Better Living Through Introspection

Fer Cryin’ Out Loud
Forget the garlic. I just realized that not only did I forget my belt (serious fashion faux pas) but I also am wearing brown socks with black pants and black shoes because I had fully intended to wear *brown* pants and *brown* shoes but somewhere along the way managed to change my mind without really being aware I had done so. I hear the fashion police coming down the street.

And you can forget about the stylishly rumpled shirt. Forget about it.

I Can Actually See The Fumes
I made vermicelli ala novak (meaning: vermicelli novak style, meaning:vermicelli with whatever I happened to have purchased on the way home from work — in this case, tomato, parsley, olive oil, and garlic) and I think I went a little overboard with the garlic. Why is it that sauteed garlic smells sooooo delicious, yet garlic gushing out of one’s pores makes for quite an eye-watering event? And it’s not like the smell is constant either…it just kind of creeps up on you when you least expect it, then suddenly you get a whiff and you recoil in horror and wave your arms madly about, as if you can brush it off or knock it down or run away from it, screaming like a little girl. I’m really beginning to understand that whole “keeps the vampires away” thing — as far as I can tell, it also keeps normal human beings at a minimum distance of 30 yards.

If only it could repel work.

Not A Fan Of Silence, Are Ya Trebek?
It’s been pretty quiet around here lately. I’ve noticed that this tends to be a general weblog phenomenon. It seems much akin to those akward pauses in conversations wedged between dirty martinis when all that’s left to do is stare down at your drink and idly swish-n-swirl your last remaining olive, hoping Catherine Zeta-Jones would slink into your life, claiming she was tired of Michael Douglas, and that it really was you, you all along.

Or something like that.

MI:2
In brief, courtesy of my brother.

I Actually Used
The phrase Venn Diagram in a sentence today. Ha! Not bad for a former military policeman turned english major turned graphic designer turned web designer, dontcha think? What’s that? You didn’t know that about me? That’s why I don’t have an “about” section on this site: so I can spring surprises like that on ya!