<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374</id><updated>2011-11-26T00:21:28.524-05:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='weather'/><category term='queer'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='beer'/><category term='TV'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Jewish life'/><category term='fig trees'/><category term='politics'/><category term='cheese'/><category term='basement woes'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='fight ALS'/><category term='garden'/><category term='car troubles'/><category term='stupid people'/><category term='D&apos;OH'/><category term='life'/><category term='CSA'/><category term='cold'/><category term='home brewing'/><category term='Clean Butt'/><category term='food'/><category term='house'/><category term='pets'/><category term='football'/><category term='W'/><category term='training'/><category term='walking log'/><category term='beef stew'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Dr Pooty Pootwell'/><category term='roses'/><title type='text'>Boogers From Space</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts on politics, current events, sports, gardening, cooking, brewing, and any other tidbits that come to mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-4272883492916181270</id><published>2008-11-22T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:45:32.670-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>My physical grace simply amazes me</title><content type='html'>Last weekend The Wife and I cleaned the hot tub which involves draining it, hosing it out, etc and then refilling it. Once it is being refilled we have to add various products because we have such hard water (helps to keep the minerals from depositing on the hot tub and in the pipes).  To facilitate this process we had removed the cover, folded it in half, and placed it on the lawn about a foot away from the concrete slab upon which the hot tub rests.  I was walking around the tub pouring in the first bottle when I suddenly found myself on my back staring up at the beautiful blue sky.  Apparently I caught the edge of the slab, slammed down on my right knee (giving myself road rash right through my pants without tearing my pants...), and then proceeded to roll across the cover.  Of course, no one was filming this because it was totally an America's Funniest Home Videos money shot.  I managed to not spill the bottle of hot tub additive and found it happily bobbing, open end up even, in the partially filled tub.  At the time,  I was focused mainly on my knee because that was what hurt but it was very apparent on Monday morning that I had pulled/strained muscles all along my right side.  My trainer was very understanding on Monday night (and quite concerned - asked if I had hit my head etc) and helped me stretch things out.  We even had to make adjustments for my shoulder on Thursday night.  For those of you who know me IRL, you know that I am prone to this sort of amazing display of physical grace.  This one was simply better than most of my displays...  I am such a tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-4272883492916181270?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/4272883492916181270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=4272883492916181270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/4272883492916181270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/4272883492916181270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-physical-grace-simply-amazes-me.html' title='My physical grace simply amazes me'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3510019807119289516</id><published>2008-11-09T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:06:39.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef stew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Beef Stew Recipe</title><content type='html'>We made this in the crockpot today and it is the first crockpot beef stew recipe that I've liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb stew beef, cubed&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1.5 T olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 carrots, cubed&lt;br /&gt;1 turnip, cubed (if you don't have or don't like turnips, use another potato)&lt;br /&gt;2 potatoes, cubed&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 t Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t ground black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t paprika&lt;br /&gt;2 c. lower salt beef broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dredge beef in flour and cook in hot oil until browned on all sides.  Put all ingredients in crock pot, cover with foil, then add lid and cook on high for approx. 4 hours.  Remove bay leaf before serving.  If the stew is not as thick as you like dissolve a tablespoon of cornstarch in a tablespoon of cold water and stir to dissolve. Add to stew and mix well.  Let stew cook for another few minutes to thicken. Taste for seasoning and adjust as necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3510019807119289516?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3510019807119289516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3510019807119289516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3510019807119289516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3510019807119289516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/11/beef-stew-recipe.html' title='Beef Stew Recipe'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6951325110564430979</id><published>2008-11-06T12:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:49:47.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight ALS'/><title type='text'>What Major League Baseball can do to fight ALS</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I read this &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/166832/page/1"&gt;"My Turn"&lt;/a&gt; in Newsweek and I thought "I like baseball, I love the Phillies, I should write to them and ask them to champion this."  Then I thought "Hey, why not ask friends who are fans of other teams to ask those teams to do it too?"  So, here we are.  Here is the idea (from Michael Goldsmith who has ALS and is an Orioles fan):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At some point, we talked about what &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/related.aspx?subject=Major+League+Baseball" class="related"&gt;Major League Baseball&lt;/a&gt; could do to fight ALS, and I realized that next July 4 will mark the 70th anniversary of &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/related.aspx?subject=Lou+Gehrig" class="related"&gt;Lou Gehrig&lt;/a&gt;'s famous farewell speech at Yankee Stadium. Since his retirement, more than 600,000 Americans have shared Gehrig's fate, as medical science has made virtually no progress toward finding a cure. Through the years some players and a few teams have occasionally helped raise funds, but Major League Baseball has never taken comprehensive action against ALS. Defeating ALS will require the same type of determination, dedication and drive that Gehrig and Cal Ripken demonstrated when they set superhuman records for consecutive games played. With this in mind, why not make July 4, 2009, ALS-Lou Gehrig Day? Dedicate this grim anniversary to funding research for a cure; every major- and minor-league stadium might project the video of Gehrig's farewell, and teams, players and fans could contribute to this cause. An event of this magnitude has the potential to raise millions, dwarfing the relatively scant sums that ALS walks, rides and similar small-scale efforts have produced.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Today, completely by accident, I found out that Curt Shilling has a blog (http://38pitches.com/) and has raised money for ALS (Total Raised for ALS $135,300 - I think this is the 2008 total) so I'm going to write to him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I am asking everyone to do:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Write a note to the team of your choice (major league, minor league, independent league, little league, I don't care as long as it is baseball) asking them to champion creation of "ALS-Lou Gehrig Day" on or around July 4, 2009 and every year thereafter in ballparks around the country.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Ask the team to commit to raising money for ALS on that day from players, coaches, and fans - recommend that they pass out self-sealing envelopes that fans can fill in with credit card info or include cash and drop in boxes around the stadium or take home and mail (teams are already doing this for things like All-Star voting).  They can address the mailers to &lt;a href="http://www.alsa.org/"&gt;The ALS Association&lt;/a&gt;  or baseball can set up their own foundation (but going with one already in place makes the most sense to me and donations are likely tax deductible.)&lt;br /&gt;3.) Ask your family, friends, and co-workers who are baseball fans to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Leave a comment indicating what team you wrote to and follow up with a comment if you get a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anyone personally who has ALS but it's a crappy disease (yes, I know, all diseases are crappy) that shortens lives.  I can't begin to explain how it affects the lives of those who have it but if you want to read about what it is like to have ALS you can click &lt;a href="http://www.alsa.org/media/aaa.cfm?id=1283"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Goldsmith - I wish you the best and I hope for a cure that comes in time to help you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6951325110564430979?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6951325110564430979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6951325110564430979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6951325110564430979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6951325110564430979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-major-league-baseball-can-do-to.html' title='What Major League Baseball can do to fight ALS'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7642942710588571408</id><published>2008-11-04T20:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:51:55.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>At 6 PM this evening nearly 80% of registered voters in my precinct had voted.  However, my gamble to wait until after work to vote paid off.  I walked in and only had to wait about 5 minutes.  The Wife and I continued our tradition of voting and then going to the local diner for dinner.  Now we are watching The Saturday Night Live Presidential Bash on the DVR and waiting for returns to come in.  I am intentionally avoiding the networks.  We are going to watch Indecision 2008 with Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert at 10 PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7642942710588571408?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7642942710588571408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7642942710588571408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7642942710588571408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7642942710588571408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-194760759840413641</id><published>2008-10-26T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T09:05:41.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook has sucked me in</title><content type='html'>I've discovered Facebook and it has sucked me in.  It has also sucked away the few minutes I have to blog and any and all creativity that I might use to blog.  The parents (and the sister) are here this weekend and we've had a nice time together.  The weather blew the plans for yesterday as we were going to go to a outdoor festival.  Dad was sick (bronchitis) when he arrived so it was probably better that we just stayed home and he was able to rest.  He announced this morning that he was "cured."  At the moment we are waiting for The Wife to get up so we can all go to breakfast.  I must have coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-194760759840413641?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/194760759840413641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=194760759840413641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/194760759840413641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/194760759840413641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/10/facebook-has-sucked-me-in.html' title='Facebook has sucked me in'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1983901224213861756</id><published>2008-10-10T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:11:39.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queer'/><title type='text'>Tonight Gay = Happy Again</title><content type='html'>At least in CT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the CT decision:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Interpreting our state constitutional provisions in accordance with firmly established equal protection principles leads inevitably to the conclusion that gay persons are entitled to marry the otherwise qualified same sex partner of their choice," the ruling said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; "To decide otherwise would require us to apply one set of constitutional principles to gay persons and another to all others. The guarantee of equal protection under the law, and our obligation to uphold that command, forbids us from doing so. In accordance with these state constitutional requirements, same sex couples cannot be denied the freedom to marry."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately The Wife and I don't live in a state that permits it but wow it makes me happy to read the CT decision.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1983901224213861756?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1983901224213861756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1983901224213861756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1983901224213861756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1983901224213861756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/10/tonight-gay-happy-again.html' title='Tonight Gay = Happy Again'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-280401817074605702</id><published>2008-10-02T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:57:11.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Trainer</title><content type='html'>I got yelled at by MTG today.  I was having a bad day at the gym and she said "You're not taking care of yourself, are you?"  She's right.  I'm not drinking enough water, I'm not getting enough sleep, I'm drinking too much caffeine, and my diet is boring and repetitive.  I was too sore to walk on Tuesday and last night just got away from me.  I'm having a major internal debate with myself this evening - watch rest of VP debate, then go in hot tub or just bail on debate and go in hot tub to get to bed by 10:30.  I'm finding Palin really condescending and shit, she cannot say nuclear.  She's another nukular pain in my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-280401817074605702?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/280401817074605702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=280401817074605702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/280401817074605702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/280401817074605702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/10/trainer.html' title='Trainer'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3823761644878261880</id><published>2008-10-02T17:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:41:52.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>The Omnivore's Hundred</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here’s what I want you to do:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.&lt;br /&gt;2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.&lt;br /&gt;3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.) Post a link in comments at &lt;a href="http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/"&gt;www.verygoodtaste.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink  {color:blue;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed  {color:purple;  text-decoration:underline;  text-underline:single;} p  {mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="ES"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Venison&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nettle tea&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huevos_rancheros"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" lang="ES"&gt;Huevos rancheros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"   lang="ES"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steak_tartare"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Steak tartare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Black pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cheese fondue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Carp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borscht"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Borscht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baba_ghanoush"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Baba ghanoush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calamari"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Calamari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pho"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peanut_butter_and_jelly_sandwich"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aloo_gobi"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aloo gobi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89poisses_de_Bourgogne_%28cheese%29"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Epoisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Black truffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Steamed pork buns&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pistachio ice cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heirloom_tomato"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(those of you who know me, know that I do not eat raw tomatoes in any form, yeech.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fresh wild berries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foie_gras"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Foie gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rice_and_beans"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rice and beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brawn/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Brawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,or head cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dulce_de_leche"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dulce de leche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oysters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baklava"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Baklava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bagna_cauda"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bagna cauda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wasabi peas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. Salted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lassi"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lassi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sauerkraut"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Root beer float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Cognac&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; with a fat cigar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;37. Clotted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cream_tea"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cream tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;38. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gumbo"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gumbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;40. Oxtail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;41. Curried goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;42. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whole insects&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;43. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phaal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Phaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;44. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Goat’s milk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;45. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fugu"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fugu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;47. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken_tikka_masala"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chicken tikka masala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;48. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;49. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sea urchin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;51. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prickly_pear"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prickly pear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;52. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Umeboshi"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Umeboshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;53. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abalone"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abalone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;54. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paneer"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;56. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaetzle"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Spaetzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;57. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dirty gin &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martini_%28cocktail%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;58. Beer above 8% ABV - BRING IT ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;59. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Poutine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carob"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Carob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chips&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;61. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%27mores"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;S’mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;62. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetbreads"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweetbreads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;63. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geophagy"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kaolin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;64. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Currywurst"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Currywurst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;65. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Durian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;66. Frogs’ legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;68. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haggis"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haggis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;69. Fried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plantain"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;plantain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;70. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chitterlings"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chitterlings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or andouillette&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;71. