I now have 50 gmail invitations available. If anyone wants one (or two or twenty or fifty), let me know. I guess these aren’t as hard to come by as they once were.
australian mataro-shiraz
The short guy and I just mixed up a batch of vino (he likes to stir). The wine kit maker seems to have changed their directions from years past (either that, or I haven’t been paying enough attention), so I’m going to change some of my methods as well. This will allow us to rack the wine less (the worst part of wine-making is racking the wine) and we’ll also skip the carboy-aging and just age it in the bottle longer. We’ll see how that turns out–in about a year. I’ll let you know. Hell, I might even give you a bottle.
Jake might only be one quarter Italian, but he’s obviously going down the right track–he’s out in the kitchen making pasta while I’m blogging. Time for supper!
tattooed freak
Here’s a conversation Brian had with someone recently:
someone: “I hear you’re getting a new tattoo. What are you getting?”
Brian: “Flowers.”
That certainly doesn’t sound like an answer coming from a soon-to-be biker.
Yesterday, Brian got some purty flower tattoos added around his King Jacob tattoo. In his defense, these flowers are in the Japanese traditional style that his tattoo artist, John Joyes, specializes in. Brian had to drive all the way to Winchester, VA, because John is the only one who is allowed to touch a tattoo needle to his skin. This is the place he went to. Cool website, eh? 🙂
Now the cycle is complete–Brian’s first tattoo was a flower (rose) and this tattoo is a bunch of flowers, so I guess he can stop getting tattooed now. Right.
Here‘s a pic of the new tattoo. And, a perspective shot as well.
intolerable cruelty
We sort of caught this movie last night. I had one eye on it and one eye on blogger for the first half, so I’m probably not qualified to comment on it much. I did manage to catch a few funny scenes. I especially liked the ones featuring two Rottweilers (go figure). They would’ve been better had they featured Dobermans, but hey, you can’t have everything.
As for the actors, George Clooney is ok. I don’t understand why everyone goes ga-ga over him. I can’t do that because I can’t get past him being a character on Roseanne (a show I loved, by the way). That’s always what I think of when I see him–some dorky twentysomething.
All of Billy Bob Thornton’s scenes were good. I didn’t even know he was in the movie. Against my better judgement, he’s becoming one of my favorite actors.
Now I’ve always found Catherine Zeta-Jones attractive but she has since lost the throne to Cristina Scabbia from the band Lacuna Coil on my “I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers” list. Just kidding. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Uh, back to the point…she’s a decent actress and played her part well. I liked her best in Traffic, though. Now, that was a cool flick.
The FlickFilosopher rather liked the movie.
revocation of cooking privileges
Jacob has karate Thursday nights at 6pm. 6pm also happens to be our usual suppertime. So, Brian has been cooking supper when he gets home from work on Thursdays. The past two weeks, however, the proverbial dinner hasn’t been on the table when Jacob and I arrived home from karate.
Last week, we discovered that Brian doesn’t know how to use the broiler. Who would have thought? Tonight, the excuse was that he “got out of work late” and “the roads were bad”. Likely excuses for someone who works in Bellwood and lives in Johnstown.
I don’t like to complain. Well, actually I do like to complain, but I try to keep it to a minimum when it comes to Brian. But my suppertime isn’t something you want to mess with. I lead a very structured life. Very. And, I have the lists to prove it. So, I guess Jacob and I will either be eating supper at 5pm or I will put something in the oven that will be ready at 7pm because eating supper at 7:15 or later puts a kink in my rigid schedule.