sarameg's soup story totally made me laugh.

Scariest thing I've ever been served? Large, neatly trimmed squares of cold, coagulated pork fat. No, I didn't actually eat it.

ita, I feel sorry for the bloaty-faced mens. But ya know, they also could have put John Travolta on that list.

Yay! I get to leave work 15 minutes early!

'Cept I'm gonna go meet this guy I'm doing some consulting for....

I've told you over and over and over again, my friend: I don't believe you lost the seeds of destruction.

Hmph. I have to stick around longer because I have to pick up the cat.

Burrell, that whole trip provided many truly odd meal experiences. I think it must have been symptomatic of the death throes of the USSR.

Did Mr. Kitty spend the day at the vet, Sarameg?

Two! I took him in yesterday morning (lucky cat, he had working air conditioning) and they've been tweaking his insulin. Vet said in passing that he'd upped the dose, which didn't surprise me. Just don't know by how much yet. I'd been seeing the signs, or rather, going through appalling amounts of cat litter.

OK, I'm going to pull a msbelle and go get BK. Hopefully it won't congeal too badly in the time it takes to see the vet and then get home.

One of my most memorable meals in the USSR was a bowl of oatmeal. It was delicious.

I hope he is feeling better, sarameg. YAY for BK.

Timelies all!

Happy Birthday Epic Tangent!

Aargh! I discovered that my swimsuit(the one I wear to swim laps) is disintegrating.(Luckily the areas that need to be covered hadn't disintegrated yet.) This means I have to go swimsuit shopping. Bleah.

I found the milk in Russia absolutely delicious. And I'm a big old milk ho.

Here's a thing or two about meetings: If you can't make it, tell me. If you say you can only make half and don't actually intend to, tell me. If your calendar isn't up to date, make it up to date. In all cases, afterwards really doesn't count as useful.