Sunday night’s the longest

Dear the Internet: I’m not very interested in end-times spam. I’m even less interested in end-times spam that references the “Left Behind” series of fundamentalist potboilers. And when it comes from “” you’re really trying my patience.

The death of Yasser Arafat has important bearing on the peace process in the Middle East and the restoration of Israel. Some believe that his removal from the process will make peace more achievable and potentially allow the prophecy of Israel to be fulfilled. Others fear that his demise will throw the region into chaos if… Read all 5 Signs now – just enter your email address.

If it’s a prophecy and has to come true, how could it not? Why would something make it.. oh never mind. Morons are so cool.

In other news, my language parser is about 75% broken. At the hardware store checkout counter today there was a display inviting me to purchase Blistex. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and it appeared to say FIND OUT THAT YOUR LIPS HAVE BEEN MISSING! which sounded very Hellraiser, but it was a WHAT and not a THAT. So, everyone, your lips have not been missing.

Being obsessive about something is unfortunately not the same as being consistently good at it. I was reminded of this today when I found myself rehearsing failed cooking experiments of the past few years in the same way one does failed luv relationships or jobs or schools. The flavorless pasta dish I made for bikupan stands out, as does a really nasty attempt at pizza dough about six months ago. Tonight was good though. Pappardelle with spicy tomato sauce and chicken sausage, and sweet pepper salad.

Just now, watching my mother carefully re-do all of the cleaning I had done earlier in the kitchen, I get a hint of why I always feel that I’m never enough for anyone.

Well, that and 25 years of being a complete failure with women.

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