Oops, I spoke too soon. Because there is also this.
Dear NYC restauranteurs,
YOU CAN SERVE MORE THAN ONE THING! I PROMISE WE WON'T BE PARALYZED WITH INDECISION!
'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oops, I spoke too soon. Because there is also this.
Dear NYC restauranteurs,
YOU CAN SERVE MORE THAN ONE THING! I PROMISE WE WON'T BE PARALYZED WITH INDECISION!
ION, the single-food restaurant fad has officially gone too far.
I think there's plenty of room to go further.
It's like the curse of the former gifted child, isn't it? I hate that.
Dude, I was walking and had potty trained myself by age 1. Everything's a disappointment after that.
I feel...stupid.
t feels Joe
Hmm... no, not stupid...
t keeps feeling Joe
Someone want to help me with this? Come feel Joe!
It's like the curse of the former gifted child, isn't it? I hate that.
I'm still pretty gifted for a child!
My head is spinning from a research request that can't be answered, but has to be attempted because it is for someone who is arguing in front of the Supremes next week.
Also, every new memo by John Yoo throws me. By now I know what they're like, but I also know the man and reconciling my two views of him is crazy making. The banality of evil and all that...
That potato restaurant hasn't gone far enough! I need it here! That marsala reduction sounds amazing.
Single food, single cuisine, whatever. That's why there's more than one restaurant. On a non-potato day (what's that????) I can go somewhere else.
My head is spinning from a research request that can't be answered, but has to be attempted because it is for someone who is arguing in front of the Supremes next week.
::Imagines Ruth Bader Ginsberg singing "Stop in the Name of Law" while being backed up by Souder, Stevens and Breyer in spangled robes while Scalia looks on sourly::
I'll talk about "[Chief Justice] and the Supremes" in those moments when I feel convinced that the Supreme Court has nothing to do with justice. Which does happen from time to time.
On a non-potato day (what's that????)
That's the day that does not end in the word 'day', I think.
I'm not sure anyone really lives up to their early promise.
Well...y'all aren't going to let me compare myself to famous people, are you? Because at least one of the ones who lives in my head in fictional form was a frickin' underachiever as a child. But he, um, I mean the fictional construct in my head, thinks I should stop worrying about the past and work on my book, being that he's a major character and would rather see me put him on the page than obsess over past mistakes.