Jesse, you deserve an extra yummy dessert, just to compensate for the nastiness.

I like the way you think.

If you truly feel like suffering, you can read Hardy's Jude the Obscure, which has a lingering description of a bleeding pig. I am not making this up. Nor am I making up the fact that it's really one of the less traumatic and depressing parts of that book.

You may do it at your own time.

Look at you, and the graciousness.

So it's good that the group that you want to continue with seems to want to continue in at least a similar pace as yours, rather than the center's, right?

It's good, but irrelevant. We wanted to slow down on the way to brown -- instead the classes have doubled up, and the date moved forward a week. The doubling up was to address the "not prepared enough!" The moving up a week was just a sad coincidence.

I need a hearty lunch, and I want it now. Curses.

I think "stuck pig" comes from the machine that the butchers in the Chicago Stockyards invented back in the mid-19th century. The processing of pork began by (whitefonted for bloody imagery) slicing the pig's throat and then hanging him upside down on a mechanized wheel that took him and a bunch of other pigs around and around until they bled out, and then they were moved down the conveyor line to beginning breaking down their body parts into various pork byproducts. The Stockyards were famous for "using every part of the pig except the squeal."

starts keeping Kosher

I just noticed the synchronicity of my bacon tagline and my idle musing about stuck pigs. According to Jungian theory, I think this means I know what I'm having for dinner.

Who'd like a BLT now?

This day is dragging. I'mdragging. However, I have managed to do all but one task, which I have been putting off forever. (Involves making a phone call. Painless, just way too easy to procrastinate.)

Book ordered, haircut appointment made , just have to arrange to pick up some catfood. It's nice when you call your salon and you first get told there are no slots available, then you hear your hairdresser ask who is calling, and when she hears it is you, voila, they manage to squeeze you in (I'm sure I'm cutting into her lunch hour. I'll just tip really well.)

Bacon bacon bacon....IT'S BACON!!!! t /dog-treat commercial

Speaking of such things, Aurelia and Steph, I finally got the shirts yesterday, so I may get them mailed out at some point.

WOOt!!!1!

Bacon gotchya, eh? t /Canadian bacon commercial

ooh, thanks Sara, just reminded me that I need to call for a hair appointment.