An entry so boring, even I don't care...

Happy birthday, wicklehead.

I made Alton Brown's Mac & Cheese last night based on the recipe on the Food Network's website, and it was disappointing at best. It was a weird gray color (I used orange "NY cheddar" and white "Vermont cheddar" (both made in Wisconsin)), it was bland (even for mac & cheese), and it had those typical milk solid lumps that I associate with mac and cheese. Next time I decide to make Mac & Cheese, I'll try the stovetop-based recipe that Cook's Illustrated recommends, using evaporated milk since it doesn't have the separation and lumping problems that fresh milk has.

My TV still doesn't work, though I managed to get it working long enough to let me watch 15 minutes of Changing Rooms on BBC. Then it puttered out again. Poor me! Poor me! Things are so tough in my world! Wah wah wah!

I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's on dvd last night. Did they even read the book? What a crock of crap. I, unlike some of you, had no problem with Ms. Hepburn. I though she did a decent job. My problem was with the story. The things I liked most about the book, the things I related to, were completely fucked around in the movie. Fred went from a vulnerable Holly-worshiper to a strong-willed gigalo. And Mickey Rooney as the Japanese man? Oh, GOD, stereotype much? It became a sappy piece of crap. I'm sick of happy endings. They're bullshit. 1.5 stars out of 4. Read the book. (See, this is why I shouldn't read.) This movie needs to be remade.

I need to burn CDs this week. Not surprisingly, I promised I would and then didn't. I suck. I promised that I'd make cookies a few weeks ago and I didn't. I never do anything I promise to.

Volleyball tonight. Two games. We'll lose; we always lose. I hope we have fun in the process.

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I wonder if I'm the only person in the world to listen to Mike Watt's Ball-Hog or Tugboat in its entirety today. Sometimes I wonder things like that. I also wonder what percentage of things I link are actually clicked on.

I went home for lunch becasue I had to get my volleyball clothes. I ended up sitting on the chair watching an entire episode of Changing Rooms, which I won't link again, which made me 30 minutes late coming back from lunch. Fuck it. The TV wasn't wonking out, so I had to take advantage of it. Yesterday, in my 15 minute window, I cought a climpse of an episode of said unlinked show that had a deaf couple. It was weird hearing them talk, because you could still hear a British accent in their voice. Lord knows why I was surprised by that, but i was.

How do you get a witch pregnant? You fuck her.

As I was pulling into the parking lot, my Jeep did that thing that says "hey fuckhead, you're out of gas". So I'm out of gas. Or almost out of gas. It's usually good for a couple of (slow and wonky) miles before i completely run out, so hopefully I can make it to the nearest gas station.

Thanks for the song, Ianna. I don't particularly dig it.

I'm leaning more and more towards moving into the city. SuperDude is considering moving to Chicago, too, so maybe it'll work out that we get there at the same time. Roommates and all. I could do a lot worse as far as that was concerned. I want to live somewhere close to Irving Park, between Clark and Damen. A few blocks in either direction won't kill me.

Two entries in a day. Been a while since that's happened.

Another post.

I twisted my ankle playing volleyball. Came down (I think) on someone's foot. Anyway, it hurts, and it's pretty darned swollen. Kinda right in front of (blending into) where the ankle bone is. It doesn't hurt much unless I try to flex my ankle in either direction. Made for a fun drive home. Also, oddly, my right pinky isn't stretching as far as normal, which is making for weird typing.

So, anyway, we were losing and then I got hurt and we came back to win. Can you say "weak link"? I realized before the game that I'm not all that good at the sport. Or any sport (anymore) for that matter. Why it took me three seasons of gmaes to figure that out, I don't know.

Boy, the A's are DOMINATING.

Things for your calendar: Sept. 20-22: Mitch Hedberg @ Zanies in Old Town. Sept. 21: Ghettobillies @ Lyon's Den. Sept. 27: Mr. Show Live: Hooray for America @ Congress Theater.