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gazpacho"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gazpacho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;72. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Caviar and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blinis"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;73. Louche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Absinthe"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;absinthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;74. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gjetost"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gjetost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or brunost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;75. Roadkill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;76. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baijiu"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Baijiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;77. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;78. Snail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;79. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lapsang_souchong"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lapsang souchong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;80. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bellini_%28cocktail%29"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bellini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;81. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_yum"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom yum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;82. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eggs_Benedict"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;83. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocky"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pocky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;84. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tasting menu at a three-&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michelin_Guide"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Michelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-star restaurant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;85. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kobe_beef"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kobe beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;86. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;87. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goulash"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Goulash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;88. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edible_flowers"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;89. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Horse&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;90. Criollo chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;91. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Spam&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;92. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soft_shell_crab"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soft shell crab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;93. Rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harissa"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;harissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;94. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Catfish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;95. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mole_%28sauce%29"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; poblano&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;96. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bagel and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lox"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;97. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lobster_Thermidor"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lobster Thermidor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;98. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polenta"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Polenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;99. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamaican_Blue_Mountain_Coffee"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;100. Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I've eaten 55 of these things and there are 7 that I would never willingly/knowingly eat.  To replace those I will add 7 less usual things that I have eaten: wild boar, dried salted fish ovaries from Sardinia, heart (BLECH), intestine (BLECH), tripe (also BLECH), a variety of sushi (both raw and rolls) and sashimi, and raw mussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3823761644878261880?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3823761644878261880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3823761644878261880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3823761644878261880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3823761644878261880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/10/omnivores-hundred.html' title='The Omnivore&apos;s Hundred'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5461799415146049779</id><published>2008-09-30T22:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:20:46.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Sore knees</title><content type='html'>I continue training towards my 5k goal but at the moment my knees are getting in my way.  Perhaps it is the change of season but wow, do my knees hurt.  It makes me grumpy.  Of course, when this happens there is a little voice in the back of my head that says "remember how bad it got a few years ago..." and that makes me get a little panicked.  It's quite stupid really but sometimes I find it hard to shut off.  I also wonder if my knees are telling me I'm not getting enough sleep?  Again, all in reference to a few years ago when not getting enough sleep set off a pattern that took months to fix.  All this talk of sleep reminds me, it's time for bed.  I stayed up WAY too late last night watching the Steelers eek out a win over Baltimore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5461799415146049779?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5461799415146049779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5461799415146049779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5461799415146049779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5461799415146049779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/09/sore-knees.html' title='Sore knees'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8527151667406139342</id><published>2008-09-16T12:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:15:33.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>How to get around the "Sarah Palin Phenomenon"</title><content type='html'>From Sean Quinn at &lt;a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/"&gt;"fivethirtyeight.com"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Sarah Palin is very likable. There’s nothing wrong with liking her. But this isn’t a zany sitcom where a friendly, plucky Everywoman with dangerous ignorance on foreign policy gets to be vice president. Americans don't deserve someone too scared to do a press conference. Fun for a TV show, but running the country doesn't permit second and third takes when you mess up the scene."&lt;/blockquote&gt;This is the most intelligent thing I've read about how to get to people who are reacting viscerally to Sarah Palin.  Go read the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8527151667406139342?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8527151667406139342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8527151667406139342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8527151667406139342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8527151667406139342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-get-around-sarah-palin.html' title='How to get around the &quot;Sarah Palin Phenomenon&quot;'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7673137236438603160</id><published>2008-09-16T11:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:51:30.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking log'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Post-trainer thoughts</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my trainer, Grace (MTG), asked me how I had been feeling after my workouts.  I said I had been a little sore the next day but nothing terrible.  Then she informed me that it is time to increase the amount of weight I'm lifting.  I'm a little nervous.  Right now by the time I finish, for example, doing the one-armed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pec&lt;/span&gt; fly I feel like my shoulder is about to break.  The concept of more weight is rather daunting.  But I have to say I trust MTG completely.  She certainly knows what she is doing and she knows exactly how far to push me.  Of course, after last night's workout and more crunches than I have ever done in my life, I'm sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to progress towards 5k - the plan for the next month is to workout on Mon/Thurs and walk at least 45 minutes W/Sat.  I plan to walk on the treadmill on Wednesdays because I am just not a morning person and by the time I get home and have dinner it is too dark :-( to walk outside now.  I can walk outside on weekends and the half-mile circuit at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt; is a good place to do it.  I saved enough Coke Points to get a $100 Nike.com gift card so I am designing a custom pair of shoes at NikeiD.com.  I have wide feet so I have a limited number of styles to choose from but I'm having fun.  I think I have to go try on a pair of the style I want to get before I actually buy them on the website.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7673137236438603160?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7673137236438603160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7673137236438603160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7673137236438603160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7673137236438603160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-trainer-thoughts.html' title='Post-trainer thoughts'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1776398083722344712</id><published>2008-09-14T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:56:22.436-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking log'/><title type='text'>A goal</title><content type='html'>I have a goal.  I would like to walk a 5k next Spring.  I've been working out with a trainer for 3 months now and I've started walking on my own.  Today I walked 1.5 miles (in 80+ degree weather and high humidity...I'm sort of an idiot that way.)  I have larger goals than the 5k but one step at a time.  I'm going to try to chronicle my walking here because I'll never write it down anywhere else.  Today was a pretty good walk - my left foot was sore and my upper back got sore towards the end (the Rack of Doom [TM Kate Harding] causes the problem when exercising - if anyone has any good sources for LARGE sports bras with good support please leave a note in comments.)  I think I need arch supports and that will probably help the sore foot.  I spent the afternoon making tomato sauce from 9 lbs of tomatoes (CSA) and I still feel ok.  My knees are a little sore but it isn't too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1776398083722344712?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1776398083722344712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1776398083722344712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1776398083722344712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1776398083722344712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/09/goal.html' title='A goal'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-9022773376229816329</id><published>2008-08-18T14:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:45:20.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basement woes'/><title type='text'>Creatures in the walls</title><content type='html'>The Wife and I had the following conversation via IM today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Everything ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: Oh - the squirrel is now in the corner with the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: I think the squirrel is building a home and an office.  or a home and a weekend home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: I think probably an office and media room.  If it has a bigger TV, I'll move in with him.  BRB&lt;br /&gt;The Wife: Big crash from basement - think squirrel is unhappy w/his accomodation.  Should I remove the cover to the window, or just wait for Erlich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Remove cover and cut plastic - maybe he'll leave on his own.&lt;br /&gt;Bean: Bill squirrel's agent for damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: no problem - but how will we know if he's left?  Then to pay for the trap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Make a small cut - if it gets larger we think he went out through window.  Then block off again.&lt;br /&gt;Bean: Squirrel is probably late for work.  Stayed in all weekend watching sports and eating cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: Where did he get the cheetos?  I want some!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: I presume he went shopping on his way home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: brb - off to remove window cover.&lt;br /&gt;The Wife: ok deed is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: What do you think keeps crashing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: now, he's napping.  The last time it was those wooden shelves, could be anything on the table.  Won't know till I'm down there, but don't really want to go down with a loose squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: Yes, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Well at least he comes out of the wall occasionally.  Even if we do have to trap him.  I was beginning to think he had no intention of ever coming out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: Ehrlich just came &amp;amp; set up the trap.  The squirrel apparently has been chewing on a wire (under the dining room) - once the squirrel is caught we will need to have the electrician in.  Seriously, I think we should consider buying one of those traps then we won't have to pay $200+ each year to catch something.  Maybe a Christmas present from your folks!  I blocked up the window again because I didn't want him calling his friends &amp;amp; family to join him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: JC on a raft.  I have to go to my meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Bean: I'm back.  Any more from our friend in the basement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: He's hanging around the fireplace (Emily is watching for it now).  Was the JC about what I said, or your meeting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: The JC was about the squirrel chewing on the wire.  He's hanging around the fireplace?  He's in the wall over there now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: yes. (presumably under the fireplace).&lt;br /&gt;The Wife: I don't know if the passive trap is going to work, but I don't have any better ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Is there food in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: I think the guy put some sort of squirrel enticement goo in it.  I haven't been down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: The squirrel has to be getting hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Bean: He hasn't been out in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: He told me where the trap is &amp;amp; that we would hear the squirrel when it was caught (they get very angry) &amp;amp; we should call them whenever it is caught.  Or the copper &amp;amp; insulation are filling junk food.&lt;br /&gt;The Wife: Although he has moved away from his "comfort zone."&lt;br /&gt;The Wife: He just jumped over by the kitchen - Emily's still watching the fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Emily is slow these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: It seems to be doing laps now.&lt;br /&gt;The Wife: If Emily showed any emotions, she'd be very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: maybe he'll get tired and fall down.  Clumsy squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: ...and stagger to the trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: Yes, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Wife: Can squirrels swim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bean: I suspect they can, at least for short distances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:  It was not a squirrel.  It was a GROUNDHOG.  Apparently they can climb.  Little bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-9022773376229816329?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/9022773376229816329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=9022773376229816329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9022773376229816329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9022773376229816329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/08/creatures-in-walls.html' title='Creatures in the walls'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-9103593136581538191</id><published>2008-08-10T17:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:19:52.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'>Chocolate Stout</title><content type='html'>At the request of the MIL who had one in Australia I have brewed a chocolate stout.  I did some research and came up with my own recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat's Polish Stout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 can Mr Beer St. Patrick's Irish Stout Beer Mix&lt;br /&gt;1 can Mr Beer Creamy Brown Extract&lt;br /&gt;1.5 oz unsweetened baker's chocolate&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. brown sugar (packed)&lt;br /&gt;Liquid Stout Yeast&lt;br /&gt;2 gallons spring water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brew according to the Mocha Cherry Stout recipe on Mr Beer.com (obviously minus the cherries).  I plan to let it ferment for 3 weeks then bottle.  I'll let it bottle condition for 8 weeks.  So it should be ready to drink by Halloween - seems like just the right time for a stout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-9103593136581538191?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/9103593136581538191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=9103593136581538191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9103593136581538191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9103593136581538191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/08/chocolate-stout.html' title='Chocolate Stout'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8027870452632316715</id><published>2008-08-09T20:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:44:04.874-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>I think I sprained my obliques</title><content type='html'>I have been working out with a trainer since late May.  I go twice a week for an hour and generally I'm pretty worn out and a little sore when I get home but normally feel pretty good the next day.  All this changed on Thursday when the trainer got out the boxing gloves.  It's Saturday and I'm still sore.  Last night, we were watching the Olympic opening ceremony at a friend's house and it hurt to laugh.  It hurt a lot.  I have to do yard work tomorrow so we'll see how I hold up.  I think it will make my trainer very happy that she has succeded in breaking me.  She did make a point of saying, when she got out the boxing gloves, "This isn't get even with the trainer."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8027870452632316715?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8027870452632316715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8027870452632316715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8027870452632316715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8027870452632316715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-i-sprained-my-obliques.html' title='I think I sprained my obliques'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1804512126458475805</id><published>2008-08-09T10:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:40:55.263-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'>Cherry Wheat Beer</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I bottled the cherry wheat beer.  When I did the pre-carbonation taste test (you always taste before you bottle to make sure the yeast have consumed the bulk of the fermentable sugars, if it tastes like flat beer, you are good to bottle) I discovered that I had potentially the best beer I have brewed thus far.  I'm really eager to taste it.  It has been carbonating for a week now and I'm really tempted to put a bottle in the fridge so I can try it tomorrow but I think I'll have an even better result if I wait until next weekend.  This is the toughest part for me of home brewing.  When it is in the keg I know it isn't drinkable so I sort of forget about it but when it goes into the bottles it suddenly becomes BEER! and I want to be able to taste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to brew the Chocolate Stout.  I think as long as it is ready by Thanksgiving the MIL will forgive me.  If I get it in the keg tomorrow we should be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1804512126458475805?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1804512126458475805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1804512126458475805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1804512126458475805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1804512126458475805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/08/cherry-wheat-beer.html' title='Cherry Wheat Beer'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2283332377512568393</id><published>2008-08-09T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:35:59.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>To Wii or not to Wii, that WAS the question</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we took the plunge and bought a Wii (ordered a Wii, it should arrive this week.)  We also ordered Zelda and Table Tennis games along with the Sonic Smash that came as part of the "bundle."  I have a small beef with Toys r Us.  It is all over their website that they have both Wii consoles AND MarioKart in stores NOW!  Well both are not true.  If you have it in SOME stores say that.  I made the drive to buy a Wii and they didn't have it.  I am also still in search of MarioKart for a friend's son.  We promised it to him as a birthday present but I think it will be more like a second Christmas present by the time we locate it.  So now you want to know why I suddenly decided to buy a Wii.  Well, it is the mother-in-law's fault.  She got one a month or so ago and when The Wife had her stroke the MIL brought it with her when she came to stay for a few days.  I got hooked and I only played one night.  I really like the sports games (hence the table tennis purchase) and The Wife, who is much more of a gamer than I, likes the action/adventure games.  I suck at them, hence they are not my favorites.  I suspect I will become rather adept at boxing.  I may even have to buy the Wii boxing gloves.  I am a marketers dream right now with this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2283332377512568393?