A friend of mine used to munch on raw onions like they were apples.

When I was in high school, I saw The Revengers' Tragedy at the Oregon Shakespearean Festival in Ashland. It was one of the funniest non-comedies that I've ever seen, and I mean that in a good way. In the production, one of the soldiers or guards or some such (it's been a while) walked across the stage carrying a bloody head and eating a raw onion. Turns out, the walk across stage was just because the head had mistakenly been left on the wrong side. Eating the raw onion, however, was planned.

My favorite line was, "Oh Dad, dead?!" The director said that even though the play is supposed to be a tragedy, he couldn't see how that line could be played for other than laughs. That was a really fun time.

For dinner, I skipped the popcorn, despite all the wonderful talk, and had Chinese chicken salad. I've been craving veggies lately, especially lettuce.

I had cereal and a handful or two of roasted unsalted peanuts. Which are yummy in moderation.

Strange coincidence--I had Chinese chicken salad for lunch!!

And why am I still awake at 2:30 in the morning, reading fanfic? I really should be going to sleep, damnit. In fact, I think I'm going to do that right now.

Good night, everyone!

I had Greek salad and a small cup of (sorry-ass) lentil soup. The new place I got it from has great falafels and briama, but soup is not their forte.

tommyrot posted this story about a life-size chocolate Jesus in the Music thread, by accident, I think: tommyrot "Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach" Mar 29, 2007 8:24:24 pm PDT But I just saw a non-Donohue rep of the Catholic League on TV saying something like, "Would they do this with other religions? Would they make a chocolate Mohammed??" OK, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure Muslims don't wear Mohammed jewelry, either! I mean, for crying out loud, people. That's the stupidest argument against this I can imagine -- Christians love creating art images of holy figures. Muslims, not so much.

Especially when you consider that Communion, after all, is about eating the body of Christ. So eating a delicious chocolate Jesus isn't exactly not in the tradition.

However, I will be saved from possible blasphemy by my chocolate allergy. I'll wave to you all as I'm being Raptured, k?

We didn't go to church as a family for a long time. We really just started about four years ago. I'm pretty sure this story pre-dates that, because even before we started going to church, we said bedtime prayers with the kids every night, and would sing "Jesus Loves Me," and sometimes, we read them Bible stories.

One Lenten season, when Christopher was a toddler, he kept saying something we could only parse as "Chocolate Jesus." No matter how many times he repeated it for us, all we (even the other kids) could make out was "Chocolate Jesus." I couldn't decide if I should feel convicted of the poor excuse for religious education we were giving the kids, or glad that at least he was able to connect A Big Candy Getting Holiday with Jesus -- in some way.

The mystery of the Chocolate Jesus finally resolved itself during yet another episode of his earnest evangelism of the "Chocolate Jesus!" He pointed at a party invitation Ben had received, and I realized he was actually saying, "Chuck E. Cheese's."

What are/did people have for dinner?

I had the best deal I've had food-wise in a while, and in the South End, no less. There's a Southwestern place called Masa, and they have a bar-only tapas menu. The tapas are a buck each, there are ten of them and you can get a combo platter with all ten for $10. On Sun, Mon and Thur (I think; definitely Thur) the platter (not the individual tapas) is $5. And while I didn't love everything, most of it was amazing, and I tried a couple of items I haven't had before (or in a while), including a tuna saviche. I was expecting to have one nibble, gag, and leave the rest, but it was surpringly good (and non-fishy). It's not a ton of food, but I was more than satisfied. Of course, the (very good) maragaritas range from $8-15, but I figure it's a hell of a deal anyway.

The mystery of the Chocolate Jesus finally resolved itself during yet another episode of his earnest evangelism of the "Chocolate Jesus!" He pointed at a party invitation Ben had received, and I realized he was actually saying, "Chuck E. Cheese's."

Of course, given the Tom Waits/Chocolate Jesus connection, that should be "Chuck E. Weiss'".

So apparently while I'm busy sleeping through my alarm, I can come up with a coherent narrative that combines my considering a haircut sometime soon, the fact I really need to be up and showering, an old crush, the following which I'm guessing came from the news on the radio:

• roadside bombings
  
• mutual funds
  
• traffic bogging down on one of the *95s
  
• the death of the last WWI Navy vet at 109 (a woman)
  

I'm tired.

Last night I ate macaroni & cheese for dinner, and afterward wondered why I'd been craving it. Tonight I think I'll make some grown-up food.