it’s a giant rubber poop monster

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in the span between now and the last time I sat down to actually write anything on here Bernard turned five, my uncle came out for ten days, and I discovered how wonderful romanesco is.

let’s begin with the romanesco.

if it were a tv show, it would be called Cooking With Fractals. because that’s what it looks like. delicious little blooms of fractal deliciousness.

paired with pot roast and roast acorn squash you can do no wrong. none. don’t you dare say otherwise. especially don’t say anything about disliking pot roast because Aimée’s pot roast is amazing and damn you for saying otherwise!

Bernard lucked out for his birthday. mostly because we were craving DQ all of a sudden. so when I went to get us some, perhaps not much needed but much craved, dessert, there was a strawberry sundae thrown in for him.

said sundae was then… shit… i had a word right on the tip of my tongue here and now I can’t fucking remember it. hate it when that happens….

bah.

anyway… we added cookies and peanut butter to it for him. and he hoovered it. and then he kept staring at us like “so… I see you have some left…”

he did not get any more birthday treat. because he would have farted or barfed I bet. one is worse than the other. perhaps not the one you think.

my uncle came out from Burlington for ten days. he and my father and I spent a few days roaming around with shotguns and such. we did things that would piss of PETA, but make the boys at Duck Commander grin.

oh, and the gas valve on our furnace decided to sacrifice itself to whatever deity a worn out gas valve worships last night. thus I got to come home early because after phoning six places and getting told no one could come until tomorrow, Bruins called me back to say someone could be here for 2:30. So now I’m sitting at the kitchen table waiting for it to all be said and done and turn the damn furnace back on and heat the place up again.

sitting here waiting has cost me $45 so far. I’m not counting the several hundred for maintenance yet, because I haven’t been handed the bill yet. $45 got me an OSX Snow Leopard install DVD as well as a bump up to OSX Lion. which will conveniently arrive the day before we fly to Vancouver for the Trevisani Banquet.

ERMAHGERD the furnace is on!

Now’s the time to pull a Fry and just say “shut up and take my money!”

Rejoice! I can feel warm air flowing! REJOICE LIKE A MUTHAFUCKA!