The Demonweasel Speaks

Among our Christ’s Mass loot this year were many things for the kitchen, including a couple of sets of fancy knives, a set of cookware and a food processor. I’m in the process of making a stir-fry that went horribly awry due to over zealous use of said food processor. Many vegetables were marched to its swirling pit of blades and death and liquification. So it’s steak in a near pureed mass of cilantro, green onions, regular onions, red, yellow and green peppers. Now, over rice. The hidden bonus room: I have yet to successfully make rice. We’ll see how it goes.

I don’t know why I started calling it Christ’s Mass. I just did. So there.

I deiced today that we’re going to have a sale at the store near the end of February, running from Valentine’s Day to the next Wednesday, Ash Wednesday, which will also include Chinese New Year and President’s Day. It’s going to the be the Chinese President’s Ashes of Love Sale. Believe it!

This just in. I make rice good. My impatient little duchess, trying for 5 stars on every song in Guitar Hero on easy, is hungry.

I’m going to close on football, staying that I’m almost ashamed to wear my Giants hats (I have two of them now). I’m glad they made it into the payoffs, but only a Super Bowl appearance will make me not want Coughlin to be fired, because he ain’t good.

*He’s* the glop.

Later tonight, trying to figure out how to get pictures from the new camera my folks sent us, writing thank you notes, picking a new agent to try for and maybe some writing and exercising.

So let’s a do post for the new year, since I didn’t do one for all of August. Quick hits, we ordered a PPV and it’s starting at 1:30. Of course, I gave myself the gift of a DirecTV DVR this Christ’s Mass, so I guess it really doesn’t matter. Of course, it’s not working 100% yet, and a dude has to come and fix it. The first available date they have is the 27th. Ass.

I’m not doing resolutions. I mean, there’ shit I want to get done, but I’m not going to be all official and say it’s this and it’s this and it’s this. I mean, I have enough going on this coming year. Getting married, wot wot. Other things I’m interested in  achieving this year are publishing “Shadow of the Past,” finishing “The Corner,” either getting a plan together to buy the store or get my own, and the suddenly prescient buy a house.

Prescient. I do not think that word means what you think it means. I’m going to use it anyway.

We drove around Springfield, dodging crack addicts, hookers, youth gangs and even a house fire yesterday looking at some of the places that we had scoped out on line. Yes, as we drove by we saw a house in the first stages of burning down, people running around, giant billows of smoke filling the street. Thankfully, not one of the places that we were interested. But yeah, springfield, because it’s 150% cheaper than living in YS, and with Allie and her mom moving to Indiana in the coming year, it’s not that super pressing to live in YS, especially given that they’ve passed another levy making it even more expensive to live there. Fuck it, when we can own a house that costs maybe 60,000 in the ‘field that would cost 130,000 in the ’springs. If not more. Yes, that’s between 60,000 and 70,000 for three bedrooms, 1.5 baths, and basements and shit like that. When you take into account how much we’re paying for an apartment in the springs, the math just makes sense. And yes, we did find a couple of places that looked to be crack, hooker and fire free.

We’ll see what happens.  Of course, this means I’ve gotta get my license. But that’s coming, I swear. For realsies. Add that to the non resolutions.

And for those of you playing at home, I think I maybe fixed the Feedburner issues, but you’ll have to resubscribe in your readers and email lists and shit like that. I’ll know for sure when this gets posted.

Off to watch Kenzie play guitar hero (another present from Christ’s Mass) until “Accepted” comes on.