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2283332377512568393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2283332377512568393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2283332377512568393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2283332377512568393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-wii-or-not-to-wii-that-was-question.html' title='To Wii or not to Wii, that WAS the question'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1100031648569404103</id><published>2008-07-26T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:08:01.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What a week</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me IRL, know what a week I've had.  The Wife had a mild stroke on Tuesday.  She has been rapidly improving since then and should be able to come home today or tomorrow.  She'll get speech and physical therapy as an outpatient and should make a complete recovery with time.  It's been a brutal week especially coming on the heels of the events of last week (work-related).  I had such high hopes for this weekend in terms of yardwork etc (low humidity, cooler temps, rain this week) but I'm just too pooped.  I'm going to try to get some things done inside that have been neglected this week (folding laundry, sorting through a giant lump of mail) and also face the mountain of work that remains to be done.  I need more hours in the day right now (longer weekends would be nice too.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1100031648569404103?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1100031648569404103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1100031648569404103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1100031648569404103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1100031648569404103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-week.html' title='What a week'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-899816670678699842</id><published>2008-07-18T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:07:40.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'>Whoops</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned, I brewed a cherry wheat beer last weekend.  Unfortunately, I had a beer'splosion on Sunday night.  I used too much yeast.  When I went to bed on Sunday it was bubbling like mad and dripping a little foam down the side of the brew keg so I put a few paper towels under the keg and thought it would be fine.  The Wife couldn't sleep and came downstairs for a snack.  She heard a strange noise, did some investigating, and discovered that the beer was spewing all over the dining room wall.  She moved the keg into the sink, put a cookie sheet up against it to contain the spew, and wrote me a nice little note.  Fortunately she knew not to open the keg so the beer should be fine.  I can bottle it on August 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-899816670678699842?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/899816670678699842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=899816670678699842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/899816670678699842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/899816670678699842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoops.html' title='Whoops'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8326902872261487510</id><published>2008-07-13T17:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:56:09.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>More Random Bits</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my vacation.  I am not looking particularly forward to going back to work.  I know no one really does but some crap went on last week when I was out that is likely going to make work life tougher on me in the near and perhaps longer term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wife and I made the most of the last 3 days of the vacation.  We went to see "Smart People" on Friday at the local art theater (we are members and hadn't used our free passes this year so free movie for us and 2 drinks and a giant tub-o-corn for $5.50.)  Yesterday we spent the day with friends, played Wii (first time for me) with their 8- and 11-year-old boys, and ate like kings (homemade empanadas, skirt steak, grilled chicken, and my home-brewed beer).  Today we puttered around the yard and I brewed a Cherry Wheat beer.   I can bottle it in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog pool was christened today - the dog had a blast.  We got her to go into it by throwing one of her toys in and then she discovered that she liked it.  She would race around the yard and then hop into the pool on her way past at full speed.  It was pretty funny.  Now she is pooped and draped over the ottoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the Phillies won and will go into the All-Star break leading the NL East.  GO PHILLIES!&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't ignore work email any longer - time to face the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8326902872261487510?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8326902872261487510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8326902872261487510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8326902872261487510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8326902872261487510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-random-bits.html' title='More Random Bits'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5772341135287195539</id><published>2008-07-08T22:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:35:40.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Random bits</title><content type='html'>Life has been busy over the past few weeks.  The Wife and I have just returned from 5 days with the family - parents' 50th anniversary celebration. Giant sigh of relief that it is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we set up the pool for the dog.  Yes, we bought a pool for the dog.  We don't want her to go into our pond because it makes her smell horrible (much worse than basic wet dog) so we got her a little wading pool.  She doesn't quite know what to make of it - she almost sat down in it but then decided to hop out instead.  We hope that tomorrow when the water is a little warmer she'll like it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have coined a new term - F.U.P.  It means "fuck you paw."  Emily Dickinson Kitty has a little foot shake she does sometimes and it totally looks like the cat version of the finger.  We dubbed it the "fuck you paw" but The Wife wants to refer to it as a "F.U.P." so we can use it in public.  Now she wants to further clarify it and use the C-F.U.P. or D-F.U.P. to identify which pet is flipping us off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5772341135287195539?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5772341135287195539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5772341135287195539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5772341135287195539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5772341135287195539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-bits.html' title='Random bits'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6076612826439635653</id><published>2008-06-20T21:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:01:11.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Sylvia Plath Kitty July,1996-June 20, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/SFxcR7T-ulI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0TXafs84dYk/s1600-h/Cute+sylvia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214143931637217874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/SFxcR7T-ulI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0TXafs84dYk/s320/Cute+sylvia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today The Wife and I had our cat, Sylvia, euthanized.  It's a long, complicated story but suffice to say that we tried everything we could and everything various vets recommended and it was probably past time.  Sylvia was generally a quiet cat (unless she was hungry) and even though there is another cat (her sister, Emily Dickinson) and a dog in the house, tonight we feel her absence.  There is an unusual stillness in the house.   I was outside a few minutes ago and saw the first firefly of the season.  Both of these things, seemingly unrelated and small, have convinced me of what I have long belived. Animals have souls. Sylvia's is gone from our house and our lives.  I do think pets go to heaven and I like to think that Sylvia has found my grandmother and has settled in with her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sorry, Syl.  I wish there had been another option.  I'll miss you greeting me every morning outside the bedroom door and lining up in your spot for your share of the lunch meat when I make my lunch.  I'll think of you every time I eat rice pudding.  You were a good cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6076612826439635653?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6076612826439635653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6076612826439635653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6076612826439635653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6076612826439635653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/06/sylvia-plath-kitty-july1996-june-20.html' title='Sylvia Plath Kitty July,1996-June 20, 2008'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/SFxcR7T-ulI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0TXafs84dYk/s72-c/Cute+sylvia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6021200480870502370</id><published>2008-06-11T20:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:44:27.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/SFBxNFFbYJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cgIEjxr1vLA/s1600-h/2008+06+10_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210789238384844946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/SFBxNFFbYJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cgIEjxr1vLA/s320/2008+06+10_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6021200480870502370?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6021200480870502370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6021200480870502370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6021200480870502370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6021200480870502370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/06/roses.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/SFBxNFFbYJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cgIEjxr1vLA/s72-c/2008+06+10_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3201263034393390137</id><published>2008-06-09T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:45:46.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>IMing with the dog...</title><content type='html'>Poochie: MaMa B!!  MaMa K wetted me with the hose.  I runned away, but I'm still hot.  Can I have a pool like Zoey [editor's note: co-worker's dog] so I can just lay in the water without it raining on me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I think that's up to MaMa K because she will have to dry you off after you've been laying in your pool.&lt;br /&gt;Poochie: MaMa K said it was o.k. because I was eyeing the wading part of the pond &amp; at least in a pool I won't smell quite so icky.&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is true. What size pool would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Poochie: I dpon&lt;br /&gt;Poochie: oops.  darn paws.&lt;br /&gt;Poochie: I don't know.  I was thinking of a plastic one that I could lay in (like a library lion) and maybe MaMa K could cool off by putting her feet in.  Mayby CVS or K-mart has one?&lt;br /&gt;Poochie: Oh &amp; the sides can't be too high, because I need to be able to watch those darn birdies.&lt;br /&gt;Poochie: So, more long than deep.&lt;br /&gt;Me: maybe I can go shopping tomorrow after work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3201263034393390137?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3201263034393390137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3201263034393390137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3201263034393390137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3201263034393390137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/06/iming-with-dog.html' title='IMing with the dog...'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1945758023679406555</id><published>2008-06-08T14:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:52:22.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Experience with personal trainer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had an appointment with a &lt;a href="http://www.fusionfitnessstudio.net/"&gt;personal trainer&lt;/a&gt;. I cannot say enough good things about the trainer.  I'm fat and out of shape and I have been thinking of calling this guy for months, ever since I read about him in the paper.  He's convenient and has gotten a ton of good press recently.  I put it off and put it off and finally made an appointment a few weeks ago.  Mostly yesterday we talked about my health, job, exercise, eating habits, and sleeping habits and then he had me do some exercises to see where I am now.  I'm going to work out with him once a week and with another trainer once a week for the next six weeks (and likely for another six weeks after that) and then we'll re-evaluate.  I'm a little sore today (my hips, it's always my hips) but I'm actually looking forward to going back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1945758023679406555?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1945758023679406555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1945758023679406555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1945758023679406555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1945758023679406555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/06/experience-with-personal-trainer.html' title='Experience with personal trainer'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1793444382205500857</id><published>2008-06-08T14:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:23:55.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'>Bottling day</title><content type='html'>Today I am bottling the 2 batches of beer I brewed 2 weeks ago.  The West Coast Pale Ale is already in bottles and the keg of Vienna Lager is on the counter waiting for me to get started (I need to wash and sanitize the bottles first and the Phillies game is on so I'm torn.)  I had The Wife confirm that the Vienna Lager wasn't sweet (which means that the beer needs to ferment a little longer) and she referred to it as "swill."  I told her she couldn't have any when it was done.  I think these batches will be good.  I didn't get any hint of off flavors when I tasted both beers before bottling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1793444382205500857?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1793444382205500857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1793444382205500857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1793444382205500857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1793444382205500857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/06/bottling-day.html' title='Bottling day'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2470181681464284868</id><published>2008-06-04T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T20:14:02.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Not my day, apparently</title><content type='html'>The Wife called during the drive home to say we were missing a crucial ingredient for dinner.  Can't make burritos without taco mix.  I stopped at the grocery store.  It was POURING so I sat in the car for a moment hoping it would slow down, and it rained harder. I got out of the car and stepped into a river flowing across the parking lot and squished my way into the grocery store. Then I shivered my way through the store and my short list, which now included peanut butter m&amp;ms along with the taco mix and a few other things.  I arrive at the checkout and...no wallet.  Back into the pouring rain.  Back into the store where I proceed to knock over the checker's bagging station.  Now I am home where I think I shall stay...at least for the evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2470181681464284868?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2470181681464284868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2470181681464284868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2470181681464284868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2470181681464284868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-my-day-apparently.html' title='Not my day, apparently'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-850896568653463016</id><published>2008-05-30T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:50:33.880-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><title type='text'>New batches of beer</title><content type='html'>In my effort to spend more time doing things that I enjoy, I brewed 2 batches of beer last weekend.  I brewed a batch of Vienna Lager with dry malt extract and a batch of West Coast Pale Ale with "booster (maltodextrin - increases "body" and alcohol content of beer).  Both of these are Mr Beer mixes.  My first batch of beer was the West Coast Pale Ale with booster and it was good.  My second batch was West Coast Pale Ale with dry malt extract and it was not so good. Not undrinkable (only about 1.5 bottles left out of an 8 bottle batch [1 liter bottles]) but I haven't and won't offer it to guests.  I'm not sure what the problem with the second batch was - I used less sugar when bottling because we thought the first batch had too much carbonation.  The excess carbonation turned out to be a temporary thing so using less sugar in the second batch was a mistake.  I also used the dry malt extract for the first time and I wasn't sure how to dissolve it so I may have "cooked" it.  In any event the second batch of beer had some off flavors.  I'll see how the Vienna Lager is.  The 2 batches will stay in the fermenters for another week and then have to be bottled and sit in the bottles for 2 weeks to carbonate.  I also ordered 3 more mixes from Mr Beer (using my birthday gift certificate) - I just received the Czech Pilsner, a Cherry Wheat, and a Pale Ale with Mr Beer Unhopped liquid malt extract (very hard to purchase liquid malt extract in a size I can use with the Mr Beer kit which was why I tried the dry malt extract.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-850896568653463016?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/850896568653463016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=850896568653463016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/850896568653463016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/850896568653463016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-batches-of-beer.html' title='New batches of beer'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-351320766492970012</id><published>2008-05-24T14:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:43:15.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><title type='text'>More Cheeese</title><content type='html'>I'm enrolled in a year-long seminar to help me improve my productivity and figure out who I want to be when I grow up.  The people in this group encourge me to make time to do things that I want to do and I do the same for them.  So, I'm back to making cheese again.  I shared the cheddar I made a few weeks ago with the leader of the group which resulted in much encouragement as she thought it was a pretty tasty cheese. Toay I will see her again so I made her a mozzarella.  Lest you think I am some sort of strange dairy stalker, The Wife and I were invited to said persons home for a casual get-together as said person is also a friend.  Mozzarella can be made quickly (&lt;a href="http://www.cheesemaking.com/store/pg/21.html"&gt;about 30 minutes&lt;/a&gt;) so yesterday I stopped at the dairy and picked up 2 gallons of milk and today I made 2 batches of mozzarella.  I'm always very proud of myself when I make cheese if I can beat the expected yield in the recipe.  This recipe says that you should get a yield of about 3/4 lb or 12 oz.  My yield was 17 oz.  The Wife thinks that perhaps I am a little more patient than your average 30-minute mozzarella maker.  But I still never get the really nice stretchy mozzarella that Ricki Carrol gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-351320766492970012?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/351320766492970012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=351320766492970012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/351320766492970012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/351320766492970012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-cheeese.html' title='More Cheeese'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7083397782999414261</id><published>2008-05-22T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:37:46.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Not an auspicious start to the day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I woke up at 4 AM in a bed covered in dog vomit for the second time in 2 weeks.  I stripped the quilt off the bed and put a towel down for the dog, who at that moment seemed none the worse for wear.  The next morning however I realized that in addition to the bed having been covered in vomit the DOG was covered in vomit.  So I had to bathe her before I went to work.  The Wife was also up early for a doctor's appointment and the dog looked so miserable that The Wife cancelled her appointment to stay home with the dog.  A good thing as the poor dog yakked 3 more time before 10 AM.  The vet came (AGAIN) and put the dog on antibiotics.  The vet said she thought it was "garbage ingestion" [meaning dog is eating some random crap in the yard like, well crap from rabbits or birds] but it could be metabolic disease.  So if it continues we have to take her in for blood and urine tests and provide a poo sample for testing.  After 24 hours of food restriction and only ice cubes (it was very cute to watch her eat ice cubes last night) the dog seems to be on the mend.  But she needs another bath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7083397782999414261?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7083397782999414261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7083397782999414261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7083397782999414261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7083397782999414261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-auspicious-start-to-day.html' title='Not an auspicious start to the day'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-173124937546393468</id><published>2008-05-22T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:22:25.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You might want to put that back where you found it</title><content type='html'>Open letter to the person who picked up a small media cabinet that I had set out by the curb for trash pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Unsuspecting person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that you noticed the media storage cabinet at the curb and stopped to pick it up.  I'm sure you thought "Hey, look.  That's a perfectly good media cabinet that would look really nice in my insert room here."  I know in US society today people throw away lots of really useful things just because they don't need them anymore.  However, that was not the case with that media cabinet.  That particular media cabinet is abosolutely soaked in cat pee.  I hope you don't have a cat, or a dog that doesn't like cats, or a crawling child, or a functioning olfactory system.  You see, a very strange yet very lucky cat lives in the house that recently housed the media storage cabinet.  Said cat routinely ignores the litter box for no apparent reason and yet has lived lo these almost 12 years in a selection of homes with carpet and humans with funtioning olfactory systems.  The same humans who carried the media storage cabinet to the curb last evening.  