Holy Crap. I have another job interview. This one is eight minutes from my house. Tomorrow morning at 9:30.

what hath god wrought?

Just to put myself on the record:


GEAUX SAINTS!!!

Do yourself a favor tonight (if you like old time rock and roll ala Led Zep and that ilk), tune into Saturday Night Live, ignore the "comedey" and dig the musical guest "Them Crooked Vultures". Take it from an old guy, THEY ROCK.

went for my first jury duty deal today. did not get picked. Thank God. It was a civil trial and looked hella boring. AND it was gonna take three weeks.

So, I call again on friday night.

stay tuned.

So tomorrow I report for federal petit jury duty at 8:15 AM.

Hope I get a good juicy trial.

minor freakout yesterday when the unemployment check didn't come. Didn't think that Monday being MLK day would affect my check since I call to claim it n Tues.
But it came today and it is in the bank. A good thing since my balance was fifty-five cents.
Bought the traditional Starbucks (Venti roast, nothing fancy for me) and came back here to get back to being unemployed.

And for some reason, I really want a red Dum Dum sucker...

GF in Paris. She was originally going with a friend from work, but said friend was terminated before the trip took place. friend said to GF "here! take the prepaid room we were going to use on me!" GF gets to hotel, booking agency has fucked up, room is NOT prepaid. GF is in Paris with about fifty euros in her pocket after she pays room charge.

Moral: booking agencies SUCK. Call hotels and BOOK DIRECT.

GF is using her flight benefits to go to Paris for 48 hours. She gets back thurs.

In other news, I want BACON.

Want an easy way to donate to Haiti relief? iTunes users can donate using their account setup. easy as buying a song. Just donated to RED CROSS.

OMG, I realize that it's late and all, but "DISTRICT 9" is an amazing movie.

Yes, I am lame. But it IS good.

OK, so I am not "actually" on a diet. I am diabetic and I am going to have to start eating like I am diabetic.

But I have changed my mental position on eating so of course all I see are cakes and candy on TV. And I get "hungry" five minutes after eating.

This will get a lot easier after I go to the grocery store tomorrow.

went to the Doctor yesterday.

My Doctor is cute. I know medical school and college and years of study have been involved, but this woman looks like she just got off the school bus. I have a little crush on her.

But the reason I am posting this is that I am having to eat healthily again.

sigh.

responsibility tastes like a hamburger/no bun.

but this weekend there will be more veggies and better cuts of meat.

gotta get that blood sugar DOWN.

if I ever see Russell T. Davies on the street I am going to kick his ass.

So I don't remember if I posted about the NEW Star Trek movie when it came out. I bought the DVD and I have watched it a few times and I still freaking love it.

I love the fact that Kirk and Spock and the gang are young again and the Federation is young again swashes are buckled and sly looks are exchanged and Scotty is all "I'm givin' her all I got" and Chekov is all "I'm Russian, dudes" and Sulu is all "I'm driving the HELL out of this ship, yo."

And nobody has to wear a gurdle.

It makes me feel like I am 14 years old and watching TOS on a friday night.

And when something makes you feel 40 years younger, that is a good thing.

I want Abrams to come back in 10 years and reboot The Next Generation. Maybe they can have Wesley Crusher time travel in this one.

what a fucked up, horrible year. I gotta get a job in 2010.

happy new year fellow babies.

Since the GF is working today (for The World's Largest Airline) to keep the skies full of pissed off people, we had Christmas yesterday.

It was one of those days when you get to see a parent burst with pride over something their child does.

Very neat and sweet.

My food was a hit, and the dinner was great.

"God bless us every one."

Today I am having the Chief's Scalloped Oysters and my second last filet. Small consolation for knowing the girl is in her little office putting up with a-holes.

Merry Christmas fellow babies.

You know, It has become popular for people to post things like "Merry Christmas to those who celebrate the Holiday. This in no way is an attempt to impose my beliefs on you."

Well, OK.

But I am just going to say "Merry Christmas".

If you hate Christmas I am sorry for you. It is a wonderful little holiday that celebrates a great guy who had some dynamite ideas. We celebrate this guy's birth by giving each other presents, killing trees, baking cookies, listening to corny music and watching bad movies.

If you don't celebrate the holiday, enjoy the cookies.

OK, so you might remember the saga of the sausage balls (SFW; it's food, not the title of some strange porno). Today I made POTATO LATKES or EXCELLENT REASONS TO EAT APPLESAUCE AND/OR SOUR CREAM.

Hit another home run, if I do say so myself. c'mon. it's potatoes, onions and hot oil. How far wrong could you go? The will also be nuked tomorrow and served as appetizers. I am a wonderful guest. Plus, it reminds me of the Chief. She was always cooking at Christmas. And today is the anniversary of her birth. 12-23-24.

Now, I nap. Because grating potatoes is hard work. Well, tedious anyway.

I swear to god, why do the most simple recipes ALWAYS kick my ass?

I wanted to make something for the big Xmas dinner the GF is having and since nobody likes oysters, scalloped or otherwise I decided sausage balls looked like a great idea. So I got a Paula Deen recipe, seemed simple. THREE ingredients. All I needed was a trip to the grocery.

Decided on today as d-day. I'd fix 'em and freeze 'em until thursday (the GF has to work on Xmas so America can FLY).

here's the rundown:

1 lb chub of sausage
3 cups bisquick
4 cups shreaded cheddar cheese.

Throw it all in a bowl and mix that all together by hand. MIX THAT ALL TOGETHER. BY HAND. Now I am not squeamish, I make a HELL of a meatloaf; that is NOT the problem.

After the first ten minutes of mixing I began to think old Paula had put this recipe on the internet as a joke. I could hear her southern chuckle. "I bet some poor yankee is trying to mix these three incompatible, dry ingredients together. His hands are gonna fall off!".

The sausage did not want to mix with the cheese and neither one wanted any part of the bisquick.

Finally, after about a half an hour of this, I realized the bisquick was GONE. I looked around on the counter and the floor, but no, it seems like the sausage had begun to mix with the dry ingredients. SOME of the cheese was joining with the pork, also. After that, I was home free; forming the balls was merely tedious.

Currently they are making a nice smell, and I am going to make a nice remulade sauce for to dip them in.

UPDATE: ugly, but tasty. They are kind of sausage flying saucers instead of balls. The sauce may need to be re-done. it's kind of not what I was looking for...