Moe, moe, kyun!
HomuHomu crushing it. That look on her face makes me smile.
The Three Stooges
I was awoken on Saturday by the hammering and the pounding of the work that’s happening on the buildings of my condominium development. They’re pulling down the siding and the brick and installing a better building wrap. The workers are all over and I get worried about the car out back. I needed to get the car out of there. So I go about and find an early movie to watch. Not really caring what it is, I pick The Three Stooges. I’m hoping to see heads being banged together so that I don’t rage and bang some heads together around my house. I want to go all Moe on someone.
The nice part about The Three Stooges is that they did old school style. Three different vignettes. Three different two reelers. Just like they had been presented back in the day. The also had the intro with their theme song and their floating heads — I’m hearing “3 Blind Mice” in my head now. This was nice and unexpected. They strung their story in these three segments.
The first was the Three Stooges origin story. They’re orphans raised by Larry David taking a nun’s vow. Larry David as a nun is funny. The second was the Three Stooges out at work. They were doctors and carpenters. They caused mayhem. The final was a big hoighty-toighty party. I was expecting many pies thrown. They disappointed me.
It was a fun and funny time waster. You couldn’t ask for anything more. I laughed. Everyone laughed. Guffaws! I’ve never heard a real deep belly laugh until the first noggin was knocked together. This lady laughed real loud for every head slap and eye poke. She infected the audience as she made us laugh when at times we didn’t need to. She made it enjoyable.
3 of 5 stars.
B.A.L.T
Bacon. Avocado. Lettuce. Tomato.
Awesome.
After doing the tomato mango salsa salad, it’s time to use the lettuce for sandwiches. Today was the B.L.T. with the avocado twist.
I used the old baked bacon trick. This time baked for only 12 minutes on a foil covered cookie sheet. I took four of those slices for the sandwich, ate one hot out of the oven, and still have two more for tomorrow’s tuna salad sandwich.
On toasted whole grain bread, I spread a smidge of mayonnaise. Then I put a couple of slices of tomatoes. I don’t usually put tomatoes on a sandwich because they are notorious at causing the dreaded spill of fillings. You bite into a sandwich with a tomato and most times the sandwich fillings with the tomato get squeezed out the backside. So, I place the tomatoes onto the bread to keep them in place. The lettuce goes next, and I probably put too many leaves. The four slices of bacon, and finally the avocado.
Now, it tasted pretty good at work, but probably tasted so much better freshly made this morning. It also could’ve used more slices of bacon, but really anything tastes so much better with more bacon.
Link of the Day [4.25.12]
We need more Orioles fans.
Camden Yards celebrating its 20th anniversary, and on most nights, she's only a third full. Come on, Baltimore, show you're support!
Today's link takes you to a crazy Orioles fanatic who wants every Wednesday to be Orange Wednesday. I'll join her, you should, too. That's a lot of Wednesdays. Maybe she should've tried every other Wednesday of the season whenever the Orioles are home.
http://dundalk.patch.com/d/articles/dundalk-native-wants-town-to-see-orange
Homerun-chan
HomuHomu swing and a miss! Baseball girl is also so very moe. Also, she’s swinging a golf club.
Lunches
I feel like making some lunch before I go to work, so this past Sunday I craft a menu in my head. A feel like salad so how about one with a tomato mango salsa. Then to get rid of the bacon in my icebox, how about a BLT. Finally, let’s just make some tuna salad.
First up is the tomato mango salsa. I get a mango and dice it up. The tried chose one of the more fibrous variety of mango not the silky kind. I also tried to chose a less ripe one, but my fingers are always selecting one that is ripe. Having a less ripe on makes the mango pieces slightly hard so that it adds a crunch. I also dice up two tomatoes, then add half a red onion also diced. I mix all this up in a bowl with a squeeze of lemon, a dash of fish sauce, and a pinch of salt. When it came time for the salad, I used plain iceberg lettuce freshly cut from the head and add the tomato mango salsa on top.