We had the carpets cleaned yet again and because we now have all of our music loaded on our Ipods our CDs don't need a home in our dining room.  We were going to donate the media storage cabinet to a charitable organization that is scheduled to come to our house next week for a pick up.  However, when we realized the media cabinet was pee soaked we decided that we should just throw it out.  Again, I am sorry that you thought it would look good in your house. I hope you realized it smells before taking it into your house and left if on the nearest curb like the guys in the VW commercial from a few years ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-173124937546393468?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/173124937546393468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=173124937546393468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/173124937546393468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/173124937546393468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-might-want-to-put-that-back-where.html' title='You might want to put that back where you found it'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6256673952328311430</id><published>2008-05-09T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T23:36:40.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>and another thing</title><content type='html'>We have been having hot tub problems for months.  We got so frustrated in January that we had our hot tub guy drain the tub and leave it until Spring.  We got in touch with him in late March and got a quote to fix it but we were basically going to do what we had done in the fall, again.  That "repair" resulted in the circuit board getting fried, and I mean fried to the point of melting.  So we decided to just get rid of the hot tub rather than fix it.  Then the hot tub guy offered to buy it from us.  So we asked how much it would cost for him to do for us what he would have done if he had bought the tub from us.  For only about $200 more we could get what would be basically a new hot tub.  It took forever but yesterday we had a working hot tub for the first time since September.  We noticed steam coming from the hot tub this afternoon so I checked it and the temperature was 109!  We talked to the hot tub guy who said "SHUT IT DOWN, SHUT IT DOWN" like it was a nuclear reactor about to melt down.  We seem to have solved the problem but it just fit with the rest of the day.  I think I'm still waiting for that third thing to go wrong before midnight.  Maybe I should just go to bed.  Might be safer there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6256673952328311430?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6256673952328311430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6256673952328311430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6256673952328311430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6256673952328311430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-another-thing.html' title='and another thing'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2543080898734258305</id><published>2008-05-09T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:08:09.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I hate this house</title><content type='html'>While I was cooking dinner I heard, or more accurately felt, a crash from somewhere above my head.  It sounded like something hit the floor hard in the master bedroom.  I thought The Wife had fallen in a passed out, collapsed sort of way.  So the dog and I went zooming over to the stairs and yelled for her.  She responded that "she had something in her teeth."  A fuckin' boulder perhaps.  I asked her what fell in the bedroom and she said "nothing." She also said she hadn't heard anything.  So I went back to cooking dinner, the dog went back to the couch, and The Wife came downstairs having removed the item from her teeth.  We forgot all about it until The Wife went to the garage to get a soda from our extra fridge and said "I know what the crash was, and it crashed right onto the car."  A full 4x8 sheet of drywall fell on the car.  Of course, the car had been in the shop for he past 24 hours so if this had happened last night the drywall would have landed in an empty garage.  I think I can get the scratches out or if I get the car detailed they can get them out.  But fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2543080898734258305?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2543080898734258305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2543080898734258305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2543080898734258305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2543080898734258305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-hate-this-house.html' title='Sometimes I hate this house'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2204897871548463714</id><published>2008-05-08T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:02:28.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on turning 40</title><content type='html'>I turned 40 about 10 days ago.  A friend told me, "the weeks leading to your 40th birthday are the longest years of your life."  I didn't think 40 was going to bother me and it didn't until about a week before my birthday when I suddenly got really stressed about it.  We celebrated with friends the night before and that morning and had a great time and the day passed.  Once the day was over suddenly it didn't matter anymore that I had turned 40.  It didn't change how I felt, it didn't change how I looked, it didn't change how anyone treated me.  It was a complete and total non-event.  I'm still not sure why it bothered me so much.  On to the next 40.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2204897871548463714?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2204897871548463714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2204897871548463714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2204897871548463714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2204897871548463714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-on-turning-40.html' title='Thoughts on turning 40'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-653855292773677076</id><published>2008-04-26T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:33:19.558-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><title type='text'>Cheese Success</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I peeled the wax off the cheddar cheese I made about a month ago so we could try it.  It's pretty good.  I'm never satisfied with the things I make so I always give chunks of the cheese to friends and co-workers.  So far, the response has been really positive.  It's pretty cool.  The good thing is that it makes me want to make more cheese.  The bad thing is that I feel like I have to find the time to make more cheese.  We are seeing some friends tonight so I'm going to take them a chunk of cheese too (one of them has made cheese in the past) and get their opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-653855292773677076?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/653855292773677076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=653855292773677076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/653855292773677076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/653855292773677076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheese-success.html' title='Cheese Success'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3429508717400191103</id><published>2008-04-18T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:33:19.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>New Tracey Ullman Show on Showtime</title><content type='html'>I am completely speechless!  The new Tracey Ullman show on Showtime (State of the Union) is hysterical.  It's a collection of characters (having watched 2 episodes the characters are repeating) and holy shit, she skewers EVERYONE.  There is a dancing, singing Indian pharmacist, Ariana Huffington, Lindsay Lohan's mother, a Buffalo newscaster, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3429508717400191103?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3429508717400191103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3429508717400191103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3429508717400191103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3429508717400191103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-tracey-ullman-show-on-showtime.html' title='New Tracey Ullman Show on Showtime'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8747984225069293666</id><published>2008-04-16T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:25:49.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fig trees'/><title type='text'>More on the fig tree</title><content type='html'>My fig tree is planted in the ground in Bucks County, PA.  In the Fall, I erect a burlap cocoon around it and then stuff it with straw.  This year, I used pipe insulation (the long hollow split foam tubes you can slip onto your pipes to keep them from freezing or keep the hot water hot) to insulate some branches that wouldn't fit inside the burlap wrap.  I just unwrapped it about a week ago and so far, I don't know if the trunk/branches survived (I'm sure the roots did).  My fig tree is supposed to be cold hardy down to 10 degrees but I still wrap it at the end of Fall and don't unwrap it until the Spring.  I'll report back in a month or so when we should see some growth one way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8747984225069293666?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8747984225069293666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8747984225069293666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8747984225069293666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8747984225069293666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-on-fig-tree.html' title='More on the fig tree'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1487440084074531646</id><published>2008-04-16T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:19:52.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a literary prostitute</title><content type='html'>This evening I scared the bejesus out of The Wife when I started screaming about something I read in the paper where someone was quoted as saying that what I do for a living was "a terrible form of prostitution."  Along with other related things that have happened today, reading this statement really pissed me off. We were watching an episode of "Bones" on the DVR and it happened to be about a call girl who was murdered.  The Wife said something along the lines of it not being uncommon for a prostitute to be murdered and then said "well, maybe if you are a literary prostitute."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1487440084074531646?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1487440084074531646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1487440084074531646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1487440084074531646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1487440084074531646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-literary-prostitute.html' title='I am a literary prostitute'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3274342707079372194</id><published>2008-04-11T13:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:52:45.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The L Word Obsession Continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;We&amp;#8217;ll we&amp;#8217;ve nearly made it through the first 4 seasons of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-style:italic'&gt;the L word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; on DVD by watching 2-3 episodes a night.&amp;nbsp; The house is in complete chaos because I get home, we have dinner (sometimes while watching an episode), and then we watch as many episodes as we can fit in before bed time.&amp;nbsp; I haven&amp;#8217;t even watched a Phillies game yet and the season is 2 weeks old!&amp;nbsp; We should finish season 4 tonight and then be able to start on season 5 (which I have seen all of, but which didn&amp;#8217;t make complete sense because I had no idea of the back story) on &amp;#8220;On Demand.&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp; I must say, with the exception of some fabulous sex between Tasha and Alice, season 4 has been a rather long dry spell.&amp;nbsp; Season 5 is MUCH better in that respect.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#8217;m glad it&amp;#8217;s the weekend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3274342707079372194?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3274342707079372194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3274342707079372194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3274342707079372194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3274342707079372194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/l-word-obsession-continues.html' title='The L Word Obsession Continues...'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2046356364038671342</id><published>2008-04-10T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T08:53:19.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;This has been quite an interesting week so far.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='mso-list:Ignore'&gt;1.)&lt;font size=1 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;On Monday, The Wife was flicking a spider into the toilet and simultaneously flushing when she dropped the &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Dixie&lt;/st1:place&gt; cup upon which the spider had been crawling.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the cup was immediately sucked into the toilet creating a quite water-tight seal.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Dixie&lt;/st1:place&gt; cups are not meant to be submerged for hours and I was able to clear the clog that night with the plunger. I think I probably blew the bottom right out of the cup which made me feel like quite the butch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='mso-list:Ignore'&gt;2.)&lt;font size=1 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;On Tuesday, the L word obsession continued and we were going to watch episodes on disc 2, Season 4.&amp;nbsp; We discovered that disc 1, Season 4 was packaged in the sleeve for disc 2 giving us two copies of disc 1 and zero copies of disc 2.&amp;nbsp; This crisis necessitated a call and then a trip to Blockbuster in order for our L word fix.&amp;nbsp; We are both completely enamored of Tina as executive.&amp;nbsp; Wow, she&amp;#8217;s hot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='mso-list:Ignore'&gt;3.)&lt;font size=1 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;Mad props to Amazon.com.&amp;nbsp; They are shipping us a new set of the L word because, in their words, we received a defective product.&amp;nbsp; They gave us a return authorization label so we just have to package up the old set and return it to them on their nickel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='mso-list:Ignore'&gt;4.)&lt;font size=1 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;Also on Tuesday, I was bitching and moaning at work about something and turned to one of my colleagues (in fact, I am the guy&amp;#8217;s boss).&amp;nbsp; I said, &amp;#8220;blah, blah, blah, God hates me.&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp; He said, &amp;#8220;of course God hates you, you&amp;#8217;re a lesbian.&amp;#8221;&amp;nbsp; I about fell over from laughing at him and my other co-worker who immediately started screaming for HR (the representative of which was blessedly out of the office that day and who sits in the office next to where this statement was uttered.)&amp;nbsp; I assure you, I was not offended by this statement in the least and, in fact, found it very funny (and quite ballsy to say to one&amp;#8217;s boss regardless of how good a relationship you have.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal style='margin-left:.5in;text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1'&gt;&lt;![if !supportLists]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;&lt;span style='mso-list:Ignore'&gt;5.)&lt;font size=1 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font:7.0pt "Times New Roman"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;![endif]&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'&gt;There have been other amusing things that happened this week but I cannot remember them now.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#8217;m sure I&amp;#8217;ll remember as soon as I post this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2046356364038671342?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2046356364038671342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2046356364038671342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2046356364038671342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2046356364038671342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/week-so-far.html' title='The week so far'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2203371720842883074</id><published>2008-04-01T10:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:57:46.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>This is inspired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/03/27/funny-pictures-from-yonder-window-breaks/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-pictures-shakespeare-ape.jpg" style="word-spacing:783321px;font-size:783321px;" alt="Humorous Pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;crazy cat pics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2203371720842883074?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2203371720842883074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2203371720842883074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2203371720842883074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2203371720842883074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-inspired.html' title='This is inspired.'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3881591625561626857</id><published>2008-03-31T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T09:19:43.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fig trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Fig Trees</title><content type='html'>This post is for the woman (Blackfeet75) who left a comment about where I got my fig tree.  I have no way to respond to your comment other than here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my fig from Stark Brothers (http://www.starkbros.com/access?action=product&amp;productID=0608&amp;collection=0).  It looked like a stick when I planted it but I have to keep cutting it back now.  If you have an unheated garage or porch you can roll the container in there for the winter.  I just wrap mine.  I'm going to unwrap it next weekend and see how it looks.  Feel free to leave questions in comments and I'll be happy to share my experiences, although they are limited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3881591625561626857?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3881591625561626857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3881591625561626857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3881591625561626857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3881591625561626857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/fig-trees.html' title='Fig Trees'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7138253092831009464</id><published>2008-03-30T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:15:16.735-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Such a big girl!</title><content type='html'>I drove through 5 states in under 5 hours on Friday (PA, NJ, NY, CT, MA) on my way to a meeting at the Alma mater.  As always, it is really wonderful to spend time with fellow alums and it makes me wish I hadn't been such a complete fuck while I was a student.  Anyway, I spent the night in CT with friends and then went to New Rochelle, NY to a high school rugby match on my way home.  Because of New Rochelle's proximity to NYC there was no point in going north to the Tappan Zee bridge like I normally do to/from New England.  Instead, I went down the Hutchinson Parkway to 87 S into the Bronx and across the George Washington Bridge.  I am the fuckin' master.  I realize this seems like such a pathetic thing to be proud of, especially for people who drive into NYC all the time but for me this is HUGE.  I have avoided driving anywhere near NYC for my entire life until recently when The Wife and I drove into Manhattan to see a show.  I even called The Wife to tell her that I had managed to navigate through NY and was safely back in NJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7138253092831009464?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7138253092831009464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7138253092831009464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7138253092831009464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7138253092831009464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/such-big-girl.html' title='Such a big girl!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7380480666858585787</id><published>2008-03-24T20:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T20:40:42.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cheese, Glorious Cheese</title><content type='html'>I've finally gotten back to making cheese.  I bought a new cheese press recently and made a point of using it the weekend after I got it.  I made a farmhouse cheddar using the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Home-Cheese-Making-Recipes-Delicious/dp/1580174647"&gt;home cheesemaker's bible&lt;/a&gt;.  The cheese took a few days to develop the necessary rind (and I made the mistake of leaving it uncovered overnight once and one of the cats made quite an indentation with her tongue). I was finally able to wax it on Sunday.  We can try it in about a month.  I had to move The Wife's meds into the regular fridge so I could reclaim the "cheese fridge."  The cheese fridge has a separate external thermostat so I can get any temp from freezing to about 70.  Most cheeses need to age at 50-60 degrees (ie, too cold for a regular fridge and too warm for room temp) so if you want to make cheese at home you have to make your own "cheese cave."  My first cheddar was disastrous (tried to age it in the basement during the summer).  We also tried to make an italian table cheese but we were never thrilled with it.  My co-workers thought it was pretty good though. The Wife wants me to make a gouda next.  I also want to try to make a provolone for my dad - I tried once but it never came together.  Any other home cheesemakers out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7380480666858585787?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7380480666858585787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7380480666858585787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7380480666858585787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7380480666858585787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/cheese-glorious-cheese.html' title='Cheese, Glorious Cheese'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7795711486067605298</id><published>2008-03-22T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:56:45.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queer'/><title type='text'>The L Word</title><content type='html'>I have discovered &lt;a href="http://www.thelwordonline.com/"&gt;The L Word&lt;/a&gt;.  OMG!  We got Showtime plus lots of other movie channels recently and last night when The Wife was in the hospital I started watching episodes on demand.  I am completely hooked.  There is absolutely nowhere else to see lesbians actually having a complete relationship, including sex.  Of course, it doesn't hurt that the actresses playing the lesbians are smokin' hot.  Today when I brought The Wife home from the hospital I had her watch an episode with me.  