I should ask my neighbor for bitters recs. Last time I was over there we counted and he has 14 different kinds.

Gary Regan's orange bitters is very good. (It's not sweet like a lot of things being sold these days as orange bitters.) Peychaud, of course.

It's a good time to stretch out and mess around with some other liqueurs, like the all-spice dram.

I wonder if I can convince the fam to watch the Oscars Sunday night. Maybe.

Owen is reading the Rolling Stone review of Alice in Wonderland. He just told me Johnny Depp is in it and he's from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

t grabby hands

Hey, Juliana, how is that bitters basket coming?

(not closing the tag, or even pretending to)

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I wonder if I can convince the fam to watch the Oscars Sunday night. Maybe.

I wonder if I remember to watch it.

We still need to watch An Education and A Simple Man before Sunday night. I think we'll have seen more Best Picture nominees this year than any ever, which is weird considering there are more of them this year.

I finished my book. Now I have nothing to read on the train.

Hey, Juliana, how is that bitters basket coming?

Mixers! Mixers! I'm buying you bitters and making other mixers. I'm not making bitters. And I have to get out to Pier 1 to get pretty bottles. Or find some other store. But I need small pretty bottles. Ahem.

That's what I meant!

No, really!

I am watching the closing ceremonies.

mac is smoking his crackplaying his ds. Let's see how this goes when the timer goes off.

I hope with minimal drama.

You know, I'm so used to police helicopters it is kind of funny. I watch the Wire and am all "man, I see why the city gets tetchy about the portrayal, it's not like that al the tine" and then ...police helicopters in the hood again. And really, I don't feel particularly alarmed.

Now I've got "Mockingbird" sung by James Taylor and Carly Simon going through my head.