Plaidophile

So, like, yesterday John told me that I might be getting a call from the staffing agency about putting my services "on hold."

Basically, I'm having flashbacks to the late 90s.

So, my mom's out of town until next Tuesday, which means that since my dad is totally helpless when it comes to food, I'm cooking until then. Which is great, since slaving over a hot stove is just what I want to do after I get home at 6:30 after 8-odd hours of working with a major asshole, but I digress.

Of course, my dad (who gets home at 5:15 or so) is also clueless about what needs to be purchased at the grocery store, and so I'm just having to make do with what's around.

And what's around? Salmon!

My best one yet.

Listen to it and other entries when it goes live sometime on May 20, 2004 (or find it in the archive after May 27 or so).

Great movie. You should see it.

John's current "business dealing:" He's getting into the calling card scam business for extra capital while getting the VoIP business going.

Jennifer: What is the status of the Friday shipments?

John: I didn't do any, because you didn't mark any shipments as completed on Friday so I didn't want to muck about doing research as to which ones you'd shipped or not.

Jennifer: I didn't do any shipments then because I wasn't in on Friday!

John: Not my problem.

Okay, so yesterday, after an all-evening Food Network binge (watching, not eating), I had an idea of preparing one of the Alton Brown recipes.

But my subconscious had other plans, so I made teriyaki grilled salmon today instead. C'est magnifique!

Today's dose of bullshit. (John is being more of an asshole prick than usual.)

(BTW, the formal definition of a Cecil is enough angry to launch a thousand quits. So 1mCecil = 1000μCecils = enough to make me quit. Sorry for not actually defining my scale earlier.)

Today I got a new toy, which is worthy of a review.