Further (Mis)Adventures
A few days ago I made a poor decision regarding a package of tofu with a sell-by date of April 28, so last night I sought gastrointestinal redemption by tossing out a mutant half-onion and a few apples that had already been partially digested by fungi. Someday I will learn not to treat the fridge like a cryogenic chamber.
Then I decided I wanted to do something tasty with a sweet potato. Sweet potato quesadillas would have required more effort than I was willing to expend, so I asked the Internet for ideas. The Internet told me I could bake it after slicing it up and coating it with a mixture of olive oil, salt, cumin, and red pepper, and the Internet was right. Thanks, Internet! We should do this again sometime.
Today someone used the IM reference service to ask how long an amoeba lives, then didn't stick around online for the answer. I hate when they do that.
Other things I hate include today's humidity. This morning I swam to work like a disgruntled salmon.
In other news, I think Sabembermoff's power supply died yesterday. I'm going to poke it a bit when I get home, but even if it comes back to life I'm going to be annoyed that this happened right when I actually have time to play games on it again. I might be somewhat mollified if it I could at least curl up in a sunny spot with a book, but there is no sun. Sköll hath conquered. We are orbiting an empty furnace. Somewhere, a vegetable-loathing mad scientist is cackling victoriously.
Also, this is the second power supply I've plugged into that insatiable prima donna. Next time I'm buying a giant hamster wheel and an eight-year-old.
Then I decided I wanted to do something tasty with a sweet potato. Sweet potato quesadillas would have required more effort than I was willing to expend, so I asked the Internet for ideas. The Internet told me I could bake it after slicing it up and coating it with a mixture of olive oil, salt, cumin, and red pepper, and the Internet was right. Thanks, Internet! We should do this again sometime.
Today someone used the IM reference service to ask how long an amoeba lives, then didn't stick around online for the answer. I hate when they do that.
Other things I hate include today's humidity. This morning I swam to work like a disgruntled salmon.
In other news, I think Sabembermoff's power supply died yesterday. I'm going to poke it a bit when I get home, but even if it comes back to life I'm going to be annoyed that this happened right when I actually have time to play games on it again. I might be somewhat mollified if it I could at least curl up in a sunny spot with a book, but there is no sun. Sköll hath conquered. We are orbiting an empty furnace. Somewhere, a vegetable-loathing mad scientist is cackling victoriously.
Also, this is the second power supply I've plugged into that insatiable prima donna. Next time I'm buying a giant hamster wheel and an eight-year-old.