I've never found pho with cream puff. Hrm.
She ain't movin'. Serenity's not movin'.
Kaylee ,'Out Of Gas'
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
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.
lori - Jan 11, 2008 5:03:36 pm PST #2704 of 10001
Dana - Jan 11, 2008 5:04:05 pm PST #2705 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
We have a pretty substantial Vietnamese population here. There's a whole section of downtown with alternate Vietnamese names on the street signs.
(in totally unrelated news, I am posting from MY COUCH. this laptop thing is awesome.)
meara - Jan 11, 2008 5:05:01 pm PST #2706 of 10001
This one, I believe. Conveniently the closest to me. But I'm curious about the other places along Broadway
-t - Jan 11, 2008 5:05:50 pm PST #2707 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I am intrigued by the concept of cream puff with pho, though knowing how full I am after pho I doubt I could actually eat and enjoy a cream puff at that point.
Cashmere - Jan 11, 2008 5:09:00 pm PST #2708 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
My friends took me to a Pho restaurant in Cleveland. It was TASTY GOOD.
Sadly, we had no cream puffs. But we stopped in at Whole Foods for lavender chocolates afterward.
WF is something I really miss having access to. And TJ's.
meara - Jan 11, 2008 5:11:15 pm PST #2709 of 10001
Ah, but -t, they give you the cream puff FIRST! How ingenious!
§ ita § - Jan 11, 2008 5:11:33 pm PST #2710 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Susan, I'm so sorry to hear that about your mother. Much strength to you.
Vortex - Jan 11, 2008 5:13:05 pm PST #2711 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
My Pho never comes with a cream puff.
mine either. But, I left tonight stuffed to the gills and spent $15. Happy.
brenda m - Jan 11, 2008 5:26:19 pm PST #2712 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Gah. Grueling week. Not over.
Project 1: My coworker spent the last 20 minutes of today ripping apart the thing thing I'd spent all of the past two days working on. And now I think I forgot to bring that thing home with me to do what's needed this weekend. Getting this project ready to submit on Monday is going to be a
Project 1 B: Client asked for pt. 2 to follow three days after pt. 1 - usually we have a couple of weeks. Have to have it done early because of crazy meetings next week. Forgot about it altogether until about an hour ago.
Project 2: Short timeline. Extra short timeline because, while on a conference call at like 10 pm, I promised some material to people earlier than I meant to - fucked up the time zones. They're in Singapore, so saying I'll have it to them Monday really means Sunday.
Project 3: I'm sure there's a project three. I just can't think what it is right now.
Project 4: Profit! Drink.
JZ - Jan 11, 2008 5:45:15 pm PST #2713 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Random Reading Report:
I'm currently whiling away my tedious commutes with Beautiful Jim Key, which could maybe be a touch more crisply written and carefully edited, but is just a vast amount of lovely wondrous fun anyway (the true story of the great equine late-Victorian celebrity, a stunningly gorgeous "educated" Arabian-Hambletonian who could spell, count, tell jokes, and run a cash register). And I'm currently in love with the description of the Tennessee Centennial and International Exposition of 1897, at which Beautiful Jim Key made his professional debut.
Specifically, I long to visit the Exposition's primary entertainment area, Vanity Fair:
There were the gondolas to be ridden, a flight up in the sky for several hundred feet in Barnard's Airship, the nearly naked belly-dancing coochee-coochee girls of the Streets of Cairo, Italian immersion at the Blue Grotto (modeled after the Isle of Capri), rides on camels named Alibaba and Yankee Doodle, sword-playing tumblers, clowns on stilts, magicians, the Cuban and Chinese villages,the Moorish Palace, the Café of Night and Morning, inspired by Dante's Inferno (where restaurant tables were made from coffins), and food and drink to be sampled from a dozen different ethnic cuisines.
If MM and Gud ever get their acts together and finalize those time machines, I'm totally proposing Vanity Fair as our next F2F site.