On my way home from the restaurant, I saw a man walking a tiny tiny dog. The dog was wearing a camouflaged winter coat - probably to reduce the chance of it being carried off by an eagle.

I'm a happy, hypocritical omnivore. No desire to kill my food myself, would prefer to avoid it, but will happily eat my chicken and occasional beef. Food chain! I R at teh top.

My fridge is kinda overfilled at the moment. I think it is the result of all the damned storms. Basically, for a month, storms fucked up my shopping and I was pretty thin on options, so now I have overstocked. Like I need 3 different kinds of tortillas, 3 different soups, 2 bread mixes, 4 cheeses, 3 deli meats, an extra box of instant oatmeal (I eat it maybe a couple times a week,) 4 indian frozen dinners and 2 veggie lasagnas and then all the produce. Usually? My fridge contains enough for the week, no more.

I just had to link these, because, well, they're adorable. Dark Mark cookies [link] and Golden Snitch cupcakes [link]

Evan Lysacek's exhibition skate was beautiful.

Am I the only person petty enough to wish he'd just gone out, hauled ass across the rink, landed a quad, and skated off?

That would rock.

Am I the only person petty enough to wish he'd just gone out, hauled ass across the rink, landed a quad, and skated off?

Not the only person.

In retrospect, perhaps I just resented the cows because I had to do chores every day starting at age 7-ish.

Also, some cabbage is smarter than cows.

Since my father and grandfather spent their careers in meat packing and my great-grandfather was a butcher, I never had any illusions about where meat came from. I am glad it's easier to get cage-free eggs.

I am glad it's easier to get cage-free eggs.

A lot of the animal-friendly claims on egg cartons aren't actually regulated in the US. [link]

Evan Lysacek's exhibition skate was beautiful.

::impatiently waiting for 8 PT to come::

I think he had a classmate whose father died.

I suspected it was something like this when you first mentioned it.

We went out to the local dive and I got a damn fine burger. Easier than killing and butchering a cow myself, especially at this time of night.

And you know how sometimes you're hungry for something specific, and you get it, and it's just the best damn thing in the world? This burger was that. So. Fucking. GOOD.

I also had a salad, so I cheerfully killed across the spectrum of animals and plants.