You might not need any salad dressing, but I threw some on just for more flavor. A regular vinaigrette except I grated some fresh ginger into EVOO/red wine vinegar plus another squeeze of lemon and fish sauce. I like how that turned out.
Tomorrow is the BLT. I think I’m gonna add a couple of slices of avocado to it.
Does anyone have a nice tuna salad recipe?
Okay, here I go!
Homuhomu is moe.
Link of the Day [4.22.12]
Watching Ozu on a rainy Sunday evening, and I end up looking up the wikipedia entry for Late Spring which leads me to today’s link.
It’s a link to a compilation of lists that add up to the 1000 best pictures of all time.
There’s a lot to digest in a list like this. Did they leave any out? Are there any out of order? Are there any out of place? I’m sure we all have our own biases. Does this list exhibit any?
What’s your take?
Also, Ozu’s Late Spring comes in at 207, but his Tokyo Story is high up there at 11.
Public Transit Twist
Crazy movie-like dream involving I. It must be written down or else lose it to the haze of memory as I wake. This dream had a great story line with a beginning middle and an end. Yet, it is already going.
I calls me out of the blue, and invites me over to her parents house on Saturday. They live right down the road from me. Really, they did in real life. I’m ecstatic and can’t wait for the weekend to come.
On the day, I take public transportation or maybe walk over. When I get there, she invites me in. Her parents are not there, but she’s not alone in the house. She’s with a blonde haired young dude who she introduces me to. The guy can’t stay and leaves us to ourselves. I at first think the guy is a neighbor; he’s young and as he leaves, he walks down the street. Later, dude! I get to spend a Saturday with I!
This part of the dream is leaving me now.
We drink coffee. We hang out. We talk about our lives that has passed. We clean up her parents house. I am having a good time. It feels like I may have a chance with her again. At one point she goes to throw some things out, and I give her a hand. As she walks out the door with the garbage bag, she mentions that she never was married. She never had kids. I get the shakes hearing this. The window of opportunity just opened, right?
I start turning on the charm and try to be less subtle in my passes. I put the moves on her getting close to her, and she begins to feel uncomfortable. I back off slightly not wanting to ruin things. Then it is evening, and I had to go.
I’m taking the bus back home. She’s steps out for a minute as I get my things together. I’m giddy trying to figure out how to restart our friendship and turn it into a relationship. Can I finally go out with I? Is she home to stay? She did say she liked me and missed me right before I got all forward, right? Yes, maybe, hopefully.
But she returns with the young blonde boy who I thought was her neighbor.
We get on the bus. Me and I on one side; the blonde boy on the other. I’m very happy thinking how to end this right. I think that I should ask her out to dinner or drinks or get her phone number. I can envision establishing a relationship wherein we end up married. It just may happen. She is my über-girl, and it would mean a lot to have her as a girlfriend.
As we are jostled around, I make a pass on her. I attempt footsies. I tickle her toe with mine except that it didn’t really tickle. It seemed I scratched her with my toenails. She cries out, and I know that I’ve just killed any chance with her. She rubs her toe, and then the twist of this dream happens. The blonde boy immediately jumps to her side and embraces her! Comforts her. He rubs her feet and relaxes her. She gives him a peck on the forehead, but it is a signal to me that she is spoken for. She had brought him along as a hint that she had a boyfriend! My hopes are shot, and I can’t of think of anything to salvage the situation. Maybe I can get in the friend zone and bide my time.
I wake up without ever finishing that bus ride.
Booming Classics
When I was in high school the music of the day was “classic rock.” The Doors, Led Zeppelin, and Pink Floyd were all popular with my classmates. These bands were all part of our parent’s lives and years later they became a part if ours. It was a 20 year span before we embraced the music as ours.
Fast forward to today. The music from 20 years ago was Nirvana, rap, grunge, and R&B. I liked it then. Now it is our “classic music.” I can’t believe it. My generation’s music is now “classic.”
The time does fly.