Update

Hello All,

Its been a bit since my last post. I've been busy with a combination of different things in my life. Jason Duplissis, My old high school friend, and former roommate from my Woburn days came up this weekend. It was a good weekend overall. The anchor event of the weekend was a Lobster/Steamer feast I had on Saturday. Really the entire weekend was all about eating. Chinese food on Friday, seafood Saturday, and a homemade "moose-meat" chili on Sunday as a prelude to the Patriot's game. Not to mention Friday, my group at Millennium went to "Top of the Hub" for lunch on the company. For those unfamiliar, it is a swanky high end restaurant at the top of the prudential building, which is an approximately 50 story highrise (I forget the correct #, I think its something weird like 51 or 52). The view was the best part, as I had not been to the Prudential observatory since I was a kid. The food was good, but the portions were small and more about their appearance than every thing else.

So my first attempt to introduce seafood... specifically lobster, to Kate was unsuccessful. She tried a little morsel, but wasn't very enthused. Ahh, she doesn't know what she's missing. Lobster is, in my opinion perhaps one of Mother Nature's finest creations. Its taste is unmatched. I was mentioning to Jason that I heard of a psychology study that people like seafood so much because it reminds them of placental fluids, or the biological source from whence life claims, which is an interesting theory. I find that most people who don't like seafood tend to be those who just never ate any of it in their formative years. It just seems like it should be such an all encompassing "taste" excluding people who are allergic of course.

Knowing that seafood might not have been a big selling point I cooked up some steak tips a-la John Madden style. John, Thanks for that addition to my cooking knowledge.

Jason didn't eat a certain strip of meat from the tail, which he supposedly heard from a culinary show that he wasn't supposed to. I always remove the "lobster colon" for lack of a better term... but if the meat tastes good and isn't mushy green stuff... as a rule it gets consumed. I think that "culinary tip" was more directed towards presentation and preparation. Not to mention it aids in getting to the colon. If you were going to serve lobster tails, that would be the only way to access it without ultimately splitting the tail, and then it wouldn't be as pretty when you put it on a plate with cilantro or whatever. Any how I only raised my eyebrows slightly and ended up scoring those leftover pieces of meat, because I have no shame.

Well looks like "Scooter" Libby took a hit. I'm thinking that if I was a friend of Bush's, and he gave me a nick name that caught on, I might me worried that I was jinxed. We had "Kenny Boy" of Enron, then "Browny" of Fema "I B.S.-ed my resume fame", and now Scooter. Of course I don't really think W cares about the "Plame Affair" quite as the media would like you to think, because at the very worst it will probably mean a couple new appointments in the administration. If anything perhaps he's even a bit pissed at Rove and Cheney.

The whole world is such a mess right now. There is so much I could come on here and rant and rave about. I'm sure you can look forward to some more of that this week however to bring close out this weekend, I'm afraid I'm not going to be that inventive.

On an up note, the Patriots won!

Here's an amusing link to an article about a really fabulous ford escort.
Expensive Escort

Boycott Walmart

Ok folks, I admit it, this latest press release finally put me on the anti-Walmart bandwagon. I suppose I was sort of already there, as I avoid Walmart whenever possible. This however, this takes the cake.

The following article is based on a leak from an official Walmart corporate meeting.

Wal-Mart memo: Unhealthy need not apply

The title really says it all. However it details how they want to encourage part time employees over permanent employees. It talks of increasing health insurance burdens on employees. It speaks of a new strategy of multi-tasking that forces all employees to do their share of physical labor. The logic being that the elderly will no longer want to work at Walmart.

Sam Walton must be rolling in his grave. This company was founded upon community and treating employees with respect, now all that matters is profit margins. Even with year after year of increased profits.

A hard rain and my new cushion

Thought I'd start by posting a couple of the more interesting headlines of the past couple days. They are nice and light and fluffy, because the brain capacity really just isn't there for anything weighty tonight.

Here's Homeland Security hard at work:
Toy, Cookie Mistaken for Bomb Components

When puppets go bad:
'Elmo' not tickled by begging arrest

Of course this could just be another of the Man's many attempts to step on Steve Jobs. Then again, it is yet another reason to be proud that I chose not to go the "Apple" route when purchasing my MP3 player.
Apple faces suit over Nano Screens

I bought a new futon mattress today. I know, interesting stuff right?! Well... you see, it was pouring down cats and dogs, an ole' fashioned Noreaster. The wind was a howlin, the leaves a-shakin, and the branches a-quakin. So picture me, waddling about, staggering a this way, and a that. My sense of direction muffled by the awkward-shaped cushion clasped between my over strained arms. The wind is blowing, and the parking lot is riddled with mud and water with shimmering slicks of oil from someone's leaking relic.

I have 30 yards or so to get into the building. I can't stop or I risk ruining my high quality piece of furniture. If I take too long my car alarm is likely to sound since I left the lift gate open.

My heart rate quickens and a cold sweat forms upon my brow. An urge to stop and wipe my face, catch my breath is so overwhelming. My conscience is fighting a tormented battle. One side says "Don't give up George, you can do it... You can do anything! You must and will succeed! It is imperative!" The other side says "You pathetic piece of crap, you can't do anything right. 10 to 1 you slip, fall face down, the futon will land on top of you immediately saturating with filthy water. You'll die a cold miserable death steps from the comfort of your own, smothered by the very material comforts you seek solace in. It will be a fitting end to your trite and meaningless life."

Suddenly I've become aware that I have succeeded and that my fears and apocalyptic fantasies were nothing more than my overactive imagination seeking to bring amusement into an otherwise mundane task.

So, tonight, I no longer feel the wooden slats through my futon, and I'm a happy camper. A new cover will arrive in two weeks along with new pillows escorting in a new era in the creature comforts in "George's World". Exciting! :D

Goodness Gracious! Bed time!

Now it's time to say goodnight.... Goodnight, sleep tight.... dream sweet dreams for me.... dream sweet dreams for me......

(Noteworthy: Under circumstances of sleep deprivation, individuals of the homo sapiens species often succumb to delusions and erratic thought process)