I went snowboarding a few weeks back. It was fun, but I don't know if I'll go again this season or ever try to get that good. Carrie and I, each of whom had been once before but didn't feel comfortable, took a lesson with some strangers at our level. I was on the lift with one of them, a guy named Steve. He told me he's a jet pilot who wanted to be able to say at the bar that he snowboards. Really? Women who go to pilot bars have such high standards? Jerks.
After the snowboarding, I needed a massage real bad.
jisalynn had gotten me a GC for one. Thanks, dude!
For the super bowl, I made
macaroni and cheese, which was an overcooked disaster. The pasta never doubled in size. It disintegrated. I also, more successfully, made a
bacon explosion. It turned out
beautifully.
T9 has given me some funny results that I want to remember, so I'm posting them here. When I type in "plates", the first hit is "slaves". When I type in "earmuffs", I get "darntees". What's a darntee?
Recently watched Wordplay and Word Wars, the crossword and scrabble documentaries, respectively, and in that order. American subcultures at their finest, I guess?