I. Baked. 10. Dozen. Cookies. In. One. Sitting. Since. Around. 7:30. Oh, I also made bacon and rice for dinner while whipping up the batter as well. Talk about multitasking! The last 2 dozen of the almond blueberry are cooling right now. By the time I’m done here, I can wrap that up and go to bed. Oh hell no. I’m not doing dishes tonight! I did rinse everything out though. 🙂 So, the sample batch of Absolutely Weevil cookies (chocolate chips + English toffee) are ready. And I am introducing the more dainty, and at the moment unnamed, almond...
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1. Hunks upon hunks of well marinated meat roasted over open fire. Hmm….charred meat. 2. Bouncy house. (No adult takers this time though.) 3. 2 people burst into “Somewhere” from West Side Story in the middle of a conversation. 4. An impromptu sing-along broke out once the guitar is taken out of the case and everyone had sufficient amount of alcohol in their systems. It was no “The Greatest Love of All” from the other night, but hey, we did pretty well for a group that seemed very shy at the beginning! Once again, massive fun at Amy & Pete’s....
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1. List of food stuff include carne asada, green chilli marinaded chicken, full taco station, spicy chicken soup, 7-layer dip, freshly made guacamole, buckets and buckets of cookies, ice cream, and strawberry strata I made (which folks thought it was a lasagna until Brandon once again mentioned to them it WAS dessert). 2. List of alcoholic beverages include Newcastle, fancy red wine, Lychee sake, and strong margaritas. 3. List of discussions include “Oakley has a tail“, sexy gay geeks, wine tasting gone street i.e. Greg M. described the white wine that it tastes like “it has a baseball bat and...
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The journey of this long weekend took me a lot of places I’ve never been before. Friday was a lot of driving and running around. The adventures at the Thai Consulate somehow resulted in these interesting shots… …and a trip to the Grove. I have never walked into the Grove that far…or during the day. Last and first time I was there, we were out drinking a night and didn’t venture deep into the place. Saturday was also a lot of driving and running around. The tea party in Sierra Madre for coworker Candice was a lot of fun. I...
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As I talked to many people about my mom yesterday, one clear theme emerged. I want to track down the original surgeon who waved off chemo because “I got it all” and punch him in the face. One punch. That’s it. And a lot of screaming obscenities. In English. Sorry, Buddha. I know I’m not to embrace violence. But one punch instead of unleashing my martial arts on his ass IS already a practice of self-restraint. Anger is the only thing I have to hold on to right now. Otherwise, I don’t think I could’ve gotten out of bed without...
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#1 Man Meat. 300. Complete and total meat fest for ladies and gay men everywhere. Delicious from beginning to end. Even when bloodied, decapitated, or one-eyed. Even the bad guy is hot. I mean, Rodrigo Santoro in metal chains and not much else. Let me here you say, fuck yeah! See? The Spartans are nice and ripped and it looked believable. You know, they’re conditioned that way. It’s not the gigantic beefy juiced up muscles. I can’t stand those. The lean muscles that looks like you didn’t spent hours at the gym but get them from doing whatever it is...
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