I sometimes remember the birthdays of my immediate family (barely), but forget those of even my neices and nephews. My dear friend, MrsV, has a great policy posted on her site, so I’m stealing hers.

Birthday Policy

I’m not too much for the whole meme thing, but this one is music…

From the crazy cat lady, list your collection alphabetically by song and list the first one for each letter:

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I thought I would share a few recipes with my horde of rabid reader.

Scubbo
Bring a pot of water to boil.
Place vegetables and anything else even remotely edible at hand in pot.
Let stew.
Eat.

Blind Scubbo
Same as Scubbo, minus the vegetables and edible bits.

Spoo Cubes*
Cut Spoo into 1/2″ cubes.
Garnish with parsley.
Serve at 62 degrees F.

*Not technically vegetarian

Okay, so as soon as I hit “publish” on that last one, they came back to me. Oi.

I want to sponsor a NASCAR team just so I can hear the announcer say “the Cheesy-Poofs car…”
I want to be rich so that my immature behavior can have a bigger impact upon the world. (see above)
I’m considering hibernating this winter. Wake me in April. (Forget March. I’m sleeping in.)

I have a hard time sitting through a movie without having to visit the restroom, so I don’t see movies in the threater any more, but two that are on my must-see (actually, must buy) list when they hit DVD are Serenity and MirrorMask.

In a recent issue of InsideMS, the magazine of the The National MS Society, they had an article on animal assisants; dogs specifically. It reminded me of how I’ve been thinking that it would be cool to have a service monkey. I would name him “Pestilence”. He could sit on my shoulder and fling poo at people who annoy me. That would be perfect for movie theaters.

“That ain’t popcorn, lady. Now shutup.”

I think I need to get out more.

I’ve often wished that I could have gone through something like SEAL training in the past. Making it through something like that must give you a real confidence boost. I imagine that all of life’s problems take on a new perspective.

Panicked co-worker - “Oh no! We’ve got to get this TPS report finished by five!”
SEAL - “I once killed a shark with my toenail clippings.”

I guess I have something similar now, only it seems a lot more like just not giving a shit.

Jojii’s Sword recently had a haiku contest centered around memories of those who had moved on (in the game). Here’s one of mine:

as i seek her eyes
in the faces of the crowd
her farewell lingers

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And last but not least…

I’m bald.

Yup, I cut it ALL off. Boredom is a terrible thing! I had the length finally to where I liked it, but I decided that now was the time. With the summer heat coming up, and the fact that I had promised myself to do it at SOME point, I figured why wait. Not to mention the fact that since I’m not getting any dates anyway, if I turn out butt-ugly it won’t be making matters any worse! Hehe. Plus I wanted to see what the dent on the back of my skull looked like… hey, no jokes! and no, this isn’t what I meant when I said I had to explore Teru’s style… Pics to follow at some point