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Posted on March 05, 2007 at 02:33 PM
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Updates in the form of bullet points:
This will be my last post on this blog. You can find me here from now on: http://www.abstractutopia.com/blog Update, or don’t. Like I care. I’ll put up a redirect later. Maybe. |
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Posted on February 01, 2007 at 07:33 PM
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Want to know a secret nifty thing? all three of you who still read this blog.
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Posted on January 30, 2007 at 11:27 AM
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It is next to impossible to be in a foul mood while listening to Ska music. No matter what is going wrong all day, if you have a background of ska music, it’s hard to be angry about it. Remember when Ska was cool back in the mid-90’s? I talking the post Madness coolness of Ska. I wonder if anyone even remembers that Madness was a Ska band at times. I mean, how many people can name a song aside from “Our House”? Does anyone remember the One Step Beyond album? Or Baggy Trousers? I have come to the conclusion that a horn section makes bands cool. Look at Cake … even one horn adds to their coolness. I think one of the problems I have with music these days is that it’s so fucking angsty. I’m not saying that music hasn’t always been burdened by it’s angst, it has. I’m talking about all these bands that take themselves and the music way, WAAAAY to seriously. Now, when I was younger I liked my share of angsty music, but I had to offset it with other stuff as well. I turn on the radio now and all I hear is this post-grunge-pseudo-punk-wannabe blur of bands that pretty much all sound the same. I am speaking in generalization of course. There are exceptions of course, but I miss people who are up for a little fun. Remember those lyrics that were utter non-sense? I mean, like the B-52’s and the Pixies. Hell, even Queen had it’s moments of utter silliness. Rock Lobster? Quiche Loraine? Fat Bottomed Girls? Monkey Gone to Heaven? Ridiculous lyrics that don’t really have to mean anything for it still to be music. I blame whiny emo boys and their bad haircuts. Damn you emo boys. If I could find your leader, I would kick him in the knee. Twice. That would give him something to really whine about. All you emo boys remind me of that kid who would whine and moan and wear black, then go home and secretly sing show tunes to himself. Hey, guess what, I can mindlessly strum four minor chords badly on a guitar too. So, emo boys, go out and see how many times you can say “pick it up” in ten seconds. Then write a song about a peanut butter and jelly omelet. |
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Posted on January 30, 2007 at 08:24 AM
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So, at work we’ve got these potlucks. We generally have them once every other month or so, sometimes more frequently, sometimes less. To most of them, I bring fresh baked bread. Quite frankly, I get bored of always bringing the same thing. Other people always bring the same thing (fucking green bean casseroles), but I think that is because they always eat the same thing at home. I will be the first person to admit that I am I made up this recipe sitting at my desk. It’s cost effective because bulk mushrooms are cheap as is couscous. The sundried tomatoes are also pretty cheap if you don’t go to those fancy hippie stores to get them. I get them at my local farmers market for about $2 a container. I should hope that anyone who is going to make this already has the spices laying about. So anyway, this recipe is not only kosher, but also vegetarian (I think even vegan … I don’t know if they use egg in couscous or not). I am actually modifying it out of one of my Jewish cookbooks. Spiced Couscous with Mushrooms and Sun-Dried Tomatoes 1 cup dry couscous
Options: Substitute part of the sun dried tomato with dried red chili for a spicier couscous. You can also add chili powder or cayenne as one of the spices. Yum! |
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Posted on January 29, 2007 at 10:40 AM
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I got a new plant for my office. Yes, yes, I know I am Utopia the plant slayer (a.k.a. Mrs. Black Thumb, Killer of Things Green, The Foliage Destroyer), but we were tromping about Wally World late Sunday eve and they were selling little Canadian cacti for 97 cents. I know, a cactus grown in a Canadian greenhouse isn’t right, but it’s still a cactus. It makes me feel a little bit more at ease just to have a plant that could do some damage to someone around me … especially the cubicle ninjas who have been going out of their way of late to thwart and destroy my spirit. Anyway, this leaves me with a quandary. What should I name my new cubicle companion? I already have Bruce Wayne and I gloriously destroyed Wally West. I also have Diana in the form of a little succulent. So, what next? I sense my cactus is a “She”. it just gives off that vibe to me. It’s quite spiny and makes me happy so I was thinking maybe Selena Kyle. This way it can have a love/hate relationship with ol’ Bruce-ee. I was also thinking perhaps Edward Nigma, but like I said, it’s a girl. One day, I’ll get holoscan comments for this blog since MT has been utterly infested by spambots. But, I’m lazy. So, in an effort to make jeckles happy and add to the already shitty discussion in the Talk Shit Forums, I added a whole new topic to discuss the name of my cubicle cactus. So… go and banter here. |