She is also very glad we got Showtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7795711486067605298?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7795711486067605298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7795711486067605298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7795711486067605298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7795711486067605298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/l-word.html' title='The L Word'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1436728433875285124</id><published>2008-03-20T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T22:28:03.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I have a secret</title><content type='html'>I'm going to share a secret with you.  I'm the Easter Bunny.  Lest you think I'm completely delusional, let me explain.  When I was a child, a friend of my parents would leave chocolate eggs on our front walk every year at Easter.  I still remember it so when we moved here and there was a family with little kids next door I started doing it for them.  I didn't think the kids really cared but last year their mother told me that they remember and they run for the front door on Easter morning to see what the Easter Bunny left outside for them.  It's a silly little thing but it makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1436728433875285124?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1436728433875285124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1436728433875285124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1436728433875285124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1436728433875285124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-secret.html' title='I have a secret'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2077866368045070052</id><published>2008-03-08T16:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:15:49.593-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basement woes'/><title type='text'>More water</title><content type='html'>Once again we have water in the basement. However, the alarm did its job (and fortunately the worst happened during the day and on a weekend) so we had plenty of warning that the water was going to overwhelm the pumps.  A friend had stopped by to pick up some things so the three of us set up the extra pump.  Now the sun is out but there is a very odd band of clouds off in the distance so I suspect we are going to get more rain before all of this is over.  In the grand scheme of things this is not a big deal - our basement will be dry in a day or so.  Because of our experience with this we have to get 3+ FEET of water for anything that is even remotely sensitive to water to even get damp.  But still it did put a damper on plans for the day (movie outing, grocery shopping, etc) because we suspected that we would get water at some point during the day and we wanted to be here to drop the extra pump.  Now I have to do work - BLAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2077866368045070052?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2077866368045070052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2077866368045070052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2077866368045070052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2077866368045070052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-water.html' title='More water'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7708003690764879220</id><published>2008-03-02T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T14:53:02.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I hosted a party (followed by a family dinner) for The Wife's 39th birthday.  I hired a caterer (to drop off the food, not to actually serve) which I have never done before.  I am now completely sold on the concept.  It would have been a little harder if it were warm out but because it is cold we were able to put the covered trays in the garage overnight and then today I packed them up (and composted the garnish).  We had a fair amount of food left over from dinner but we didn't have a lot left over from the party. Notes to self: grape leaves and roasted veggies not a hit; shrimp a must have for the next party; must label pumpkin dip or people think it is mustard.  I packaged the beef and chicken into 8 oz containers and put it in the freezer. The Wife and I will be eating leftovers for the next 2 months - that is not necessarily a bad thing.  I do have a GIANT tray of bowtie pasta with bacon and peas in alfredo sauce that is going to work with me.  I don't think it will freeze well and there is no way The Wife and I can even make a dent in it before it goes bad.  We did discover that we can get 12 people (including toddler in portable high chair) into our family room for dinner.  A few of us used the kitchen table (including an uncle who just pulled up the cooler and had a seat) because I needed a stable place for my plate and there were no more spots by the time I got my dinner.  More tray tables would have been helpful. Even though it was a pretty casual dinner we used the china and silver, it is almost as easy to clean up as paper and doesn't generate any trash. During the afternoon portion of the pary, we discovered we can comfortably get nearly 35 people (including 8 kids and 2 teenagers) in our downstairs.  I am far more likely to have parties in the future now that we know this.  Everyone got along, our friends' kids played together, and neither The Wife nor I was a complete stress ball.  It also gave us a really good reason to clean/organize the house and get various pictures hung.  All in all, a fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone who tried it said they liked the home-brewed beer.  They seemed surprised that it was tasty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7708003690764879220?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7708003690764879220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7708003690764879220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7708003690764879220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7708003690764879220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/03/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1188441696051124109</id><published>2008-02-25T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:44:15.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>Wii</title><content type='html'>Yesterday The Wife and I were discussing the Wii.  It came up because her mother was talking about how much she would like one (she called to tell us that some chain store in the area had them in stock) and saying how she could use it during her convalescence (knee surgery). Of course, Tknowing where her mother was sitting at that moment The Wife promptly had her do the bowling motion to point out that she would not be able to use it and rest her knee at the same time.  I said I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up with a Wii.  The Wife looked at me like I had 4 heads.   So I told her "No, I don't think the Wii Fairy is going to bring one, I think we'll buy one for ourselves."  Like I think someone is just going to GIVE us a Wii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1188441696051124109?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1188441696051124109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1188441696051124109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1188441696051124109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1188441696051124109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/wii.html' title='Wii'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1248512871725346386</id><published>2008-02-23T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:30:52.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'>Beer brewing: bottling batch #2</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I bottled batch number 2 of home-brewed beer. I've been working my way through the first batch which isn't great but hey, it's beer.  It is very carbonated for beer so this time I cut down on the priming sugar.  The "recipe" recomends 2.5 teaspoons of table sugar per 1 liter bottle so this time I used 2 teaspoons.  So far it seems to be carbonating on schedule (I bottle using plastic bottles and you can check the carbonation by squeezing the bottles to see how hard they are.) This batch is also an all malt recipe (the first batch used the maltodextrin "booster" that comes with the Mr. Beer Kit) so I'm hoping for a more flavorful beer this time.  The Wife's birthday party is next Saturday so in addition to the Yuengling there will be home brew.  I'm rather reluctant to share the home brew but some serious beer drinkers will be attending so I have to see what they think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1248512871725346386?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1248512871725346386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1248512871725346386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1248512871725346386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1248512871725346386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/beer-brewing-bottling-batch-2.html' title='Beer brewing: bottling batch #2'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1599262328863716448</id><published>2008-02-10T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:57:29.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick or what a waste of a weekend</title><content type='html'>It appears that I have the flu.  I was thinking it was just a bad cold but I did a little searching on the internet and discovered that 3 days of fever &gt;100 F along with my other symptoms is characteristic of the flu rather than a cold.  This is a problem for several reasons: a.) I get a fucking flu shot every year b.) I have asthma so any respiratory virus makes me wheeze and I have to use my inhaler every 4 hours practically around the clock c.) the flu will put The Wife into the hospital.  I have been sleeping in the guest room since Thursday night in an effort not to infect her.  I will continue to do so until I have been without a fever for 24 h.  I also missed work on Friday and was too ill to work from home as I had intended.  I did check email between naps on the sofa but that was about all I could manage.  If I don't have a fever tomorrow morning I will go into the office but if I feel crappy I'm coming home again.  No point in infecting the whole office.  While I'm glad I didn't have to miss 3+ days of work for this, I'm pissed that a whole weekend was wasted by me being too sick to do anything.  About all I've been able to manage is some organizing of our takeout menus.  Recipe organizing and sorting through a week's worth of mail also await.  We watched several episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.mystyle.com/mystyle/shows/cleanhouse/index.jsp"&gt;Clean House &lt;/a&gt;yesterday because I didn't feel like doing anything else and The Wife is inspired to declutter.  This happens frequently when we watch multiple episodes of Clean House at one time.  Of course, we also look at the state that some people get to and think "hell, our worst room isn't even close."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1599262328863716448?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1599262328863716448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1599262328863716448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1599262328863716448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1599262328863716448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sick-or-what-waste-of-weekend.html' title='I&apos;m sick or what a waste of a weekend'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6560792412842474478</id><published>2008-02-06T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:23:56.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not proud of this number</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view2/countries" style="display: block; background: #333 url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/101/439/countries.3u52lrs8tr.jpg) no-repeat; width: 320px; height: 90px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 35px; color: #fff; text-decoration: none; text-align: center; padding-top: 110px; "&gt;57&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6560792412842474478?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6560792412842474478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6560792412842474478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6560792412842474478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6560792412842474478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-not-proud-of-this-number.html' title='I am not proud of this number'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5195038614366413790</id><published>2008-02-06T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:33:33.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><title type='text'>Fun at the grocery store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/R6nFESQDDTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOPagzkNA9Y/s1600-h/non+edible+baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/R6nFESQDDTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOPagzkNA9Y/s320/non+edible+baby.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163875125166279986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wife and I spotted this last night at the local grocery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5195038614366413790?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5195038614366413790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5195038614366413790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5195038614366413790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5195038614366413790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-at-grocery-store.html' title='Fun at the grocery store'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Jx1K0RQSAbk/R6nFESQDDTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/gOPagzkNA9Y/s72-c/non+edible+baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-9221110677604786585</id><published>2008-02-05T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:45:31.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><title type='text'>More beer brewing</title><content type='html'>I brewed another batch of beer on Sunday - West Coast Pale Ale with light dry malt extract.  It is bubbling away right now and I feel compelled to visit it each evening before I go to bed.  The batch I bottled a few weeks ago has improved from the first bottle I opened.  It is still pretty carbonated for beer so I'll have to experiment with the amount of priming sugar that I use.  The new batch will be ready in time for The Wife's birthday party so if you are coming you are welcome to try it.  But don't worry, there will be commercial beer (and wine) too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-9221110677604786585?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/9221110677604786585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=9221110677604786585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9221110677604786585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9221110677604786585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-beer-brewing.html' title='More beer brewing'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5280730121955516721</id><published>2008-02-03T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:28:46.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Super Bowl</title><content type='html'>The Wife and I have a spread that has probably never been consumed while watching the Super Bowl. We are eating cucumbers, carrots, and pita dipped in hummus and shrimp with cocktail sauce.  The Wife also has some ranch dip for the veggies.  We are both drinking soda although The Wife brought in a bottle of home brew and a bottle of Yuengling in case I wanted them.  So far the commercials have been just eh.  Let me revise that...The Budweiser Clydesdales commercial absolutely rocked! Ok WTF was with the badgers and the Toyota Corolla?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5280730121955516721?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5280730121955516721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5280730121955516721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5280730121955516721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5280730121955516721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-bowl.html' title='Super Bowl'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2762731119581897362</id><published>2008-02-03T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T15:16:52.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Abby Normal?  Super Duper!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, The Wife and I drove into Manhattan to see "&lt;a href="http://www.youngfrankensteinthemusical.com/"&gt;Young Frankenstein: The Musical."&lt;/a&gt;  We've had these tickets since September when The Wife presented them to me as an anniversary gift.  I absolutely LOVE the movie "Young Frankenstein" which The Wife tolerates because she loves me.  The musical has received so-so reviews and The Wife was very worried that I wouldn't like it.  On the contrary, I laughed the whole way through.  In my opinion, it was very Mel Brooks - lots of double entendre and physical humor.  There was also a song about tits.  What can be bad about a musical with a song about tits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met a friend (whom we haven't seen since our wedding...in 2001) for drinks and dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.becconyc.com/index2.htm"&gt;Becco&lt;/a&gt;.  The food at Becco was just great.  I had "polentina con speck", followed by a ceasar salad (The Wife did say mine was better), and their "sinfonia di pasta."  The sinfonia di pasta is a trio of chef-selected pastas that are served table-side and for which refills are available.  Last night's selections were mezze rigatoni with pesto and green beans, spicy tomato with fried shrimp over spaghetti (one made without shrimp was available which was good as our dining companion is allergic to shellfish), and mushroom ravioli in a light cream sauce.  It was amazing.  For NYC the price was surprisingly affordable especially given that we each had a 3-course meal and 2 of 3 had drinks.  With tax and tip it was about $45 a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2762731119581897362?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2762731119581897362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2762731119581897362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2762731119581897362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2762731119581897362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/02/abby-normal-super-duper.html' title='Abby Normal?  Super Duper!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8827578336170259825</id><published>2008-01-26T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T12:44:15.449-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><title type='text'>It's a beer!</title><content type='html'>I checked the carbonation on the beer on Wednesday (the best part of using plastic bottles is that when they get rock hard you know have adequate carbonation) and it seemed like all the bottles were ready.  In to the fridge it went.  The absolute minimum for cooling is 2 days so last night I cracked open my first bottle of home brewed beer.  First impressions - beer, I made beer! It had a nice but light color, lots of little bubbles (kind of like champagne), and a nice flavor.  Rather like an American light beer.  That said, American light beers are not my favorite.  My next batch - planning to brew today - will be the same extract (California Pale Ale) but instead of using the "booster" (about 75% fermentable, meant to boost the alcohol and body of the beer) I'm going to use dry malt extract.  I'll have a report on that in about 4 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8827578336170259825?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8827578336170259825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8827578336170259825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8827578336170259825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8827578336170259825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-beer.html' title='It&apos;s a beer!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3536352742798463968</id><published>2008-01-13T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:17:38.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Snow, please</title><content type='html'>So far this winter we haven't had any significant snow. All of our winter storms have been sleet/freezing rain.  Tonight we are supposed to get 3 to 5 inches of snow.  The Wife is quite annoyed to be in the hospital (where they won't get much snow) for this event.  I have to fire up the snow blower this afternoon as it hasn't been started in months.  I'm looking forward to some snow.  Of course, if it sticks around and is a sloppy mess for a week I'll change my tune but right now I'm looking forward to it.  I was supposed to be travelling to Boston tomorrow for a client meeting on Tuesday but I cancelled the trip because of The Wife's hospitalization (mostly because they are planning to place a Hickman catheter in her chest tomorrow).  This storm is going to affect New England more than PA so my colleague who is still planning to go to Boston may have a rough trip (she has a business travel curse I think.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3536352742798463968?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3536352742798463968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3536352742798463968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3536352742798463968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3536352742798463968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-please.html' title='Snow, please'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1678968891122016129</id><published>2008-01-13T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:10:01.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><title type='text'>Bottling the beer</title><content type='html'>I bottled the first batch (Pale Ale) from the Mr Beer kit this morning. It smelled like a frat house on Sunday morning in my kitchen. MMMMMMMM, beer. I tasted it before I bottled it (they recommend a taste test to be sure that it doesn't taste sweet - if so it isn't finished fermenting) and it tasted like flat beer. SUCCESS! It has to carbonate in the bottles for 1-2 weeks (I'm going with 2) and then be "conditioned" for 1-2 weeks in the fridge.  It is ready to drink after being carbonated so I'll probably chill it for the minimum 2 days and crack the first bottle.  Last night I bought a second kit at CVS (holiday left overs at $20 off) so I have more bottles for the next batch, which will hopefully go in the fermenting keg tonight.  I also have a second fermenting keg and the ingredients for another batch of Pale Ale.  From what I've read on the Mr Beer Yahoo Group the Pale Ale is pretty much a MGD clone.  Not my favorite beer or beer style so once I use these up I'll try something with a little more body and flavor. A lot of the recipe kits on mrbeer.com are sold out right now (either the holidays or the hops shortage) so I'll use what I have already.  I can't drink 12.5 gallons of beer that fast anyway.  Once this batch is carbonated, come on over for a cold one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1678968891122016129?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1678968891122016129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1678968891122016129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1678968891122016129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1678968891122016129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/bottling-beer.html' title='Bottling the beer'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3795157627322367505</id><published>2008-01-01T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:06:38.