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And then I drop it in my nuts
Apr. 16th, 2005 10:09 amAnother lovely morning here in Elk Grove. I should be springing up and practicing my drumming.
Look, ma, no spring. I'll find it here, shortly, but I'm feeling rather lazy.
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While driving to run a work errand the other day, I saw a pack of homeless men migrating from wherever they came from down to an area towards Arden Faire Mall. Two guys were walking, unfettered, and a third was rolling two laden shopping carts. I'm not sure if he was pushing all of their material positions or just his. I wondered why he was pushing both carts, and the other guys weren't helping him out.
They had this look about them, like they were a gang and proud to be so. They appeared to have a purpose. All of them had the properly dishevelled, well worn outfit, longish hair and the scruffy beards.
Then one of the non cart dudes did or said something to upset the other non-cart dude. Non cart dude 2 went ballistic on Non Cart 1 and was yelling at him, making aggressive gestures. The kind of gestures you see on tv in an after school special on gangs. But Non Cart 1 was intimidated. He was cowering, and trying to avoid Non Cart 2. Non Cart 2 walked away a bit, and then came after Non Cart 1 again.
As my light turned green, the last thing I saw was Non Cart 1 running away from Non Cart 2.
Very sad, and yet silly. There is something heart-breaking, though, in seeing a grown homeless man cower before another homeless man, who really wasn't that much bigger, but clearly a bully.
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Fast forward to this morning, where I am indulging in my false sense of security that is my small suburban home. I awaken at 7:30, cuddle with the cats until they do really adorable things, read a bit, and then found the show on Food Network that is the bane of culinary enthusiasts: Semi-Homemade Cooking with Sandra Lee. My friend T and I enjoy mocking it. First off, it's gross. Second. It's gross. In today's episode, she was inspired by carnival food. Corndogs, churros, candied apples, funnel cakes and frozen bananas. You know, the kind of stuff you only eat at carnivals to take your mind of the toothless carnie that wants you to scream louder on the Zipper. The kind of stuff that haunts you because your body can't possibly absorb that much sugar and fat in a single day.
I'll get past the fact that she suggested putting pumpkin pie spice on the Churros. But spaghetti sauce spice for the corndogs? What the hell?
The end of the show is always the piece de resistance: she takes time to go over the "Tablescapes". Yes, how to decorate your table to represent your theme. Since it was carnival themed, the table was loud 'n proud with a ferris wheel centerpiece, gaudy striped tablecloth, and little planter pots with bright colors.
All in all, her food is nasty, and she's so skinny herself, you have a hard time believing she really eats anything, let alone the glaringly unhealthy dreck she whips up. Definitely a perfect show for a)grossing yourself out and b) delivering the MST 3k treatment.
Look, ma, no spring. I'll find it here, shortly, but I'm feeling rather lazy.
----
While driving to run a work errand the other day, I saw a pack of homeless men migrating from wherever they came from down to an area towards Arden Faire Mall. Two guys were walking, unfettered, and a third was rolling two laden shopping carts. I'm not sure if he was pushing all of their material positions or just his. I wondered why he was pushing both carts, and the other guys weren't helping him out.
They had this look about them, like they were a gang and proud to be so. They appeared to have a purpose. All of them had the properly dishevelled, well worn outfit, longish hair and the scruffy beards.
Then one of the non cart dudes did or said something to upset the other non-cart dude. Non cart dude 2 went ballistic on Non Cart 1 and was yelling at him, making aggressive gestures. The kind of gestures you see on tv in an after school special on gangs. But Non Cart 1 was intimidated. He was cowering, and trying to avoid Non Cart 2. Non Cart 2 walked away a bit, and then came after Non Cart 1 again.
As my light turned green, the last thing I saw was Non Cart 1 running away from Non Cart 2.
Very sad, and yet silly. There is something heart-breaking, though, in seeing a grown homeless man cower before another homeless man, who really wasn't that much bigger, but clearly a bully.
---
Fast forward to this morning, where I am indulging in my false sense of security that is my small suburban home. I awaken at 7:30, cuddle with the cats until they do really adorable things, read a bit, and then found the show on Food Network that is the bane of culinary enthusiasts: Semi-Homemade Cooking with Sandra Lee. My friend T and I enjoy mocking it. First off, it's gross. Second. It's gross. In today's episode, she was inspired by carnival food. Corndogs, churros, candied apples, funnel cakes and frozen bananas. You know, the kind of stuff you only eat at carnivals to take your mind of the toothless carnie that wants you to scream louder on the Zipper. The kind of stuff that haunts you because your body can't possibly absorb that much sugar and fat in a single day.
I'll get past the fact that she suggested putting pumpkin pie spice on the Churros. But spaghetti sauce spice for the corndogs? What the hell?
The end of the show is always the piece de resistance: she takes time to go over the "Tablescapes". Yes, how to decorate your table to represent your theme. Since it was carnival themed, the table was loud 'n proud with a ferris wheel centerpiece, gaudy striped tablecloth, and little planter pots with bright colors.
All in all, her food is nasty, and she's so skinny herself, you have a hard time believing she really eats anything, let alone the glaringly unhealthy dreck she whips up. Definitely a perfect show for a)grossing yourself out and b) delivering the MST 3k treatment.
