Screw steampunk. Now, atompunk – that sounds like my style!

I’d like to try Space Beer.

My sister sent me a link to this news story about President Bush phoning a dozen servicemen in Iraq to wish them each a happy Thanksgiving. One of them was Dave Mickem, who was in my class in high school. I had no idea he was over there. (Upon second thought though, I seem to remember him saying something about joining the Army.) Anyway, best wishes and stay safe, Dave.

Note to self: When a Bulgarian invites you out to beer, you say YES! The highlight of my night: “The guy who invented Tetris? I knew him.” NO. WAY. In my world, that’s like saying you knew Edison or Tesla.

Roger Ebert rants about Ben Stein’s stupid “Intelligent Design” documentary. I especially like the newspaper cartoon he reprints at the bottom. Has anyone else noticed that Ebert’s output has become increasingly erratic – and AWESOME – this year? I especially liked the really long ode to his rice cooker. He’s really getting into the blogging since the TV show ended.

Curries = good
I went out for Indian food last night with some of my co-workers. Yum! I went for the “Royal Feast,” which doesn’t appear to be on the website menu. There was chicken tikka, seekh kebab, vegetable samosas, onion pakoras, then a giant plate of lamb Biryani Hyderabadi. (I ended up taking half of it home for the Snook.) Then I had two little delicious goulab jamun for dessert.

Today I just found out that one of my Indian co-workers’ wives maintains an Indian recipe blog. Neat!

While I deplore the idea of mindless perpetuating a silly Internet meme… HOMEMADE BACON MAGIC SHELL. I would totally try that. (Link courtesy of not martha.)

I see London, I see France…
The sun was shining this morning so I happily resolved to finally wear my pretty new sundress to work. I put it on and twirled before the mirror–and suddenly realized there was a slight problem. The dress was thinner than I thought, and my legs were glaring through just like Princess Diana’s. Oops! And truth be told – this will horrify my Grandmother – I don’t actually own any slips anymore. So the dress went back into the closet until I can procure some proper undergarments. I’m glad I caught it before I left the house!