When Stoners Cook. Now there's a cooking show I'd watch.

Wouldn't that be fun?

Episodes could be titled things like "Candy Bar Concoctions" and "Things To Do With Rice, Baking Soda, And Mustard Until The Pizza Arrives"

I can't watch Sandra lee --overly perky. More into food decoration than anyone should be.

I could host the episodes Hiding Skittles in the Couch Cushions For Later and Look! I Found Butter!

I am freaking FREEZING! It is 56 degrees in here. I can't feel my fingers or my toes, despite socks, and gloves (which makes it tricky to type).

And the power cord on my computer broke. It is eighty dollars to replace, but if I don't, that means that all the computer time I have left is about a couple of hours. Which bites. Does anyone in LA have an old iBook power cord they feel like donating?

Also, I need to figure out how I'm going to go to Brentwood, Irvine, Korea Town, and North Hollywood tomorrow, in a timely fashion, in that order, starting out from NoHo.

Actually, my biggest problem is the paralyzing cold which is making me cranky, and watching the icy Olympics helps me not at all.

And they could be all horrified if anyone suggest a recipe CONTAINING pot.

"This isn't about getting stoned, this is about cuisine"

Their motto could be Baking, Not Just Getting Baked

Well, the extreme cold and Death Sleet resulted in both the play I wanted to see tonight and my favorite restaurant being closed. Coupling that with my horrible movie experience this afternoon, I decided to go for the trifecta and give the local Irish pub food another chance. It actually turned out OK - there was something on my plate that wasn't a shade of brown (carrots), and the combo of extreme cold, having eaten nothing but mozzarella sticks all day, and liberal application of Guinness made the meal palatable.

My house is freezing too, Alibelle. Well, not the den, which is where I am perched.

I'll ask DH whether or not he has access to an iBook power cord. He may.

It's nippy nippy nippy.

Need to work out what to wear shooting tomorrow. It's outdoors, which is good because the noise won't be so bad, but bad because crappy weather. Except when it's not.

Coach didn't have the purse in silver. Almost bought the black for instant gratification, but they'll Fedex me a silver at no extra cost, so why not? I suppose things like this happen when you spend a lot of money on not much.

I've watched most of the first season of Miami Vice, and some of the second, and these guys don't make many arrests. Lots of dead perps. But hey--random Penn Jillette. And upcoming Eartha Kitt.

I'm watching Kojak. There's some cognitive dissonance, as Bosley ( Charlies Angels ) is on it.