Hail, Caesar
Well, hello there! Bet you thought I'd wandered off the edge of the 'net, or something. I suppose I did; lots to tell but most of it's bad news, ah foo. And who wants to hear bad news? Not me; not now, anyway. The basic facts of today are that I am in good health and relatively good spirits, so quit yer worryin' (if you was worryin', that is). I really have been keeping up with my friends list (yes, I read all your posts, and yes, I do mean to comment; but yes, I am lame), and am grateful for surviving almost all of the various f-list purges that have been done by those on my meager list over the past few months. So hey, thanks for not dropping me; I do appreciate it! Now that my least-favorite period of the year is over (that period being between Thanksgiving and Valentine's Day; which is a pretty big chunk of time to be glum, but that's generally how it goes for me), perhaps I can get back into being virtually social.
Here's something trivial, though:
Recently, I have become totally addicted to Caesar salad dressing. Totally. My stars, if I don't have the white stuff (either mushed in an actual salad or squirted into a sandwich) every ding-dong day, I am not a happy camper. How did this happen? The addiction has thankfully not progressed to the point of keeping a bottle of the crack dressing in my refrigerator, but who knows how long it'll be before that happens? And then, we all know what comes next: our gal Chthonic sucks the stuff directly out of the bottle at 3 o'clock in the morning. Eeeeek.
Disgraceful. Fear for me. Envy not my base desires!
Inspirational Song Lyric du jour:
I assume you understand that we have options on your time
And we'll ditch you in the harbor if we must
But if it all works out nicely, you'll get the bonus you deserve
from doctors we trust
--Brian Eno, "The Fat Lady of Limbourg"
Here's something trivial, though:
Recently, I have become totally addicted to Caesar salad dressing. Totally. My stars, if I don't have the white stuff (either mushed in an actual salad or squirted into a sandwich) every ding-dong day, I am not a happy camper. How did this happen? The addiction has thankfully not progressed to the point of keeping a bottle of the crack dressing in my refrigerator, but who knows how long it'll be before that happens? And then, we all know what comes next: our gal Chthonic sucks the stuff directly out of the bottle at 3 o'clock in the morning. Eeeeek.
Disgraceful. Fear for me. Envy not my base desires!
Inspirational Song Lyric du jour:
I assume you understand that we have options on your time
And we'll ditch you in the harbor if we must
But if it all works out nicely, you'll get the bonus you deserve
from doctors we trust
--Brian Eno, "The Fat Lady of Limbourg"