December 7th, 2007

Morning cuppa

Plans for tonight; breakfast

I won't be going Ceili dancing tonight due to total lack of uptake from the Flist. Instead, I think wechsler and I are going to see Beowulf in 3D at the Imax. Because, you know, whatever. (Evil rules? Is that the tag line?)

I tried this morning to make Western Style Hashbrowns again. This delicacy, consisting of fried, grated potatoes covered with a layer of hot green chiles and then cheese - which has just been broiled, was (and is) served in Albuqueque's Frontier restaurant. I've been trying to make it for years but have failed miserably, due in part to a lack of good green chiles, but then because I lack the ability to make hash browns. I'm not sure how successful today's were, in the big picture, but the potatoes are cooked all of the way through and are crispy on top, so it's at least edible. It's also spicy as hell and making my nose run.

It was hard getting motivated to get out of bed this morning. I woke up at 7 AM and could hear the wind whistling outside my building. Mmm, there's some nice weather for you! So much nicer to stay in bed. But, as I've often said, waking up always feels like being sick to me. The other thing is that I don't really have anything to do at work today, other than go to Snazz Szechuan for lunch with my boss's boss, and since my boss is gone, who would really notice or care that I wasn't there? But still, off I go, because I'm "responsible" and I'm clearly not sick, even though I need a kleenex right now. And due to cooking a fancy breakfast I'm now running quite a bit later than I should be. Oh, well, off I go ...

My lunch date cancelled

I've clearly lost my mind, as I'm amusing myself by entering test data as follows, just to entertain myself.

Pooper scooper power seller
Job Description: Move that poop, move that scoop! We're convinced this is the hottest item of the holiday season. It'll be more than coal shovelled in your stocking this year!

Location: Bath, Avon
Job Type: Seasonal
Position: IT
Sector: Home/DIY
Posted: 07/12/2007 11:14 Hr

Recruiter: Scoop It
Contact Name: P Scoopy

I'll be seeing this data for weeks and it will make me laugh every time.

I was only able to get motivated to get out of bed because I was looking forward to lunch at Snazz Szechuan today. I've been invited to a different lunch now, but really, I'd like to just skive off for the afternoon.

Various links and thoughts - HSMP, death of my old neighborhood

It looks like HSMP rules are changing, though I can't figure out from this article if I'd be under tier 1 or tier 2, or even if I'd still qualify once the rules change. The official governmental web site isn't helpful, either. All of this anti-immigration stuff you read in the papers? It's about me, folks. Frankly, I think a lot of it is directed at the eastern European people who have come here quite legally, but nothing that I read about keeping "unskilled migrant labor" out is going to shut THAT door. (Plus it appears that we're actually getting piles of skilled folks, many with college degrees. But no one wants to hear that.)

Since I hear news in the US in such a trickle, this article on the demise of my old stomping grounds in Seattle was rather sad. Some of the reminiscences are from the same time as when I arrived in Seattle, and I, too, fondly remember getting drunk at the Cha Cha one wild New Year's Eve and dancing in the bar to "Cherry Bomb." It seems like a long time ago.

And from the New York Times, a review of a new play, "August: Osage County," which seems to me like another good excuse to visit New York (and sounds a bit like a family reunion on my mom's side). Ah, if only the money and time were unlimited ...

Ooh, and look, the 39 Steps is coming to New York ... maybe I should finally watch the movie!

In which I go for an easy win - Dick Whittington's Cat at the Hackney Empire

Yes, folks, I decided to attack my sour mood today with a strong dose of Panto. So off to the Hackney Empire I went - rushing a bit, as start time was 7 (or not. But I did get there on time, even if they delayed the start until 7:15 or so).

The theater was sadly only half full (especially when you consider the rave writeup it got in the Metro this morning), and we were berated a bit for not cheering loudly enough ("You paid your money, you'll might as well try to enjoy yourself, it'll get you out of here sooner") and laughing at the appropriate moments (I'm sorry, a pun on "Black Pearl"/Blackpool Tower is a bit lost on me). But the singing was very much on key, if too much toward the moderne style that I dislike so much (I don't know, does it really keep the kiddies coming?), there was a fair bit of fun dancing (I have to say the extremely skinny four year old was cracking me up), as well as garish costumes, sexual innuendo, and actors cracking each other up.

There was an undersea dance number featuring a clownfish sculpture that was so heart felt I felt it should be called "Finding Emo."

Collapse ) It all basically made no sense at all (this cannot be considered a spoiler) and I had tears trickling out the corners of my eyes during the very first scene. wechlser and I had a great time and I consider the evening a grand success.

(Oh, and I should mention, both the Cat (fabulous dancing; spoke only in "meows") and King Rat (in leather trouser and knee-high boots) were VERY sexy - a sure treat for many of the ladies on my flist.)

I had good luck getting home - only an hour - and now I've had a pizza, I'm ready for a long due Winter Nap and Saturday lie-in.