Things I do after very long days to amuse friends and myself...

Yesterday was *far* too long a day. I came into work about 8:15a to work on my "To Do" list, but was somewhat unpleasantly surprised with what really ended up filling my schedule. In the end I was only able to complete 2 of my planned tasks and knock 'em off my list, instead spending the majority of my time on last-minute emergency projects that were all due either before I left work yesterday or before noon today.

Didn’t get an actual lunch (this is becoming a more common occurrence), opting instead for working through the break at my desk with coffee on an IV drip & a microwave Bucket O'Ramen from the emergency stash in my supplies cupboard. The latter was supposed to taste like beef & tomato. It did not. I ate it anyway.

5p rolled around *far* before I was expecting it and with it came the desire for real food, so spoke to Nicholas & IM'd/texted the usual crew. Found out everyone was either tired, working late, had other plans or just wasn't feelin' wings. By 5:30p I realized Nicholas & I were the only ones left even thinking about it, and with the amount of work sitting in front of me I decided to just stay put, figure out what to do about food later & keep working 'til my current project was either done or I was too tired to stay anymore.

Was saved from consuming all Doritos snack packs in the office by a co-worker who offered to get me Popeye's while out for herself. After several more hours, I finally completed designing, building & formatting the incredibly complicated, multi-tabbed, backup cost breakout spreadsheet I'd been asked to pull out of thin air earlier in the day. At 10p, completely drained, I finally got up out of my chair for the last time that evening, stretched, packed my stuff & said, "The Hell with this place, I am *out*."

By the time I got home, goofin’ off on my laptop with a beer, from my bed-cocoon, after finally shedding boots & work clothes was my idea of Heaven. While talking to Cynthia last night, she told me she’d accidentally consumed moldy bread recently. She’s fine, it apparently just tasted like college-girl wine apparently and F’d up her hummus, HOWEVER it spawned a discussion.

I started calling the mold Harold (it’s fuzzy, it’s growing, it should have a name) and it was decided he should run for mayor. While she worked on a limerick about him (which turned into haikus, which evolved into a mass haiku effort having nothing to *do* with Harold involving Nicholas, Cynthia *and* me), I started using my grade-school-ghettotastic incredibly impressive MSPaint skillz to draw him. Promised Cynthia I’d post him up today to brighten her day, so here we go.

After briefly searching for a proper picture of Aflatoxin, I finally found this one, thanks to Wikipedia:


...and within about an hour had decided Mr. Harold Aflatoxin should probably look something like this:


He comes complete with promotional pin, power tie, detached eyebrows & sinister, twizzly mustache (that’s how you can be certain he is EVIL). Babies and bread products not included.

Now I get back to work. More later.

~E.

\'füd\...

Afternoon, everyone. Today's been pretty slammed thus far, but the über-boss is only in for a couple hours today, so every so often I've a few minutes to type something up in Notepad then copy & post it later. Today's topic (unsurprisingly, really) is food. (Yes, damn it, I failed the breakfast challenge AGAIN this morning, walking out the door with neither the Cheerios I just bought nor the quart of milk sitting in my fridge.)

1. Debbar sent me a recipe this morning, which made me curious, so I attempted to look up possible variations of this idea (pretty much resulting solely in drinks & WoW "recipes"), which *eventually* led me to THIS recipe and now the whole idea of making gigantimammoth stews makes me want to cook & eat a small chunk of Africa. It's a big place, there are lots of animals, I'm pretty sure they won't miss it.
   
   
2. This recipe and a couple others I came across obviously got me thinking about what rhino, elephant, warthog & guinea fowl might taste like. However as those aren’t exactly close to home, I wonder what the difference in taste, texture, and preparation might be for rabbit as opposed to hare. Can anyone answer this? There a lot of running culinary jokes on teh intarwebz about “not wanting hare in your food”, but I was curious whether or not there was a real reason such as its taste behind it or if it was just the obvious play on words.
   
   
3. I keep getting ghost wafts of IPA around here, which is distracting even for someone that's not really into IPAs. No clue what that's about, but it's making me thirsty.
   
   
4. A friend of mine posted something in her journal about this, so I’m cross-posting because it amuses me. Burger King has instituted an application that's used on Facebook that encourages one to ditch ten friends at a time on the site by offering to reward them with a Whopper. Each time a Facebook friend is dumped, the application sends a message to the rejected individual that declares food is stronger than friendship. As if that's amusing enough, BK's "Sacrifice" site is keeping a running tally of the number of sacrifices that have been made. Links with more info.about this are here & here.
   
   
5. Speaking of BK, did you know they've come out with something called the "Angry Whopper"? I *thought* I saw an ad for that on a BK the other day but thought I misread it while driving past.

Now I go back to work where apparently *everyone* today thinks that whatever they want me to do is a big, honking emergency that needs to be done RIGHTNOWOMG (like printing a label for a CD...no, seriously ::wry chuckle::). So glad people are heading to Iguana tonight. :)

More later.

~E.