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy 2008 to everyone.  I can't believe that another year has passed.  This New Year's Eve/New Year's Day was far better than last year when The Wife and I spent the 2 days basically too sick to get out of bed (the dreaded "stomach flu.")  We had a fine evening last night with &lt;a href="http://www.lessinternet.com/"&gt;Morag&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.iwatchtoomuch.tv/"&gt;Gobo&lt;/a&gt; and the wee ones.  They had a family obligation this afternoon so we came home and have been enjoying a quiet afternoon.  I do have a few things to do this afternoon in order to get ready for work tomorrow.  It is always so hard for me to go back to work after a vacation, especially a vacation that was fairly busy and had us going from one family obligation to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think 2008 will be any less busy than 2007 but I hope to have some more time for my hobbies of cheese making, bread baking, and beer brewing (we'll see how this one works out) and more time to work in the garden.  Maybe this will be the year we get edible figs.  Hopefully the conditions will be good for the apple trees too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3795157627322367505?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3795157627322367505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3795157627322367505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3795157627322367505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3795157627322367505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2553240662747125801</id><published>2007-12-30T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:19:08.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home brewing'/><title type='text'>Adventures in home brewing</title><content type='html'>The Wife got me a &lt;a href="http://www.mrbeer.com/category-exec/category_id/3"&gt;Mr Beer &lt;/a&gt;home brewing kit for Christmas.  Her uncle got me a refill kit with West Coast Pale Ale (which also comes with the kit), Witty Monk Witbier, and Whispering Wheat Weizenbier.  I'm going to get a hard cider refill (and some additional bottles) so I can try hard cider too.  Today I did the first step in the brewing process and now we wait for a week so fermentation can take place.  Next Sunday we bottle.  I'll let you know how it is once it is ready (minimum 2 weeks post-brewing but they recommend "conditioning" it for some additional time once it is carbonated in the bottle.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2553240662747125801?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2553240662747125801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2553240662747125801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2553240662747125801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2553240662747125801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/12/adventures-in-home-brewing.html' title='Adventures in home brewing'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2784129592225328842</id><published>2007-12-18T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T19:47:16.976-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Our landscaper rocks!</title><content type='html'>Today our very awesome landscaper came and cut up the tree that had split, cleaned up branches from the curly leaf willow that were hanging in the pond, and took down a cypress that had been broken in half.  Mind you, this happened on Sunday and we called yesterday.  She just rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2784129592225328842?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2784129592225328842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2784129592225328842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2784129592225328842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2784129592225328842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-landscaper-rocks.html' title='Our landscaper rocks!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-69620864661498638</id><published>2007-12-16T20:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:52:38.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Yummy (and easy) beef stew</title><content type='html'>If you have a slow cooker, this is a great beef stew recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb stew beef, cubed&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1 small onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;2 carrots, cut into 1-inch chunks&lt;br /&gt;2 potatoes, cut into 1 inch chunks&lt;br /&gt;1 clove garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 bay leaf&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp black pepper&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp paprika&lt;br /&gt;healthy pinch of ground cloves&lt;br /&gt;1 c. beef broth&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To thicken (at end of cooking time)&lt;br /&gt;2 TBSP corn starch dissolved in 1/3 c. cold water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown beef cubes in olive oil.  Transfer to slow cooker and add remaining ingredients (except corn starch mixture) and stir to mix well. Cook for approximately 5 hours on high (add extra water if necessary - sauce should just cover meat and veggies) and then test carrots and potatoes for doneness.  When carrots and potatoes are done, mix the corn starch and cold water until smooth.  Add slowly to hot stew and stir well.  Let the stew cook on high until it thickens -approx. 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-69620864661498638?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/69620864661498638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=69620864661498638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/69620864661498638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/69620864661498638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/12/yummy-and-easy-beef-stew.html' title='Yummy (and easy) beef stew'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8183569251488032538</id><published>2007-12-16T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:10:44.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick.</title><content type='html'>My sister was diagnosed with a pheochromocytoma, an epinephrine/norepinephrine-producing tumor of the adrenal gland.  She had a number of symptoms over the past several years but they could all be attributed to other things.  She was diagnosed when she had a CT scan for a kidney stone.  The pheo was removed on Monday - it was 8x5 cm (HUGE in terms of a pheo).  Because she is the second family member to have a pheo, another family member's doctor recommended that we all be tested.  So last week I had a CT scan complete with consumption of two bottles of barium.  Today I am doing the nasty test - a 24-hour urine collection.  I have to pee in a "hat" and then transfer that to a jug, which has to be refrigerated.  Of course, I'm doing it on a weekend so I don't have to deal with this process during the day at the office.  I'm dropping off the jug-o-pee tomorrow before work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8183569251488032538?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8183569251488032538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8183569251488032538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8183569251488032538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8183569251488032538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/12/ick.html' title='Ick.'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5438567690370077018</id><published>2007-12-16T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T19:54:57.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Ice storms suck</title><content type='html'>We were in the path of the "massive Northeastern storm" that roared through the Midwest, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, and New England.  No snow, which is always a bummer to me, I'd rather have lots of snow than rain/sleet in the winter but we did get ice.  I woke up this morning and looked out into the backyard to discover that our Bradford pear tree had split right down the middle and we'd lost several branches from the curly leaf willow and one of them was in the pond.  The cypress trees don't look very good but we aren't sure if they are broken or are just bent from the ice and wind. While I'm greatful that the trees/branches didn't do any damage to the house or anyone who lives in it, I am bummed about the loss of the pear tree.  It was our only decent shade tree (we live on what used to be a sheep farm so there are almost no large, mature trees in the entire neighborhood).  We had been warned that Bradford pears had a tendency to split so we should keep it trimmed, which we did last year.  It also completely changes the look of the backyard.  Fortunately we have a great landscaper and we'll call her tomorrow to come and cut up the pear tree and willow branches and have a look at the cypresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5438567690370077018?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5438567690370077018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5438567690370077018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5438567690370077018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5438567690370077018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/12/ice-storms-suck.html' title='Ice storms suck'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2804208570182043138</id><published>2007-12-05T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:28:20.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolly Rules!</title><content type='html'>This is my new anthem.  Must download to the iPod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-H5Nr25pLU&amp;rel=0&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H-H5Nr25pLU&amp;rel=0&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2804208570182043138?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2804208570182043138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2804208570182043138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2804208570182043138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2804208570182043138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/12/dolly-rules.html' title='Dolly Rules!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5696358791567233172</id><published>2007-12-01T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:47:06.074-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Fig Trees in Southeastern PA</title><content type='html'>Today I gave the fig tree its Winter coat.  I have been trying to grow figs in Southeastern PA for several years. We planted the first tree in a bad location and it never took off.  I planted another tree last year and it grew some the first year but then it broke at the base during a hurricane last September.  I wrapped it last year but when I unwrapped it it was clear it hadn't survived.  It regrew from the roots and set a crop of figs late in the summer.  I pruned it last weekend and today it got its winter coat.  My FIL gave me a burlap and stake wind break so I used it to wrap the fig, then stuffed the whole thing with straw.  I had an epiphany while I was wrapping the tree - pipe insulation.  I just have to get some longer zip ties and the fig will be warm all winter.  This fig tree is supposed to be cold hardy down to 5 degrees fahrenheit but it got that cold at least once last winter so I don't want to take the rist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5696358791567233172?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5696358791567233172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5696358791567233172&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5696358791567233172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5696358791567233172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/12/fig-trees-in-southeastern-pa.html' title='Fig Trees in Southeastern PA'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5364924829457566174</id><published>2007-11-17T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:37:29.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of stuff going on personally (those of you who know me IRL know that The Wife has been ill and in and out of the hospital twice over the past month and my sister has been having some health issues) and professionally (can't talk about work but suffice it to say that it has been crazy busy with no end in sight.)  I have had either no energy to blog or nothing I could write about.  There are times when I really wish I could blog about the job or the family because I'm in a period of "you can't make this shit up" and from the outside it is so outrageous it is funny.  In fact, a few days ago I emailed a friend a list of the things that are going on.  I saw her last night and she said "I could have cried and that probably would have been the appropriate response but instead I laughed my ass off for 25 minutes."  I was glad that she laughed.  I didn't email her to make her cry or feel sorry for me, I knew she would see the absurdity of the situations (yes, plural.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so caught up in my life that I haven't really been paying a lot of attention to what is going on outside my world.  I don't think I've read the paper in weeks (and we have 2 delivered to the house every day - I am grateful for recycling...)  I did read Newsweek this week because I was travelling and it is a good read on the plane.  Even now, I feel like I should be coming up with a list of things I need to get done this weekend and get started on the list.  But I'm enjoying the quiet.  The Wife is still asleep, the dog is snoozing on the couch, the cats are snoozing in one of their many napping spots, the TV and Ipod are silent, and all I can hear is the dryer, a sound that is fairly innocuous to me.  It is cloudy and in the low 40s today (snow is predicted for tonight) but we still have lots of fall color.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if anyone else has noticed but the moon has been fabulous this week.  Earlier in the week it was a perfect crescent low in the sky, last night it was at maybe 1/3 of full but huge and beautiful and low.  During the day, the sky has also been that deep blue that only seems possible in the autumn.  Yesterday I started to think of winter because it was very windy and we had low dark clouds that were scooting across the sky and I knew that a cold front was coming in.  Perfect hot tub weather...which reminds me I'd better get started on that "to do" list which includes "put sanitizing chemicals in hot tub" if I want to take advantage of the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5364924829457566174?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5364924829457566174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5364924829457566174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5364924829457566174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5364924829457566174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1780218753461442617</id><published>2007-11-03T17:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T17:14:20.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queer'/><title type='text'>Homophobes with Queer Relatives</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sarah in Chicago &lt;/a&gt; via Shakesville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice President Dick Cheney’s daughter Mary is a lesbian, who just had a baby with her lesbian partner, Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Senator and arch-conservative Jesse Helms, who blamed gays and lesbians for "the proliferation of AIDS" and denouncing the use of the word gay because "there's nothing gay about them," has a lesbian granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Schlafly, founder of the conservative Eagle Forum, was instrumental in drafting the Republican Party platform language opposing gay marriage and civil unions, has a gay son, John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry "Mr. Conservative" Goldwater (who in later years came out in favor of gay rights) had a gay grandson and a lesbian grandniece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nixon's Chief of Staff and Watergate convict H.R. Haldeman had a gay child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President of the National Association for Research &amp; Therapy of Homosexuality Charles Socarides, has a gay son Richard, who was liaison to the gay community under President Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course there is Alan Keyes, GOP presidential candidate, family-values harper, and the guy that tried to keep Barack Obama from the Illinois Senate seat, tossed his college-student daughter, Maya, who came out during his campaign against Barack out of the family home and cut off her tuition money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late California state Sen. Pete Knight who spearheaded the ultimately successful Proposition 22 that bans gay marriage in California, has a gay son, David, who married his partner during San Francisco queer marriage rush in '04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie Fields, state chair of the Christian Coalition of Georgia, who helped push the constitutional ban on gay marriage, has a gay daughter, Tess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Byrne, who was head of the Cobb County Commission in 1993 when it passed a resolution proclaiming “the homosexual lifestyle” unwelcome in the suburban Atlanta community, has a lesbian daughter Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina Griggs, an executive director of Parents and Friends of Ex-Gays and Gays (PFOX)—ie the group set up to mimic and oppose PFLAG—has a gay son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anti-gay rights and pro-life activist Randall Terry, has a gay son, Jamiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Mosbacher, the man heading President Bush's national reelection campaign in 2004, and later chief fund-raiser, has a lesbian daughter, Dee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Republican House Speaker Newt Gingrich’s half-sister Candace is a lesbian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1780218753461442617?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1780218753461442617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1780218753461442617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1780218753461442617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1780218753461442617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/11/homophobes-with-queer-relatives.html' title='Homophobes with Queer Relatives'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3777514891752671777</id><published>2007-10-27T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:00:40.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basement woes'/><title type='text'>Wet Dreams</title><content type='html'>I had a little nocturnal adventure last night.  We've installed a water alarm in the basement so we know when we start to get water.  Then we can drop an extra sump pump before we get 4 feet of water (yes, we've had 4 FEET of water in our basement more than once.)  I woke up about 4:30 AM and thought I heard the alarm going off.  I went to check and we had about an inch of water over the entire floor.  I confirmed that both pumps were running and then tried to determine if the water was rising or falling.  I was finally able to ascertain that it was, in fact, rising.  So I got the extra sump pump from the garage, swapped my nightshirt for a T-shirt out of the laundry basket, and swapped my slippers for my Crocs (yes, I was wearing pants, I did remember to put those on along with my glasses before departing the bedroom.)  I went out and cut the plastic over the basement window (we've broken it so many times we've stopped having glass or plexiglass installed, heavy plastic sheeting is cheaper...).  Of course, my father-in-law just fixed it on Tuesday.  I then had to drop the sump pump into the basement.  It took some wrestling but I managed to get it through the hole and into the basement (all of this is made more difficult by the fact that the window is in a below grade well.)  I plugged it in and...nothing.  Back into the basement I went.  I reset the breaker and still nothing.  Back upstairs to change plugs.  Back into the basement to jiggle the float on the pump.  That made the pump kick on which made the tubing come flying back into the basement.  Back outside, pull up the pump, grab the tubing, weight it down with pieces of firewood, and drop the pump again.  Back into the basement to jiggle the float.  Finally success. Of course, by now I am my very own wet T-shirt contest.  I was soaked to the skin.  I got dried off and got back into bed about 5:50 AM. The best part of it?  The Wife never knew I got up and the BIL didn't wake up either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3777514891752671777?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3777514891752671777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3777514891752671777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3777514891752671777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3777514891752671777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/10/wet-dreams.html' title='Wet Dreams'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3127403281434317300</id><published>2007-10-24T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:21:17.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh?</title><content type='html'>This evening I was retrieving messages from home voice mail and there was a message for The Wife that said "it is affirmative that you call today." WTF?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3127403281434317300?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3127403281434317300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3127403281434317300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3127403281434317300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3127403281434317300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/10/eh.html' title='Eh?'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3109533128985825917</id><published>2007-10-18T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:42:10.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake Wrangler</title><content type='html'>I am the mighty snake wrangler.  On Friday The Wife and I were getting ready to leave for 5 days on Martha's Vineyard with the MOH and her family (PreppyMan, Minime, WeeXman) and I needed to get something from the basement.  Upon descending the stairs I noticed that the snake had made his way across the basement and was far away from both sump pits but under some shelves.  I did my new trick of tapping the floor with a stick (this time the squeegee) and determined that the snake was indeed still alive.  I decided it was time to remove the snake.  I put on my leather gloves and used the squeegee to bring the snake out into the open.  I scared myself at that point because I looked at the shape of the snake's head and decided it could be poisonous.  I couldn't grab the snake behind its head so I pinned it down with the squeegee (the snake did NOT like that) and managed to get ahold of it.  I carried it upstairs (all the while it was trying to bite me and I was glad I had put on the gloves).  The Wife bravely held the door open and I took the snake out and released him into our front yard. Hopefully he won't come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3109533128985825917?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3109533128985825917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3109533128985825917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3109533128985825917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3109533128985825917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/10/snake-wrangler.html' title='Snake Wrangler'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2684327609824493664</id><published>2007-10-07T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:45:04.