Folks, do I have a wicked bad case of writers block, or what? I know that you're supposed to get through it by...um...writing, but I really haven't been able to. I've sat down and started posts probably ten times in the last month and haven't been able to come up with anything. I start and then maybe a paragraph in delete it all and log out.

I'm not doing that this time though, nope, I'm going to write something and post it.

The problem has mostly been that things have just pretty much sucked lately.

Business has sucked, my love life is non-existent....my life is non-existent...and I've done a lot of soul searching lately and I haven't really liked a lot of what I've come up with. I did decide that I'm probably an atheist (blame Ricky Gervais), so "soul" searching isn't really appropriate. I guess it was just taking stock.

And now I'm running out of steam. I will say a couple of things though:

1. If someone states that they really like the Green Hornet movie with Seth Rogen just know that they are not a friend and they probably mean to do you harm. Seth Rogen should be punched by David "The Hayemaker" Haye until I get tired for what he did to the Green Hornet. I walked out after 40 minutes and only stayed that long to save face and to finish my popcorn.

2. Castle is a great TV show. Watch it.

There was actually something else, but now I can't remember.

Please note that I am not drunk and thanks for tuning in. See ya in March.

Happy New Year to all my blogging friends. One of my resolutions this year, and frankly probably the first to be abandoned, is to write more often.
But, since it's not 2011 here in Nuevo Mexico I'm going to open another High Life, make myself a sammich, and sit on the couch with the dogs and watch some TV.
Happy New Year to you all.

Cafe Thanksgiving Pics

Thought I'd share a few pics from our Thanksgiving, I hope everyone had a wonderful day.

The Spread

The Friends

The Entertainment

Great movie, by the way.

Well, I was going to try to write something tonight...something about how things with Sam just aren't developing, and how I'm starting to think that they never will, and how that's probably for the best anyway...

or something about how I was ready to drown my old Italian lady prep cook in the dish sink yesterday and how that made me feel like an absolute douche and how I dealt with that feeling in the time-honored tradition of heavy drinking...

or something about how fucking tired I am and how sometimes I wish I'd just stayed a cop and how...

never mind.

Fact is that I don't have anyone to vent to. I just really miss having someone to come home to, to have somebody to listen to, somebody who will in turn listen to me, somebody to make me a fucking sandwich every once in a while.

More Tegan and Sara

Can't stop listening to this one right now..."Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at..."

Love that.

Rocks

T, should you show up, I'll fix you breakfast anytime. I cook better slightly drunk, so you might want to take me drinking first.

M, only real cream is offered for coffee at my place and I would love to visit with you over several cups.

J, biscuits and gravy...hmmmm...well, biscuits are a bit like scones in texture, they are usually round, but sometimes square, and gravy is just a word we use for sauce. There's an old joke that goes something like,

Q: What's the difference between gravy and sauce?
A: About $15 dollars.

And that's pretty true. Cream gravy is basically just a bechamel sauce...flour, butter and milk with a little salt and pepper.
Sausage gravy is about the same with the addition of crumbled breakfast sausage. Fry up your sausage, then make a roux with the grease and add milk, finish with salt and pepper.
Chocolate gravy is a southern thing. I grew up eating it and the little bit of research I've done on the subject indicates that it originated in eastern Kentucky and Tennessee and the western Carolinas. I make it with cocoa powder, flour and sugar and a bit of vanilla and salt. My grandma made it with Nestle Quick. It is nothing short of amazing served over a hot, well-buttered biscuit.