Take two thick slices of Noonie's day old bread, smear Honey Cup honey mustard
liberally over both. Cover both slices with green leaf lettuce. Then on one slice only lay smoked turkey on the lettuce,
a tomato slice on the turkey and sprinkle it with shredded carrot. Then on the lay a slice of provolone cheese over the
carrot then a green pepper ring on top of the cheese. Sprikle with sprouts. Cover with the other slice, lettuce side down.
The letuce should be stuck to the bread with honey mustard so it doesn't fall off when you turn it upside down to cover the
sandwich. Slice sandwich in half with a knife. Wrap in tightly in plastic wrap. Use too much wrap. Tape on label. Tadaaa!
Weighs one pound. Costs Four Bucks.
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Again I got nuthin’. The blog has just seemed less important to me lately. All I got now is ennui and melancholia. Everyone dies and virtually all are forgotten. A million Tibetans here, A million Armenians there. What’s difference?
I have to be honest with you. I’ve been afraid to fly since the summer of 1997 when I watched the horror of the crash of Korea 007 in Guam while in a state of delirium, brought on by a severe ear infection in Austin temperatures for several days. The news had shots of the wreckage burning at night. I told myself I’d never fly again and bought the lie for nine years, until last week when I flew to New York.
Now I just feel strangely numb. There happened to be an interview with the same soldier who raped and murdered that fourteen year old Iraqi girl, written before the crime occurred. In it he told the reporter that he had come to Iraq because he wanted to kill people. Pure and simple. He said before coming to Iraq, he had built killing someone up as some big thing in his mind. He said the now that he had been to Iraq and killed people, he considered it no big deal. I think I feel the same way about flying. However with flying, this feeling is healthy and positive. With killing, it certainly is not.
So whatever. Things are getting tougher, what with Koko’s onset of "the terrible twos" and the Poopsie preggers, and all. Remember "My Favorite Year?" Try "My Favorite Trimester." I mean I’m sorry but blogging is lame and stupid. Do me a favor and "Get a life will you people?!" William Shatner is not impressed. I’m sick of this shit and I don’t have anything to say right now.
But still about one hundred of you people come check BP every day (ok, seventy five without the worldwide hits from people looking for pictures of Mr. T.) So this is the update. I hope you’re happy. You people are weird. From studying my site meter statistics, I know there’s a small but insane mix of people who read this blog regularly, so I feel some responsibility to update it.
I wish I could be more like Brian Brown. Look at iburlington. The same ‘need audio video of Douglas press’ has been top story forever. And still I keep my link up and I always will. Assuming there hasn’t been a tragedy, iB must give so little of a shit. Please believe me when I tell you that's my goal. Brian Brown’s the originator.
Now leave me alone until I write something else. Bah!
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"Nature is no sentimentalist, -- does not cosset or pamper us. We must see that the world is rough and surly, and will not mind drowning a man or a woman; but swallows your ship like a grain of dust. The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple. The diseases, the elements, fortune, gravity, lightning, respect no persons. The way of Providence is a little rude."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson