My audience for GN&GL was...vocal. In a subdued sort of way. There were a lot of elderly folk (it's the neighborhood of the theater.Lots of jewish retirees.) Lots of mutters indicating remembrance of witnessing it and anger. It was cool.

I'm getting a lot of political tv ads, and the lawn signs are out of control. However the direct mail and stupid phone calls are way down. I think there was enough grousing in the press and editorials over those during the primary that the candidates saw them as a net loss.

My cat just took one look at me and in terror dashed away. Uh...I'm not sure what that means. I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

Yet.

Hey, Puppycat predicted an earthquake. By scarring up my cherrywood coffee table, but it was a prediction. Maybe you are going to do something evil any minute now.

Which reminds me, gotta shoot the cat.

My cat just took one look at me and in terror dashed away. Uh...I'm not sure what that means. I didn't do anything.

Heh. You know how actors can use the startle reaction to great comedic effect? Like, when they encounter someone/something they didn't expect to be there?

Once, I was just hanging out in the living room, reading on the couch like I had done a gazillion times before. My ex-cat casually strolled through the adjoining dining room, passed the open doorway between the two rooms, saw me on the couch, and did a perfect "Aaaaggghhh!" startle reaction, right down to all of her fur standing on end. (She's a Manx, so her little stub of a tail all puffed out was the cutest thing EVER.)

Once I stopped laughing, I said to her, "I've been living here for a while now -- remember me? The one who adopted you as a kitten? Why the surprise?"

Being a cat, she didn't deign to answer me, but stalked away to try to hang on to a tiny shred of feline dignity.

My cats have not adjusted to Daylight Savings Time. I realized that when they started bugging me for their dinner two hours earlier than usual. (My cats like to start reminding me about an hour prior.)

Watching Top Chef: Bacon and waffle ice cream? Avocado ice cream?

Yet.

HEY. You know me, the epitome of harmless. Sure I stick him twice a day, but he likes it. Comes running up to me.

Steph, I think we're going to have to chalk it up to cats are insane.

Devi, I expect it from. She's kinda bizarre and sort of the cat hater's description of cat. Mister Kitty? Well, he's a doglike cat, down to the humping. This is the first quasi-psychotic I've seen from him.

I DID NOT WATCH JERICHO.

Not good, mind you, but it had someone say the line, "Watch out for the giant, irradiated hands!" And I have no idea why.

It can work. But I've been told the best way to do it isn't to substitute it in kind for the oregano, but rather to steep it in hot butter and then skim it back out. The good stuff stays in the butter, and you just use that in the recipe.

On the weekend I had some Marijuana brittle (like peanut brittle but with pot instead of peanuts) which was made in essentially this way. I thought it sort of had a basil flavour, while someone else thought it was kind of menthol-like. Anyway, I had two very small pieces and it was very strong.