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i tried the dream interpreter. it could find some really common stuff, but when i used words like numbers, fractions, equations, etc. it balked like someone trying to get cheap food at the local BK..
posted by Non at 4/20/2002 01:02:00 PM

 
in the distance i could hear the highway breathing, labored, almost choking. the rain started, a mist, a perspiration of the night. shadows moved slow and greasy. this was the armpit of the city. i struck a match on the face of a nearby junkie to light a cigarette i didn't want. the freak liked it and begged me to do it again.
posted by Non at 4/20/2002 12:57:00 PM

 
our trainer today is like an aged and manic vickie lawrence. i'm going to eat her liver. no ciante, no fava beans. maybe some ketchup....
posted by Non at 4/18/2002 10:41:00 AM

 
he alcanzado la espinaca epiphany. que el compañero pobre del sitio nunca conseguirá sus ojos se retira de sus porciones principales de ajo, la espinaca, el parmesano fresco, más ajo, mitad y el queso poner crema medio, bajo gordo. dios ay, bueno del es! you have to ask if they're spiking the food? read my last coupla posts. oh wait, i bring my lunch everyday. something in the coffee or the water coolers then? i could send a sample out for analysis over the weekend.
posted by Non at 4/17/2002 09:29:00 PM

 
this morning as i was tying off, i overheard this really weird conversation between the rubber tube and the cellophane on my cigarettes. they were talking about how sexy mrs. butterworth would be if she let down her hair and had a riding crop. then they starting giggling about sticky flaming dung and i had to leave...
posted by Non at 4/17/2002 08:57:00 AM

 
today i quit my job. course i haven't told them yet. they wouldn't understand. you see, i really need to spend more time taking mr. oatmeal and mr. jellybean to the park. mr. oatmeal really likes the merry-go-round. sometimes he gets sick though. it's hard to tell when that happens. mr. jellybean likes the monkey bars, tho he thinks the name is not politically correct. he's weird that way. the alarm on my computer is going off. that means that the processor is overheating and that the cookies are done.
posted by Non at 4/16/2002 07:35:00 PM

 
STUCKEY'S PECAN LOG ROLLS 1/4 C. corn syrup 1/4 C. water 1 1/4 C. sugar 1 egg white 1/8 tsp. cream of tartar 1 tsp. vanilla 1 (14 oz.) pkg. caramels 3 T. water 2 C. coarsely chopped pecans Line a 9 x 5-inch loaf pan with buttered wax paper; set aside. Combine corn syrup, water and sugar in small heavy saucepan. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, until sugar dissolves and mixture comes to a boil. Wash down side of pan with pastry brush dipped in hot water frequently, to remove sugar crystals. Add candy thermometer. Continue to cook until mixture reaches the hard-ball stage (255ºF). Meanwhile, beat egg white and cream of tartar with heavy duty electric mixer, until stiff but not dry. Slowly pour hot syrup into egg white, beating constantly. Add vanilla extract. Beat until candy forms soft peaks and starts to lose its gloss. Spoon fondant into prepared pan. Cut into three strips lengthwise, then crosswise in center. Freeze until firm. Line a baking sheet with wax paper, set aside. Melt caramels with water in small heavy saucepan, over low heat, stirring occasionally. Arrange pecans on wax paper. Working quickly, drop 1 piece of the frozen fondant into melted caramels to coat. Roll in pecans to completely coat. Place on prepared baking sheet to set. Repeat with remaining fondant pieces, reheating caramel mixture if it becomes too thick. Cut logs into 1/2-inch slices. Store in the refrigerator in an airtight container between layers of wax paper or freeze up to 3 months. Makes six 5-inch rolls.
posted by Non at 4/16/2002 02:51:00 PM

 
hopefully that didn't happen before lunch. enough to make you chuck! doing catalog corrections is fun. la la la. fun fun fun. smarmelade and metal shavings. crunchy toast. had a dream this morning about being in a large house. large enough to have an elevator. the walls of the elevator fell away and the people in it with me all went to seperate planes/realities. some merged with old photographs on the wall, while others were transported through windows. i ended up in some weird sci-fi primative. there was laser fire and disruptions in an "airport." i was scrambling to put together a ship, though i could fly in the dream with the aid of a jetpack belt. there was a fear of being caught for doing something. i remember realizing that we all had to get back to the elevator in order to find our home again. i was trying desperately to find a bathroom at some point. there were other parts, mostly being chased. all hazy now.
posted by Non at 4/16/2002 01:41:00 PM

 
noooo mooooorree training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! tis like body surfing on the broken glass ocean... today's featured flavor is gun metal. AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training! no more training!
posted by Non at 4/16/2002 08:55:00 AM

 
would you like a gummy bear? they've been in my pocket so they're warm and soft. poor mr. rooney. sales are slow this week. so much for mom's operation. tried to list books on amazon and they're doing maintenance. sorry kids, wally world is closed for 2 weeks of cleaning and repairs. scared and/or scarred the trainer yesterday. hey, it was late in the day, she gave us animal erasers to play with. i had a piggy and ducky. tried to see if ducky would give piggy kisses. then pretended that the ducky was lost in the parking lot of the kroger on keystone. so i saw ducks there sunday night when i went shopping. tried to explain.. too late. her eyes were already saucers and she had dubbed me king koo-koo. oh well, not the first time. must fetch clothes from the cooker and be bombarded by water units.
posted by Non at 4/16/2002 07:04:00 AM

 
ah, another monday mourn. YAWN. good weekend. saturday was the busiest. made it to the book sale and hauled out a bunch. then off to a bean burger at chili's. almost t-boned by some hick delivering pizzas and running red lights. chased him through a neighborhood and around the block a few times. asshole. then the sacred journey to the stuckey's off exit 145. took pictures and gathered treats plastered with the store logo. they didn't have too much in the way of souvenirs. they're all franchised, so i may have to try another for the really goofy stuff. we also went to the warm glow candle outlet. smelly place in a good way. then back into the city for spaghetti factory. mizithra! went to the mall whilst waiting on a table. sam goody and a fist full-o-fulci. found 7 doors of death, house by the cemetery and a vincent price double feature. all for about $20. MMMMM. i pooped out about 10. yesterday was spent with laundry and groceries. then rounded out with a chinese buffet run. hot mustard and kim chee. i have been cleansed.
posted by Non at 4/15/2002 07:18:00 AM