of the week

joke of the week is selected by randomly choosing a page in "the 901 best jokes there ever was" book so yeah it's not my fault if they suck and go get mad somewhere else.

song of the week: posters- jacky j

food of the week: licorice jelly bean

drink of the week: hot chocolate chai

song veggie's learning on guitar of the week: lancelot- dave carter

joke of the week: wait...the first one i saw was dirty...let me look again...these do not make any sense..."i can pick a face out of a crowd just like that!" "so why did you pick that one?"

rude offensive and witless. score three.

poem of the week: 'sneaky sue' by jack perlutsky

book of the week: 'why friends are friends' by jack willcuts. SCREAM!

i'm done. bovver.

junor high jamboree

hoh geez i wish i was still at junior high jam. i miss the grumpy cafeteria lady who yelled at me for getting hot cocoa after breakfast. and i miss the stinky girl's bathroom and room 201. that wasn't the room we were in i just miss it. and plus i miss room 202 with the rotting chocolate cake on the windowsill. and i miss our feeble attempts to air out that place. and i miss british bulldog and almost getting my pants pulled down cause i didn't have a belt on. only not that much. plus also i miss setting up for lunch and putting two mayonaises on the same table.


sigh.

movie reviews: elizabeth town

a fantastic film concerning the meaning of 'making do with what you have' and different family beliefs clashing together unexpectedly making for a rioutous result. kirsten dunst plays a spunky, quick-witted character, who is secretly in love with orlando, a boxer-clad tortured artist with a distinctice jaw line going for him. the basic outline is that orlando wants to go to greece to take art lessons and kirsten thinks it's a complete waste of money. growing up, kirsten's family had always been penny-pinchers, wheras orlando grew up in ritzy LA, where risking outragous sums in casinos and bars was a daily activity. the only stink was when kirsten...

ok nevermind i have to eat supper. i haven't seen the film yet, btw.

experiments

superbowl sunday. a perfect day to avoid the tv and bake up a storm while keeping an ear perked for the score. which is what chat and i did. while other less advanced lifeforms flopped themselves in front of the 45 inch plasma, chat and i experimented. MEANING WE MADE UP OUR VERY OWN COOKIE RECIPE.


we weren't even sorta going off a recipe, sorta not. we weren't even looking. betty crocker missed chat and i that day, as we rifled through her cupoard and pulled out APROXIMATELY the following:

a stick of butter
some white sugar
some brown sugar
some vanilla
some salt
some flour
some oats
some chocolate chips
some melted truffles
some dark chocolate cocoa powder
some baking soda
some baking powder


and some other stuff, and mixed it all up. then we cooked it in the oven on 350 for 8 minutes and 30 seconds, except for that one time where we forgot they were in there and so while they wore out there welcomes in that sizzling furnace we ate sunchips and watched arrested development.

good luck making those cookies, all! they're called stealers, btw, in support of the winning team.