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelieveable</title><content type='html'>This will not seem like such a big deal to those of you who don't know me in reality but I just bought 2 &lt;a href="http://www.junonia.com/detail.htm?sid=396065&amp;tl=1&amp;ldid=56&amp;sdid=87"&gt;suits&lt;/a&gt; (separates really) and 4 &lt;a href="http://www.junonia.com/detail.htm?sid=396019&amp;tl=1&amp;ldid=&amp;sdid="&gt;shirts&lt;/a&gt; to go with them.  I did this after discovering at my co-workers wedding that the waistband on the pants of my silk suit was shot.  I have business travel coming up over the next several months and I need stuff to wear.  I was agonizing over the purchase and The Wife declared that she was sick of my old suits and I must buy new ones.  She also declared that in the Spring I will be buying new warm weather business attire.  I have owned these suits since I started working in my current profession and that was 10+ years ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was fine.  The priest was obsessed with celibacy and wouldn't shut up during his homily.  It was almost 90 out and the church was not air conditioned.  There was also a heroin bust in the parking lot during the wedding. We walked out to discover several police officers searching the weeds along the parking lot for the heroin that had been dumped.  We then saw a handcuffed guy whose car was getting searched and 4 police cars in the midst of an arrest at a gas station.  All in the 2 miles from church to reception site. The Bride and Groom taped a cute (and very brief) video and then they had childhood and more recent photos on a loop.  We sat with a group of the Groom's childhood friends and their spouses and another couple from our town.  The food was good and the music was set at a level so you could talk during dinner.  We left about 9 PM because The Wife needed to change her meds (and we wanted to watch the Phillies game.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not spent any significant time in Pittsburgh as an adult.  Yesterday I took a walk.  The riverfront (Allegheny River) is awesome.  I walked from our hotel across the Roberto Clemente Bridge to PNC park (and the statue of Roberto Clemente). PNC Park was open so I wandered in and had a look at the field.  Note to self: Must attend baseball game there sometime.  Then I went down the stairs to the river front and walked along the river to Heinz Field.  Up the steps and back (in the shade) towards PNC park, the bridge, and the hotel.  There was a regatta taking place so there were people and shells all over the place.  I would have hung around if I had more time.  The Wife and I also had a very good dinner on Friday night at a restaurant called "Christos."  It was a hole in the wall tucked in between two other restaurants but it was such a find.  Really great authentic Greek food at a low price.  We both had greek salads, hummus and pita, and The Wife had Kreatospita (sp?) with veggies and I had a greek sampler platter with gyro, tzatziki, pita, grape leaves, and rice pilaf. The owner of Christos cooked for Jackie Onasis for 2 years when she lived in Greece and created a dessert for her so I had that.  It was great.  Hard to describe because the description doesn't do it justice.  Just YUM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2684327609824493664?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2684327609824493664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2684327609824493664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2684327609824493664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2684327609824493664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/10/unbelieveable.html' title='Unbelieveable'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5934093841819203758</id><published>2007-10-05T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:11:25.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>Today The Wife and I are off to Pittsburgh for a wedding.  I've never been a big fan of weddings (probably because most of my early experiences with weddings were the extremely boring weddings of my MUCH older cousins AND it involved getting dressed up and wearing dresses.)  I'm having mixed feelings about this wedding.  It requires a long drive but I have the day off so we can go early. I know both bride and groom (I work with the groom) but not anyone else who is attending the wedding.  I have to get dressed up but I  have a nice silk suit I can wear.  I hate the way the silk suit looks on me and there is no but.  Many things come down to that.  I don't want to go because I have to wear clothes I don't think I look good in.  The other day I went to get the mail in a white T-shirt and my comfy knit pants and I felt like Marlon Brando as Stanley Kowalski.  I'm going to feel like Tony Curtis in "Some Like It Hot" on Saturday.  I need a tailor (and lots of money.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5934093841819203758?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5934093841819203758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5934093841819203758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5934093841819203758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5934093841819203758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/10/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7290783519187358609</id><published>2007-10-01T22:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:43:42.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake update</title><content type='html'>There is no update.  I am afraid to go into the basement to see if the snake is still there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7290783519187358609?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7290783519187358609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7290783519187358609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7290783519187358609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7290783519187358609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/10/snake-update.html' title='Snake update'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-760296067667985112</id><published>2007-10-01T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:42:57.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Go Phillies!</title><content type='html'>The Phillies have won the NL East for the first time since 1993.  The Mets had the worst collapse by any team by losing a 6.5 game lead with 17 games to play (I think it was the worst, if not worst, it was close.)  Jimmy Rollins looks like a damned prophet now.  I can't wait for Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-760296067667985112?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/760296067667985112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=760296067667985112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/760296067667985112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/760296067667985112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-phillies.html' title='Go Phillies!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1968478736388167750</id><published>2007-09-27T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:55:24.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAKE!</title><content type='html'>This evening I went into the basement to check a breaker and got a little side tracked.  When I got to the bottom of the stairs I looked over at the sump pit and I saw something lying next to it that looked like the power cord to the pump.  But that was still plugged in 4 ft above the pit.  As I walked closer I realized that it was a snake (oooooooo, aaaaaa, snake in the house) but I wasn't sure it was alive.  Must find stick, must poke snake with stick (crap that's a stupid idea).  Realized that perhaps I might not want to poke snake, even if it was an itty bitty snake.  So I put the stick near the snake and tapped the floor.  Snake stuck his tongue out at me.  Ok snake is alive.  Now what?  &lt;br /&gt;The Wife calls down "Did you reset the breaker?"  &lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, something else caught my eye."  &lt;br /&gt;TW: "What?"  &lt;br /&gt;Me: "A snake." &lt;br /&gt;TW: SHREIK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I must ponder what to do I go reset the breaker and then go back to deal with the snake, which is, of course, gone.  Tiptoe over to sump pit, see snake slither into recesses of the pit, making large butch lesbian practically fall over backwards.  This snake is about as big around as the power cord on my laptop.  It could maybe give me a good pinch and yet I'm completely freaked it is in my house.  Oy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next week for further adventures with the snake (I hope not....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1968478736388167750?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1968478736388167750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1968478736388167750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1968478736388167750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1968478736388167750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/09/snake.html' title='SNAKE!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-4312449508241625979</id><published>2007-09-15T21:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:15:25.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Work continues to kick my butt.  I have great intentions to blog something every day but I just keep getting side tracked.  I am happy to report that I just got a Nintendo DS for free.  I saved Coke rewards points for over a year but it was worthwhile.  Lots of people at work know that I save them so they give them to me when they open a new case of soda at work.  My father-in-law also saves them for me.  He recently brought me 20+ caps from bottles of soda that he and the mother-in-law drank during the 6 weeks they were at their house in North Carolina.  If there is anyone else out there who would like to send me Coke rewards codes they will be happily accepted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-4312449508241625979?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/4312449508241625979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=4312449508241625979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/4312449508241625979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/4312449508241625979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-9165461856910176170</id><published>2007-08-26T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T17:48:32.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Grilled Pizza</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;a href="http://foodiefarmgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Foodie Farmgirl's &lt;/a&gt;entry about pizza and that reminded me that The Wife and I have been perfecting grilled pizza over the past several weeks.  We have been buying frozen pizza dough from the local bakery or Italian deli.  In the Winter we make our own dough but in the summer it is just easier to buy it.  We roll it out, put it on an oiled pizza screen, and then put it on a pre-heated gas grill for 5 minutes.  Then we pull it off (the screen makes everything easier), oil the top, flip the dough, spread fresh tomatoes (seeded, put through a food mill, lightly salted, and drained for 30 minutes), shredded mozzarella (not fresh, it releases too much whey in cooking), and prosciutto on it and return it to the grill for another 8 minutes.  Very tasty and you don't heat up your kitchen when it is 95 out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course if you are a giant dumbass like yours truly you do the following things wrong with each successive pizza - the first one you don't cook long enough on either side.  The next one you oil the top after flipping it - which causes tomato juices and cheese whey to gather on the top of the pizza. The next one is a giant dome when you open the grill after cooking on the first side and you forget to oil the top and flip the pizza (I think I forgot to flip it over as I was rolling it out which was why we got the giant dome).  So tonight I shall try to remember all of the steps in the right order.  I remembered to drain the tomatoes ahead of time, I remembered to take the dough out to warm up before using it (it rolls out better that way) so at the moment I am on the right track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-9165461856910176170?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/9165461856910176170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=9165461856910176170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9165461856910176170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/9165461856910176170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/08/grilled-pizza.html' title='Grilled Pizza'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-4456472849143239266</id><published>2007-08-22T16:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T16:59:45.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not as much of a freak as I thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; padding: 6px; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; color: black; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;You Are 48% Strange!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are a bit strange, though still more normal than strange.  You definitely have some quirks, don't get me wrong.  But you aren't exactly freaking out old ladies on the street.  It's okay though, you've got a healthy mixture of strangeness and normality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/how_strange_are_you_1" style="color: blue;"&gt;How Strange Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/" style="color: blue;"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-4456472849143239266?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/4456472849143239266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=4456472849143239266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/4456472849143239266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/4456472849143239266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-as-much-of-freak-as-i-thought.html' title='Not as much of a freak as I thought.'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-252667262903865607</id><published>2007-08-19T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:04:06.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CSA'/><title type='text'>Waiting for rain</title><content type='html'>I am sitting her waiting (and hoping) for it to rain. Quite pathetic really.  The grass is brown and crunchy, the apple trees are droopy (we did water them using our "&lt;a href="http://www.treegatordirect.com/shop/treegator_junior.html"&gt;Tree Gators&lt;/a&gt;"), and the leaves on the sycamore trees are already changing color and dropping off the trees.  On the other hand, at the CSA (Community-supported agriculture) farm we belong to the warm, dry weather has given us a much better harvest than last year.  They can deal with little to no rain through drip irrigation.  Too much rain (like last year) results in crops rotting in the ground.  Last week, among other things, I picked up 8 pounds of tomatoes (yellow, orange, and red).  I am going to make sauce today.  I highly recommend joining a CSA if you have one near you. You get high-quality local organic (generally) produce (often in varieties you won't get at the store), you help the farmers make a living, keep land in agricultural use, and learn about cooking with vegetables.  The CSA we belong to also requires 8 hours of farm work per share per season.  This year I have helped with the garlic and onion harvests and helped "renovate" the strawberry patch.  I will complete our hours (I'm doing them all this year because of The Wife's recent health issues) this week.  Because a share is really too much for 2 people to eat we are going to share a share with some friends next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-252667262903865607?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/252667262903865607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=252667262903865607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/252667262903865607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/252667262903865607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting-for-rain.html' title='Waiting for rain'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8065921336812838963</id><published>2007-08-19T10:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T10:47:54.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocker: I'm a science/math geek</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Science/Math Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 93%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;(Absolute Insane Laughter as you pour toxic chemicals into a foaming tub of death!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you aren't this extreme, but you're in league with the crazy scientists/mathmeticians of today. Very few people have the talent of math and science is something takes a lot of brains as well. Thank whosever God you worship, or don't worship, so thank no deity whatsoever in your case, for you people! Most of us would have died off without your help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Literature Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 89%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Social Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 61%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Gamer/Computer Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 49%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Musician&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 42%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Drama Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Anime Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 4%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Artistic Nerd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_be_your_nerd_type"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Be Your Nerd Type?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quizzes for MySpace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8065921336812838963?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8065921336812838963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8065921336812838963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8065921336812838963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8065921336812838963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/08/shocker-im-sciencemath-geek.html' title='Shocker: I&apos;m a science/math geek'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6763988673938920901</id><published>2007-08-12T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T20:57:27.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Highly educated clueless wonders</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me (or who have read the archives of the booger blog) know that last year I had recurrent endometrial cancer and was treated with high-dose internal radiation.  I'm fine now but I have frequent follow up with both the GYN-oncologist and the radiation oncologist.  I had a biopsy in May and it was clear and last week I had what I thought would be my last follow up (that is another entry altogether) with the radiation oncologist.  Because it is a teaching hospital the radiation oncologist came with an entourage of radiation oncology Fellow, intern, and nurse.  After declaring that it looked "all nice and pink in there" I got to have not one but two internal exams.  Ok fellas, I don't give a good god damn if it is a teaching hospital but next time I'll be damned if I let two of you do internal exams.  I will tell you to get the fuck away from me.  I am NOT here for you to use as a learning tool.  I was also really irritated with the Fellow for making the statement when I said that I thought part of their training should be to be in my position (they were running an hour late and I'd been sitting in a room without my drawers for at least 15 minutes)it's different for us.  Anyway we see the prostate cancers in the morning.  I completely slammed him and told him no, you see patients with prostate cancer in the morning.  Jackass.  Just writing about it pisses me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6763988673938920901?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6763988673938920901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6763988673938920901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6763988673938920901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6763988673938920901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/08/highly-educated-clueless-wonders.html' title='Highly educated clueless wonders'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5332638562319308010</id><published>2007-08-01T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:17:35.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>heh, DORK!</title><content type='html'>Recently I moved to an office with a window that looks out over our parking lot.  Yesterday I was chatting with a co-worker when another co-worker stuck his head in the door.  He said "the FedEx guy is lifting weights in his truck." Of course, this caused all of us to zoom over to my window to observe the dork in his natural habitat.  The FedEx guy was sitting sideways in the driver's seat doing bicep curls with a 15 or 20 lb weight.  We aren't sure if he saw us watching him but he was smiling broadly.  He was parked directly across from the front door of the office so the receptionist had to be able to see him.  I sincerely doubt he was trying to impress her, unless he has a thing for grandmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5332638562319308010?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5332638562319308010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5332638562319308010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5332638562319308010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5332638562319308010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/08/heh-dork.html' title='heh, DORK!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2792721376446621740</id><published>2007-07-27T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:02:22.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enstein Bros. Bagels: Thai Chicken with Peanut Spread Sandwich</title><content type='html'>Because there is nothing else going on in my life that I can blog about I decided to review my lunch.  Once you pick yourself up off the floor from the excitement of it all, here's what I think about the Einstein Bros. Bagels Thai Chicken with Peanut Spread Sandwich.  In a word: Eh.  Absolutely no peanut taste, too much soy and chili.  The chicken was cold but did appear to be an actual chicken breast - warm would be better, the asian slaw and cukes is a nice change from the basic lettuce and tomato, but the sauce?  Completely uninspired.  Of course, what can I expect from a chain bagel place you say?  Well, their sandwiches are usually tastier than this one.  The challah roll was also not particularly fresh, also a surprise as this place normally has very fresh bagels and rolls. I do like that I can get fruit salad in place of chips, potato salad, or pasta salad but it irks me that they charge me an extra $.50 for half a cup of fruit.  It used to be included. So a fairly disappointing lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2792721376446621740?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2792721376446621740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2792721376446621740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2792721376446621740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2792721376446621740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/07/enstein-bros-bagels-thai-chicken-with.html' title='Enstein Bros. Bagels: Thai Chicken with Peanut Spread Sandwich'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6177985453921490549</id><published>2007-07-13T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:08:56.