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May. 29th, 2003 06:52 pmI left a pot of chili simmering on the stove the other night and forgot all about it until I smelled the terrible von of smoldering meat coming from the kitchen. Three or four days later the apartment still smells like holy ass.
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People should just get over cilantro. I think I'm the only person in the world who makes fresh salsa and DOESN'T kill it with cilantro anymore. I hate it. For a while, right after people started using it a lot a few years ago, I was undecided about it. I really didn't like it, but I wanted to like it because it was showing up all over the goddamn place. But now I've made up my mind: I can't stand cilantro. Stop the madness, people! Salsa is just fine with some kick-ass tomatoes, onions, lime juice, and jalapenos. Why fuck it up with a foul herb that overpowers everything? And we're past the flavor-of-the-month point. Taco freaking Bell has been using cilantro for years now; that alone should say something.
Of course I realize that this is a matter of taste. But I'm right about this, got it? Thank you.
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Crap, I still haven't done laundry. I think I'm down to my last pair of clean boxers, something has to be done tonight. I wonder if I could hire someone to do it. I hate doing laundry on a work night.
Vice City has got me in a thrash-metal mood lately. Today in the car I was listening to Among the Living and quite enjoying it. It reminded me of the days when the members of Dry Heave would pack Wes's station wagon full of our equipment and head out in the country to our drummer Tom's house for practice. The White Stallion would be totally overloaded with five guys, Wes's humongous bass rig, several guitars and other amps, and god knows what else. And we'd be singing along to "I Am the Law" and having a grand old time. Good times.
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One time I was in a quick stop in Yazoo City, MS, with Fool and Grimmett. I had bought one of those Dolly Madison fruit pies and was just starting to eat it when some kid, probably about 12, sauntered over to me and asked, "Hey man, what kinda pie that is?"
"It's a shit pie," I answered nonchalantly.
"GODDAMN, that motherfucker's CRAZY!" the kid yelled. "He say he eatin' SHIT!"
I can still hear that kid's voice as plain as day. He didn't even wait half a second after I said "shit pie" before he went into "GODDAMN!!!" It was automatic.
I had a similar experience with a kid who called my house early in the morning one time. I'm not too fond of being awakened by wrong numbers, so when the kid asked for Dewayne, I said, "I'll rip your heart out." He said, "Huh?" I repeated myself very slowly and distinctly. And right then I could hear the phone being dropped and the kid yelling out to no one in particular, "He say 'I'll rip your hearrrrt out . . .'" I just love that kind of heartfelt, natural expression of emotion and surprise. It's so genuine, you know?
Yes, I'm aware that I'm deranged.
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People should just get over cilantro. I think I'm the only person in the world who makes fresh salsa and DOESN'T kill it with cilantro anymore. I hate it. For a while, right after people started using it a lot a few years ago, I was undecided about it. I really didn't like it, but I wanted to like it because it was showing up all over the goddamn place. But now I've made up my mind: I can't stand cilantro. Stop the madness, people! Salsa is just fine with some kick-ass tomatoes, onions, lime juice, and jalapenos. Why fuck it up with a foul herb that overpowers everything? And we're past the flavor-of-the-month point. Taco freaking Bell has been using cilantro for years now; that alone should say something.
Of course I realize that this is a matter of taste. But I'm right about this, got it? Thank you.
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Crap, I still haven't done laundry. I think I'm down to my last pair of clean boxers, something has to be done tonight. I wonder if I could hire someone to do it. I hate doing laundry on a work night.
Vice City has got me in a thrash-metal mood lately. Today in the car I was listening to Among the Living and quite enjoying it. It reminded me of the days when the members of Dry Heave would pack Wes's station wagon full of our equipment and head out in the country to our drummer Tom's house for practice. The White Stallion would be totally overloaded with five guys, Wes's humongous bass rig, several guitars and other amps, and god knows what else. And we'd be singing along to "I Am the Law" and having a grand old time. Good times.
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One time I was in a quick stop in Yazoo City, MS, with Fool and Grimmett. I had bought one of those Dolly Madison fruit pies and was just starting to eat it when some kid, probably about 12, sauntered over to me and asked, "Hey man, what kinda pie that is?"
"It's a shit pie," I answered nonchalantly.
"GODDAMN, that motherfucker's CRAZY!" the kid yelled. "He say he eatin' SHIT!"
I can still hear that kid's voice as plain as day. He didn't even wait half a second after I said "shit pie" before he went into "GODDAMN!!!" It was automatic.
I had a similar experience with a kid who called my house early in the morning one time. I'm not too fond of being awakened by wrong numbers, so when the kid asked for Dewayne, I said, "I'll rip your heart out." He said, "Huh?" I repeated myself very slowly and distinctly. And right then I could hear the phone being dropped and the kid yelling out to no one in particular, "He say 'I'll rip your hearrrrt out . . .'" I just love that kind of heartfelt, natural expression of emotion and surprise. It's so genuine, you know?
Yes, I'm aware that I'm deranged.
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Date: 2003-05-29 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-29 04:34 pm (UTC)cilantro is god!
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Date: 2003-05-29 04:51 pm (UTC)Unfortunately when America gets their little mitts on something, they have a tendency to stone it to death or overuse it. I still love it, but Mamason better be the one using it.
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Date: 2003-05-29 06:31 pm (UTC)I put it on my ham sandwiches.
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Date: 2003-05-29 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-29 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-29 04:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-30 05:28 am (UTC)I agree.
that & picked ginger- tastes like soap.