RIBLETS ARE GREAT!

The BBQ sauce is really good, and the entree texture is perfect.

I am going to buy these suckers frequently. A little heavy on the sodium…(30% per) but the rest is very healthy, too. Price was right… it was $2.50 for a package, and it gives two decent sized slabs of sauced-up yumminess.

Next go-round, instead of on the plate, it’s going on a kaiser.

Man, that was good.

Newt is totally uninterested in the plate with the food on it. He is however enjoying my hair-tie. To each their own, I suppose.

I ate it with a fork, for those keeping score.

Know what I like about trees? They’re bigger than me, and they listen without interrupting.

Home again, Home again… and all that jiggety jazz.

Too tired to make leeks, though I took a leak as soon as I got in. It’s going to be a Nuke yourself somethin’ from the freezer night. Veggie riblets look pretty good to me. They seem remarkably similar to the ol’ McRib that came out a while back. Gotta admire any info about them that mentions that they’re Bone free (As free as the wind blows)

Kev is as sick as the proverbial dog, and will be staying home tomorrow. Chupa caused him no end of pointless stress over 40 miserable faulty records, stopping him from making any sort of escape today. Tomorrow, while the boss is away, the Scotto will play, actively seeking work, and deciding on what the final way to go is. Nordis-man just is invisible to me… No answers to my voice or e-mails. I wonder if he’s out sick or something, as Tuan even says that he can’t get through to him. (That’s reassuring, as I would not want to think that he’s just dodging me.) Either way, I’m not going to be where I am now in 2 weeks… that much is assured. Taught Sappho how to knife-fight, should she need to. The Flick/slash/stab maneuver. handy handy.

Know what makes my day? Getting Maryland state quarters in my change. Makes me smile, it does.

Got bored, wondered who invented the fork. Found this place: The History of Eating Utensils. Kitchen Forks go back to the time of the Greeks, and had two times to help the cutting and serving of meat. Spoons have been used as eating utensils since Paleolithic times. It is most likely that prehistoric peoples used shells or chips of wood as spoons. Knives are totally old school. Prehistoric. Chopsticks were developed about 5,000 years ago in China. It is likely that people cooked their food in large pots which held heat for a long time, and hasty eaters then broke twigs off trees to retrieve the food. Travel Cutlery History of the Spork is quite dubious at best…a descendant of the runcible spoon.

DNA pioneer James Watson says that stupidity is a genetic disease that can — and should — be cured.

The New Scientist has the story.

Personally, I really doubt if that’s the case, but it’s an interesting idea. I’d wonder what traits (if any) would be suppressed at the cost of intelligence.

I find myself craving a potpie for lunch. I can’t recall the last time that I had one… Boston Market had some really tasty veggie potpies that smelled far more palatable thank their chicken. By the way… Regarding their creamed spinach… Just say no. The Parmesan creamed spinach is one of the worst vegetable side dishes ever seen. It’s got two-thirds of a day’s fat. You’d have to eat an order of meatloaf & gravy plus an order of ham and cinnamon apples to do as much damage to your heart. I don’t foresee myself ever having even a veggie potpie again, knowing how evil they are, nutritionally. If I ever go to the big BM again…. (I can’t get enough of food places that sound like taking a poop or a disease) I’ll get the dill new potatoes and herbed sweet corn, with a side of BBq Beans, just for the confirmation of BM. With some cornbread. Yum, good ol’ cornbread.

P U L P – I T: modernized pulp fiction art – a most excellent website! Original and brilliant. I’m adding this to my daily round.

Hmm.. I lost a large entry last night, due to a spontaneous reboot. Well, if the fates don’t want me to post my deep insights about McMillan and Wife vs. Columbo, then so be it.

Ah well… it’s about that time of day again, Dear Journal. I’ll see you on the flipside. Don’t take any candy from strangers.