We're about to have Pagliacci's pizza for dinner.

However, I have got a brisket brining in an apple chipotle solution. There are garlic cloves stuck within said brisket. And it will go low and slow on Sunday.

We're going to have sauteed chicken and artichoke hearts with pasta and Parmesan cheese, because that's what we've got in the house. But it will be a nice filling meal before I take off to go dancing and drink absinthe.

Now I have to go brave the Storage Heap Room to find props and set decor for tomorrow night's Neo-Victorian zombie photo shoot.

Todd, I might do round one of the letter without poop photos. If other people are frustrated they'll speak up in agreement. If you seem all Gladys Kravitzy in-everyones-business-with-photos-and-times-and-dates and who-does-she-think-she-is-I-did-that-like-ONCE, however, those otherwise agreeing people could easily go to a, "well, sure it HAPPENS but she's being really EXTREME about it" place in the name of avoiding conflict.

If you get no response or a bullshit response and nothing changes, THEN it could be time for poop photos and documentation. And possibly with some identified allies.

I didn't realize one of the steps for dinner involved soaking mushrooms for an hour, so I missed the window to eat with DH before he had to go out. Dinner is postponed until 10.

It'll be chicken and rice, and kasha-mushroom pierogi then, though.

Watching "District 9". Kinda gross. IJS.

Pierogis sound good.

I've never seen District 9.

I am very glad that it is the weekend.

I still want to go to the beach and have a beer. I also, for some reason, am really craving a tofurky sandwich. I have neither tofurky nor bread.

The filling is delicious. They know have to chill in the fridge for 30-60 minutes before I can cook and devour them. I really missed a lot of details when I read this recipe and decided to make these tonight.

Beer and a tofurky sandwich at the beach sounds delightful.

Eta: Hey, Hil, did you get those cushioned mats for your kitchen? If so, how'd they work out? My feet are killing me.

Ugh, I am dealing with an IBS (or some facsimile thereof) issue. DO NOT WANT. So hurty!

Nora, I feel your pain. Extra-strength Gas-X (which is OTC) and Bentyl and/or Levsin [sometimes called Levbid] (which are prescription [Bentyl and Levsin/Levbid]) is how I deal with bad attacks like that.

That said, I think I've finally reached a place of relative calm with my IBS, after a few months of Florastor and a LOT of fiber.

ION, we went to a comedy club tonight (invited by friends who had free tickets), and one of the comedians loaded his routine with literally every offensive thing you can think of, up to and including -- I swear I am not making this up -- Nazi and Hitler jokes. We're talking jokes about every racial group except for maybe Innuit people (the comedian is white white white Anglo-Saxon), "women are crazy" jokes, rape jokes, child sexual abuse jokes, gay jokes -- you name it.

None of which were funny. I should have called them "jokes."

You know who never resorts to bullshit like that? Eddie Izzard. Because he's AWESOME. When you can do "Speed" in French, you don't need to make Hitler jokes.

Hitler. I swear to God(win).

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But now that I think about it, "Dress to Kill" *does* have a bit about Hitler being a vegetarian and yet a mass-murdering fuckhead who ended up in a ditch covered in petrol and set on fire.

So I take that back.

But now that I think about it, "Dress to Kill" *does* have a bit about Hitler being a vegetarian and yet a mass-murdering fuckhead who ended up in a ditch covered in petrol and set on fire.

Yes, but would white boy even know that? Probably not.