Pacificapocalypse

These were the lazy salad days… warm gentle breezes, crickets chirping in the twilight as Mother and I sipped lemonade on the porch.

Bullshit.

It’s freaking cold out there!
So here we are with another Xmas about to blow it’s festive load all over us. Good times. Unfortunately, my employer has decided that they need to remain open for business (of which there will be none) the day after Xmas, which throws a monkey wrench into the whole visiting the various fams for the holidays road travel extravaganza. Meh, we’ll make it work somehow. So here’s my checklist so far:

• Gifts: all done
• Gifts to wrap: three left to go
• Current mood: suspicious with a hint of ennui
• Currently listening to: Joy Division unreleased Christmas Album bootleg. Ok I made up that last part.

Anyway it’s damn slow in the office and I can tell it’s going to be a very long day.

New Ink!

Finally! Two weekends ago I said screw it and Court and I went and got new ink. Jeff at Lyle Tuttle was able to get us in on a moments notice, so tip o’ the hat to him for that.
I decided to work the chem geek/foodie angle and came up with this -

Don’t waste too much skull sweat trying to figure it out; unless you’re a BioChem freak (or SuperFreak – I’m looking at you Atek) then you might not recognize the chemical diagram for 8-methyl-N-vanillyl-6-nonenamide, or more commonly known as capsaicin, the burny goodness in chili peppers.
I’m not going to say what Court got done until i can get a good picture of it, so guess away.

Oh yeah and I asked Court to marry me last Wednesday.
So yeah, it’s been an interesting two weeks.