I really want a good meatball sandwich. I probably won't get one until the weekend, though. I didn't freeze any of the meatballs I made last month (choosing instead to eat them all) and won't have time to make them again anytime soon, so I'll probably end up ordering from a pizza place.

I made some tangerine chicken, which I'm eating right now. It is so ma la from all the Szechuan peppercorn that I wonder if I'll ever feel my tongue again.

My sympathies for your loss, even if it was expected. It still sucks.

I got a 97 on my Myology final, and it's technique all the way from here in massage school!
ETA: And I met Sarah Michelle Gellar last night, who was very lovely but whose bodyguard didn't want her posing for pictures, so I only have a picture from the line.

Sadly, no; I'm not allowed to go under the needle until massage school is over in November. I was there to sit with a friend.

I just finished Rinker Buck's The Oregon Trail, a really good story about how he and his brother drove three mules and a covered wagon from Missouri to Oregon, following what they could of the titular trail, in the 21st century. It was hard to put down, and Buck tells an interesting tale about not just the trail and…

DON"T DO IT IT"S A TRAP

Most of us are thinking it, but I'll go ahead and say it: we're really proud of you. Also, you're closing in on both 600 and 666 days!

If it helps to air your feelings, I say do it. Most of us here aren't trained therapists, but we are fellow sentient beings and we care.

"Now… begin your ruing! I'll just sit here and watch."

I was at a tattoo shop the other day and there was a little Pikachu statue there, upon whose crotch someone had taped a poorly drawn cock 'n' balls. My first thought was "why aren't they on its face?" I think I've been at The A.V. Club too long…

Shonen Knife — Na Na Na
R.E.M. — What's The Frequency, Kenneth?
Adrian Legg — Norah Handley's Waltz
Smashing Pumpkins — Drown
Rush — Red Barchetta
Iggy Pop — I Need Somebody
Fleetwood Mac — Rhiannon
Kraftwerk — Dentaku
Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers — Runaway Trains
David Bowie — Ziggy Stardust

Maple it'll be good?

"This self-punishment thing? It's too deep for you! See? I'm deep now!"

N a na  nan a     na   na na..   .

Thankless Job, Internet!

Every time I hear Sam Worthington I think of Sam Waterston and am much happier as a result.

Lifehacker had an article the other day about how to prep for the worst without being seen as one of "those types", so I don't think it's just Fox News viewers anymore. Plus there's the somewhat rational view that we actually have something to worry about now with the lunatic in the White House.
Me, I just hope to die…

I'm strictly plug and play, I ain't afraid of Y2K.

It's more of a shrub maze. A hedge maze in training, perhaps.