Salman Rushdie.
Jonathan ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ailleann, I'm sure you appreciated the Bones preview as much as I did. Must see viewing, indeed.
I just got this on e-mail, and my first thought was sharing it, even if only for the first coffee-themed one.
Hee. There were a couple postcards in there I need to print out.
I'd like to get through the rest of today without feeling like a giant tool.
Okay, reading the Top Chef blogs, I'd somehow gathered that bacon was a required ingredient. Apparently it was not, and I have to say, WTF? Yes, Cat Cora won with bacon-flavored ice cream on Iron Chef, but (a) there were not CHUNKS OF BACON IN THE ICE CREAM and (b) bacon was the secret ingredient.
I can't imagine choosing to include bacon in ice cream if bacon were not somehow a required ingredient in the challenge. Avocado makes more sense -- it's at least got the right texture, and Alton Brown's done it -- but not to serve to kids. Seriously.
Salman Rushdie.
Really? Huh.
Top Chef: I don't know about anyone else, but avocado does not belong in ice cream. Nor does bacon. And certainly not together. I was shamefully gleeful that Marisa didn't make the top three in that challenge. I can't stand her already.
I really thought Michael would go, even though Emily's food was inedible. And she's just so ... bitchy, and not in a good way. I hate kids? Your big fat ass? Seriously? Michael's funny and good-natured, but I can't believe he actually thinks he has a shot at winning this.
And I was confused that so many of them didn't listen to the instructions for the whole challenge. An ENTREE, people. The corn dish looked great, and so did the salad, but they're not entrees. So many of them just shot themselves in the foot from the start.
Why am I reading the Top Chef whitefont? I don't watch it.
Why am I reading the Top Chef whitefont? I don't watch it.
You're hungry?
I'd like to get through the rest of today without punching incompetent!boss.
See, even though his desk, etc., is in another fucking room, he has to come in *my* area to mark shit down on a tracking chart we use. t edit Tracking chart is kept in a binder with other tracking forms. He could take the binder back to his fucking desk.
In my area, there's a random chair, not even a desk chair -- it's not one of those dealies with wheels and such; it's just a random non-wheeled chair that might be at a table. Except it isn't at a table; it's randomly located in my area. No one uses it. So....
For ELEVEN YEARS I've been tossing my coat on this chair when I get to work in the morning.
Today, incompetent!boss decides that, because he wants to sit for the 3 minutes a day that he comes in here to mark shit down on the tracking form, I have to hang my coat up. (Apparently there's a coat rack somewhere; I wouldn't know, having put my coat on the same chair for ELEVEN YEARS.)
He actually picked my coat up off the chair and held it out to me. I said "What?" He said "You need to hang this up so I can sit down."
Keep in mind, this isn't his desk; this is over in my area, and it's something he does for literally 3 minutes a day.
I put my coat back on the chair. If he says anything else, I'm going to kneecap him, and then I'm going to bitch to Big!Boss's wife (who works for the company in a vague accounting-ish way, and it's generally understood that you don't give any lip to Big!Boss's wife). I'm not above being a tattle-tale.
Is that lame, or what? (You can say yes. I know that complaining about having to move my coat is lame, but it's such an annoying, niggling little thing that inconveniences the hell out of me so that incompetent!boss can sit for 3 minutes.)
Grr.
t starting stopwatch to see how long it takes Scola to post a link to an NYC job....
I don't watch Top Chef, but I can accept the theory of avocado ice cream. There are enough fruits with similar texture that the idea doesn't automatically squick me out. Bacon ice cream, on the other hand, ranks with ketchup on a banana split -- two great tastes that don't taste great together.
ETA: And I'm reading the whitefont just because I find it hard to resist reading whitefont.