I had to check, and your Storm is the vaunted Alicia Marie. I also like [link] If I ever get my Lana cosplay together, I'd do this version of Storm second [link]

I had a cousin named after Shango, the Yoruba god of thunder. I still have the cousin, but new name.

Oh, Ginger.

So in addition to my yard being kind of burned down and being out of work, I discovered this afternoon that my car needs $1K worth of work--the bearings are shot and the left side hub is rusted together and must be completely replaced. Woot.

OTOH, my dad just sent me a fat check. Really fat. In which case I can not only pay for all the work I need to have done, but even maybe replace my laptop before it goes tits-up, as they say. He thinks I should get a new car with it, but I need my laptop far more than I need a car, in some ways...

In other news, and relevant to the thread title: [link]

Too awesome.

Prince Stormageddon.

We've got a helluva light show here.

God, I hurt. My shoulders have been on fire, or more accurately, knotted up and spasming all day. Swim hurt, but help. Not even aleve touched it. I hate hormones.

My attempt to reverse-engineer the awesome flatbread I ate at Consuela's brother's restaurant was not 100% successful, but it was still pretty delicious. Flatbread with chicken, arugula, goat cheese, and a blueberry reduction.

I was super hungry and impatient, so my blueberry reduction had a bit too much liquid in it.

Prince Stormageddon.

This gets my vote!

I was super hungry and impatient, so my blueberry reduction had a bit too much liquid in it.

As I discovered with the flatbread I made for lunch, too much liquid is contraindicated.

Oh, that sounds good. Reminds me of the tapas I had in Madrid that were a revelation: leeks and goat cheese, rolled in a leaf of phylo (or in a thin batter, I dunno) and fried, with a blueberry-vinagrette (which was not too sweet or vinegary) dipping sauce.

Honestly, that, the grilled porto sandwiches I've been raving about lately, the toasted onion focaccia with jamon iberico, openface (also, Madrid) and the grilled haloumi cheese with dipping spices and spreads in Cairns (that I have no clue about) rank among my favorite tastes.

Prince Stormageddon.

Dark Lord of all!

Since West Anaximander, this title will be need to be obtained by hand to hand combat. An aspirant and the Dark Lord will enter, a Dark Lord and no one leave.

I got my money on the Krushnic kid.

Worked too fervently today, did not send off the package for my sister. I hate time sensitive tasks that get more expensive as time goes on--I had the package in my car! The non-work time to grab it, label it, and take it to the mailroom before closing.

SHIT. Not small box to Fl by Friday. I can drive around tomorrow in the lunch break I never take when working from home and compare prices (hmm, can I weight it on my kitchen scale and prie it online?) -- mailing from work is great because a) multiple choices, one location b) corporate discount c) the guy has never asked me for shipping. Maybe they're docking my pay, maybe I'm lucky, charming, or incompetent.

I now expect Chris Evans to live in my building and be amused at me in the stairwell or hallway. If two movies say it, it's true, right?