December 2004 Archives

Katy was up to her usual shenanigans the other day, making Christmas tree shaped pancakes for the kids. After scarfing down the first batch, Cameron made a request: Ornament-shaped pancakes. With hooks.

And so Katy delivered:

Flush with this success, she turned to me and asked "And what shape would you like your pancakes in? Perhaps a nativity scene?"

I threw down the gauntlet. "How about some Rockettes?"

Damn.

Ok, so one of them has a club foot, if you're in the mood to criticize - but when somebody makes you Rockette-shaped pancakes, I personally would encourage you to shut up and eat.

Last night we were getting our Christmas cards ready to mail. I was concurrently enjoying an adult beverage.

I don't think Scotch and Envelope is going to catch on. Unfortunately, the scotch did not elevate the envelope's flavor - instead, the scotch tried valiantly to stoop to the level of stationery supplies.

Luckily, the second glass - neat - cleansed my palate nicely.

(If you like scotch, you might give Trader Joe's Macallan 10 Year Old Single Malt a try. It's tasty - even if it doesn't mix well with paper.)

Things are a little crazy this time of year. Who has time to blog?

Here's a little link for you to check out though - the 2004 winners of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.

My favorites from this year are these little gems:

Stamp, stack, stamp, stack, stamp, stack, Rodney was going insane from the monotony of the job and the cruel irony of being guest of the New Hampshire penal system forced to read the words over and over: "Live Free or Die," "Live Free or Die," "Live Free or Die."

Maynard Fimble was told that "you can't compare apples and oranges," but, he thought, they are both eatable, grow on trees, are about the same size, are good for you, have a peel, come in many varieties, and are approximately round in shape, thus, to his horror and guilt, he realized that he was comparing them and wondered what punishment awaited him and on whose order.

Read. Enjoy. More later.