November 30th, 2011
I got home last night, and changed to exercise, and my beloved called from her milking expedition to tell me about a food truck event. I wasn't willing to change back into street clothes, and so she was kind enough to go and report about what she found at the school in Covina. There was a lot of gourmet options, and she brought home things like a lobster corn dog, or a Kobe beef slider with mushrooms. Very nice.
Among other things, we got through another disc from Netflix of season three of Fringe. Then, it was time to collapse in a heap and sleep.
Is a lobster corn dog, a corn dog in the form of a lobster?
No, lobster surrounding by corn bread, and fried, then squirted with a tasty sauce.
Ah. Thanks! Wouldn't that make it a corn lobster, then?
Corned lobster would have been braised in brine.
Then with lobsters, what's brine is corn?
Somehow, I think you're hamming it up...
Somehow, I think you're right! I'm always left, actually, but...
HEY! GENIE ICON! YAY!
Ah, and yes, probably.
I don't use Genie all that often, but it seemed to suggest swaying to me.
I liked the old series. It was a lot of fun.
It's hard finding a dye in this color...
Ha! I'll tell you one thing, if Terror wanted to dye my hair purple today (I let her do it when she was younger), it would actually look purple!
About a third of forestcats
's hair is purple. Now.
In regular lighting, you barely even notice.
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