetables, which is necessary for folks like me that didn’t eat a lot of meat or use funky utensils as a child. Anyway, this catfish is amazing. Ingredients 1 lb fresh or frozen catfish filets 1 beaten egg 3 tablespoons Dijon mustard 1 tablespoon milk 1/4 teaspoon black pepper 1/4 cup flour 1 cup coarsely crushed pretzels 2…
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A “drinking” game
This really shouldn’t involve any alcohol. I prefer cranberry juice, although pink lemonade would work great, too. Line up several episodes of Star Trek: DS9. Ten or so. Get together a lot of one of the above juices and several friends. Take sips when: There’s an “ethnic moment”: like when Ensign Muñiz dies in “The Ship” and is all like, “Si, jefe. Si, papi!” Or when Worf says things like, “Honor! Honor… Klingon…Honor!” Sip for the duration of the “moment”. Small sips are best. Very small sips. Someone indignantly says, “Quark!” This does not include Bashir. (For reasons you’ll see later.) This does include the Grand Nagus (bwua-ha-ha). Someone is…
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Asplosions!
Evidently, the parents are moving to California. They want me to come take some of my stuff back to Terre Haute to make their move easier. Wow.