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh, SNORT!</title><content type='html'>Today I made someone snort.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the groomer to change the time of the poochie's beauty appointment.  I said "Hi.  I'm calling about Sweet Pea, the manic poodle's appointment" and I heard the groomer snort on the other end of the phone. Made me feel good bringing laughter to the world with my snark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6177985453921490549?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6177985453921490549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6177985453921490549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6177985453921490549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6177985453921490549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/07/heh-snort.html' title='Heh, SNORT!'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1681692686463477372</id><published>2007-06-28T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:48:36.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanest Country on Earth</title><content type='html'>I am currently on a business trip to Switzerland.  In addition to being ridculously expensive (internet access is running me about $30 a day, in contrast in a similar US hotel it would be $10 and include unlimited phone access), Switzerland is the cleanest country on earth.  Even the train station bathrooms are clean.  Everyone also seems to speak about 15 languages which makes me feel like a complete clod.  They don't even bother to speak to me in German, they just launch into English. You truly can set your watch by the trains.  Today the train I was taking was late - 3 minutes late and it was listed as such on the arrivals screen.  My hotel is outside of Zurich but there is a tram stop practically in front of the hotel (and there is a bus stop in front of the hotel), the hotel sells tram tickets, and has photocopies of the schedule available plus a schedule posted outside the hotel.  They make it so easy.  Gas is about $5.70 a gallon but in many cases you don't need to drive because the public transportation system is so good.  This morning at breakfast they had newspapers in at least 4 languages including 2 in English.  You are lucky if you can get more than USA Today in most US hotels.  The breakfast buffet was labeled in both German and English.  Not being able to read the menu is the thing I hate most about international travel.  I have a great fear of ordering something nasty like sauteed brains in butter sauce.  Speaking of food, I went shopping for chocolate today.  The varieties were staggering.  Milk, dark in all levels of cacao, any filling you could want.  So hard to choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1681692686463477372?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1681692686463477372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1681692686463477372&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1681692686463477372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1681692686463477372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/cleanest-country-on-earth.html' title='Cleanest Country on Earth'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1079014902773766777</id><published>2007-06-23T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:20:28.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Paree</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm off for a week in Paris and Zurich for business.  This is probably my longest business trip ever.  It is especially difficult to go because The Wife has been in the hospital for 17 days and is coming home tomorrow...after I leave for the airport.  She's also coming home on a milrinone pump and isn't allowed to drive.  Yes, I feel like a schmuck.  I've also been having Crackberry(TM) problems and fortunately my IT guys are great and they've been helping me work through it but it still isn't fixed (it's been showing "activation 0% for over an hour).  Frustrating.  July 1 can't come fast enough. Then I have a week off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1079014902773766777?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1079014902773766777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1079014902773766777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1079014902773766777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1079014902773766777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/gay-paree.html' title='Gay Paree'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1564955324568274070</id><published>2007-06-22T15:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:07:12.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poochie Prose</title><content type='html'>My co-worker received the note below from her dog who is staying with Grandma and Grandpa while said co-worker is traveling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mommy,&lt;br /&gt;I really, really miss you.  I've been a very busy girl.  I love to run around the yard, and my stick collection is growing by the day.  The only thing is that the really fat sticks that I found, I have stripped the bark off of, and now they keep breaking when I give them to Judy to tug.  We have lots of little pieces all around the yard.&lt;br /&gt;On Mondy night, I decided NOT to follow Judy &amp; John upstairs to bed......Judy had to pull me by the collar, and John had to push my butt to go up the stairs to sleep.   Then I went under the bed a little bit, and spent the night.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Judy &amp; Nana went out to dinner &amp; I went right into my crate like a good girl.. When they got home, I ate dinner and then Judy took out a tray to polish her nails in the den, but I got real scared of that tray and ran and hid in the screen room next to the refrigerator, and made myself into a tiny little ball (this is 9 month old Chocolate Lab...) so no one could see me.  Then Judy came &lt;br /&gt;to get me after 2 hours, and I ran into my crate and wouldn't even come out when  Judy gave me a Frosty Paws, and a Meaty Bone.  When she let me out to pee at 9 o'clock, I ran into the woods and hid real good so she wouldn't find me.  I only came out when judy brought out my leash and offered to take me for a walk.  (She looked real funny walking me in her slippers and nightgown).  When we got back, I really didn't want to go back in the yard and house, so I tried to stand my ground, but Judy pulled me into the house.  Then I hid behind the couch in the living room (she couldn't find me for a long time, ha, ha.) When it was time to go to bed, I flatly, absolutely refused to go upstairs!  No one could move me, because I am so strong.  So, I spent the night in my crate.  I think I am still really scared of &lt;br /&gt;that tray thing, even though she put it away.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am fine, well rested, and ready to greet the world.  I even stole the stocking off the vent in the screen room, and distributed all the lint all over the den so Judy would have to vacuum before she went to work.  It was real fun, because Judy didn't know what it was for about 5 minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;I hope you are missing me a little bit.  Have a safe trip to Chicago, and bring me a present.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Zoey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1564955324568274070?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1564955324568274070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1564955324568274070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1564955324568274070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1564955324568274070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/poochie-prose.html' title='Poochie Prose'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2353983401278923730</id><published>2007-06-17T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:47:23.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>-Why does getting behind the wheel of an XTerra make people drive so fucking slow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why does lettuce smell so nasty when it goes bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why is there nothing on I want to watch when I sit down to watch TV but a hundred things I would like to watch when I'm turning off the TV to go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why do weeds grow so well in my garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why can't I win the lottery?  I have lots of good ideas of what I could use the money for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2353983401278923730?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2353983401278923730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2353983401278923730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2353983401278923730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2353983401278923730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-5600343489219313493</id><published>2007-06-15T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:10:16.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roses'/><title type='text'>Any rose gardeners out there?</title><content type='html'>My roses look like crap this year.  The shrub rose has some fungal disease.  I've been spraying it since I noticed (in fact, that is one of the things on my list for tomorrow) but it doesn't seem to be doing any good.  The "Amazing Grace" rose has something wrong with the blooms - they are all brown around the edges and inside the flowers is all nasty and brown.  I am most definitely not channeling my grandmother this year.  Her roses were awesome and I really wish I had taken an interest in gardening when she was alive.  I inherited her gardening books but I wish I had her to ask.  Anyone care to offer some advice?r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-5600343489219313493?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/5600343489219313493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=5600343489219313493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5600343489219313493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/5600343489219313493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/any-rose-gardeners-out-there.html' title='Any rose gardeners out there?'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1638565702326280171</id><published>2007-06-15T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:06:00.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug Zapper</title><content type='html'>The next door neighbors have installed a bug zapper.  When sitting on the deck I can hear it dispatching bugs. The dog does not like it at all.  She thinks she needs to defend us against it.  Lovely.  One more thing for her to bark at in the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1638565702326280171?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1638565702326280171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1638565702326280171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1638565702326280171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1638565702326280171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/bug-zapper.html' title='Bug Zapper'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8784646966126936293</id><published>2007-06-15T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T21:40:59.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm, now what?</title><content type='html'>The Wife is in the hospital and has been since last Thursday.  When The Wife is in the hospital (which is about an hour away) I am somewhat at loose ends.  I don't go to visit every day because of the distance and because I try to keep some semblance of the regular routine because I don't sleep well when The Wife is in the hospital and the further I get from the routine the worse it gets.  Nights like tonight are the hardest.  I finished up at work early and went to the hospital, hung out there for a about 2 hours, came home, let the dog out, fed the beasties, ate my dinner (I also stop cooking when The Wife is in the hospital), and now I don't quite know what to do.  I made a list of things I need to do tomorrow and Sunday, I'm staring at the laundry I still need to fold, I have the baseball game on but it's more for background noise (and the Phils just SUCK tonight...losing 12 to 4 at the moment), its too early for bed, and I don't know who to call (and I've spoken to my parents and my sister already today as well as the MOH).  I've been a complete slug in terms of exercise for the past 2 weeks but the last thing I want to do right now is go walk on the treadmill.  I wish there was a gay bar in town (there are some within 30 minutes but I don't want to drive that far and then have drinks) so I could go and have a drink in a comfortable environment.  I don't really care about the drink (I could have that here) but it would be nice to just sort of hang out with people without feeling a need to be a good conversationalist.  I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8784646966126936293?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8784646966126936293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8784646966126936293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8784646966126936293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8784646966126936293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/ummm-now-what.html' title='Ummm, now what?'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-724974641498343059</id><published>2007-06-06T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T14:57:09.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to scream</title><content type='html'>I have a fairly basic Crackberry (TM) through my job.  During my last business trip it became apparent that the CB was screwed up - it would ring but when answered no one was there.  I could still make outgoing calls.  When I got home I forgot about the problem because I don't get calls on the CB very often unless I'm travelling.  Then I was off one day and I got several calls where no one was there.  I tried to call back and couldn't (I ended up using my mother's cell phone.)  I called Cingular (now the NEW AT&amp;T....arrgghhh, their hold system is SO annoying) and they sent me a new phone after determining they couldn't fix the old one.  This was yesterday.  The new phone has turned itself off and locked up twice.  New phone, round 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-724974641498343059?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/724974641498343059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=724974641498343059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/724974641498343059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/724974641498343059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-to-scream.html' title='I want to scream'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-8881158491694357599</id><published>2007-06-05T12:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:41:08.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could they make me any MORE of a marginalized citizen?</title><content type='html'>Bush's appointee for &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2007/05/20070524-2.html"&gt;Surgeon General&lt;/a&gt; really pisses me off. They can't find someone who is conservative but not a completely anti-gay bigot?  This guy goes so far as to state that openly gay people should not even be able to JOIN the congregation of a Methodist church.  I'm living my life, not participating in some "lifestyle", whatever the hell that is.  Mostly I just want to be left alone to live my life the way I see fit which is not unlike what most other people in this country want.  Why is it so hard to just leave me be (oh and extend to me the same rights and priviledges that others take for granted?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-8881158491694357599?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/8881158491694357599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=8881158491694357599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8881158491694357599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/8881158491694357599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/could-they-make-me-any-more-of.html' title='Could they make me any MORE of a marginalized citizen?'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-7505514962309614826</id><published>2007-06-03T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:28:31.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange sensation</title><content type='html'>I had a brief business trip to Boston on Wednesday and Thursday.  My client has moved to the suburbs (they used to be in Cambridge) so the trip from the airport to the hotel was unfamiliar.  At one point I looked up from my Blackberry and absolutely no other vehicles were visible in the tunnel we were in.  I felt like I was in a sci-fi movie and the cab driver and I were the only people left in the world.  It went on for what felt like 5 minutes but was probably only 30 seconds.  Long enough for me to think about it and get completely freaked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-7505514962309614826?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/7505514962309614826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=7505514962309614826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7505514962309614826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/7505514962309614826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/strange-sensation.html' title='Strange sensation'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-2458762775379322473</id><published>2007-06-03T13:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:25:27.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Pink Postcard</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, I finally received the news that my biopsy was "normal."  However, it came in the form of a folded over pink postcard that read "We are pleased to inform you that your recent &lt;strong&gt;pap smear&lt;/strong&gt; was normal." (bold is mine)  Of course, I didn't have a pap smear, I had an endometrial biopsy.  Couldn't someone take the 10 seconds to cross off pap smear and write in endometrial biopsy?  Attention physicians: this type of minor effort is important to your patients and while we know you didn't send the card we do hold you responsible for the contents.  I'm going to take the card with me when I see my gyn-onc in 5 months and point out the obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-2458762775379322473?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/2458762775379322473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=2458762775379322473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2458762775379322473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/2458762775379322473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/06/pink-postcard.html' title='Pink Postcard'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-3293612785477376683</id><published>2007-05-27T10:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:02:27.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Still no news on the biopsy.  I used to consider this good news but the last time (when I got the diagnosis of recurrent endometrial CA) I had convinced myself that no news was good news and I got slapped upside the head.  My parents are visiting for the long weekend.  We are having a generally good visit.  I can't help myself from getting into politics with my mother and it's just pointless.  The woman also cannot bring herself to call my wedding a wedding.  She has to think about it and then she usually spits out "party", "event", or in a generally good improvement on Friday she managed "commitment ceremony."  She also now admits that being heterosexual and able to have children doesn't make you a good parent and that many gay people are good parents.  However, she couldn't manage to agree with me that The Wife and I would have made good parents, which leads me to believe that she doesn't think we would have.  It's hard to hear (even upspoken) that your own mother doesn't think you would be a good parent.  Anyway its a moot point as The Wife and I will never have kids and the dog seems perfectly happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-3293612785477376683?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/3293612785477376683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=3293612785477376683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3293612785477376683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/3293612785477376683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/05/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-1622097286057723617</id><published>2007-05-16T13:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T10:42:15.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Flapping in the breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;Yesterday, I sat for an hour awaiting the arrival of my doctor.&amp;nbsp; I was not wearing pants.&amp;nbsp; All of the necessary instruments etc for my endometrial biopsy were carefully laid out on the counter next to me.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say it was an excruciating wait, almost worse than the biopsy itself.&amp;nbsp; I hate those fuckers and I&amp;#8217;ve had one about every 4 months for 5 years.&amp;nbsp; With luck, this one was the last.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-1622097286057723617?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/1622097286057723617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=1622097286057723617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1622097286057723617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/1622097286057723617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/05/flapping-in-breeze.html' title='Flapping in the breeze'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21937374.post-6298583095761162188</id><published>2007-05-14T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:41:00.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HAPPY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;My office is finally getting decent coffee. We are getting &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:PlaceName  w:st="on"&gt;Green&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:PlaceType w:st="on"&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; K-cups and a brewer.&amp;nbsp; I no longer have to buy my own coffee (The Wife gave me a six-month supply of Kona coffee pods for Christmas and I just got my last one on Friday.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;MMMMMM, caffeine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face=Arial&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;BR&gt; ______________________________________________________________________&lt;BR&gt; This email has been scanned by the MessageLabs Email Security System.&lt;BR&gt; For more information please visit http://www.messagelabs.com/email &lt;BR&gt; ______________________________________________________________________&lt;BR&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21937374-6298583095761162188?l=spaceboogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/feeds/6298583095761162188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21937374&amp;postID=6298583095761162188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6298583095761162188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21937374/posts/default/6298583095761162188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceboogers.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-happy-day.html' title='OH HAPPY DAY'/><author><name>Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08734210914886687068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
