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kjpepperThis is going to be short, as due to some goofing over the course of several comments to one of my earlier posts, I no longer trust my ability to type.
My evening has been good and cheerfully devoid of celebrating pseudo-Irish. Not that I have anything against St. Patrick's day, but the most I was going to do toward's acknowledging it was wearing green pants today. (my one green shirt was in the wash. oh well.) No big deal. People both for and against this silly over appropriated holiday really need to lighten up about it. As far as I'm concerned, it's the Green Holiday. You know, the one between the Pink/Red holiday and the Pastel holiday according to department and craft store decor.
Whoops, I said this was going to be short.
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anzovin and sundart and we three went to Osaka for hibachi. It was almost as fun to watch Raf experience it for the first time as it was watching the chef make an angrily smoking and hissing volcano out of a carefully cut onion, especially the look of sort-of horror when the chef was tossing vegetables in the general directions of people's mouths at the table (only one caught one and it definitely wasn't me, though a bit of zucchini did catch me in the face a couple of times) and he realized he was expected to try to catch one as well. but other than that he had fun and holy crap I got to have some pretty orgasmic steak in the process. Mmm. Cow.
After hibachi I sent C off to Raf's to go look at the package he'd been so actively... expecting. (yes, I'm making the package cracks on purpose) and went up to see the kids upstairs just in time for wrestling. Ah the world of homosocial posturing in tight, loudly patterned tights. So good for the soul. I'm actually kinda excited about watching Saturday Night Main Event tomorrow and seriously toying with the idea of assembling a few people to collectively fork up for Wrestlemania in a couple of weeks. I'm thinking we'll need six total to make it cost effective, but more makes it cheaper. Takers?
and now, g'night.
My evening has been good and cheerfully devoid of celebrating pseudo-Irish. Not that I have anything against St. Patrick's day, but the most I was going to do toward's acknowledging it was wearing green pants today. (my one green shirt was in the wash. oh well.) No big deal. People both for and against this silly over appropriated holiday really need to lighten up about it. As far as I'm concerned, it's the Green Holiday. You know, the one between the Pink/Red holiday and the Pastel holiday according to department and craft store decor.
Whoops, I said this was going to be short.
After work I was collected by
anzovin and sundart and we three went to Osaka for hibachi. It was almost as fun to watch Raf experience it for the first time as it was watching the chef make an angrily smoking and hissing volcano out of a carefully cut onion, especially the look of sort-of horror when the chef was tossing vegetables in the general directions of people's mouths at the table (only one caught one and it definitely wasn't me, though a bit of zucchini did catch me in the face a couple of times) and he realized he was expected to try to catch one as well. but other than that he had fun and holy crap I got to have some pretty orgasmic steak in the process. Mmm. Cow.After hibachi I sent C off to Raf's to go look at the package he'd been so actively... expecting. (yes, I'm making the package cracks on purpose) and went up to see the kids upstairs just in time for wrestling. Ah the world of homosocial posturing in tight, loudly patterned tights. So good for the soul. I'm actually kinda excited about watching Saturday Night Main Event tomorrow and seriously toying with the idea of assembling a few people to collectively fork up for Wrestlemania in a couple of weeks. I'm thinking we'll need six total to make it cost effective, but more makes it cheaper. Takers?
and now, g'night.
