Code Monkey Happy Ninja Banana Surprise!

I planned for a higher level of food shopping this past week and took my happy hungry butt straight to Whole Foods. I like Whole Foods. To a point. I know that every business has to make money to stay in business. I also know that there are times when the ratio of bullshit to price point is clearly evident. There are prime examples of this at a place like Whole Foods. At the same time, if I want fish that isn’t already smelling “fishy” (a clear sign of aging and bad processing) then I gotta go to Whole Foods. I can actually find non-dyed salmon at Whole Foods. Not at Jewel. Which is sad, because I live right above Jewel, and I love that. I will continue to PAY for the convenience of walking all of 150 yards to get groceries. Hell, if I put a drill on my helmet and did a nose dive from my balcony, I think I could directly hit the meat and poultry section. And then sell myself in pieces. (Barbeque’d Billy! Git yer barbequuuuuuue’d Billy right now!)

All that to say – I was able to cook like I really LIKE to cook. And… it’s sunny out more these days and it’s sorta kinda if you look for it spring (ish), and so I’m in that gear again. The Happy Cook™ gear. w00t!

And if you’re wondering, what’s pictured is the first batch of Alaskan Halibut (I think Alaskan) on a bed of long rice with sautéed portobello mushrooms, roasted herb potatoes and blanched carrots and broccoli. Yum and done!

FYI – you want good rice cooked perfect everytime? (unless, of course, you choose to be COMPLETELY human and set it up wrong) I highly suggest getting a rice cooker from a company who knows what they’re doing. Yep – that’d be a Japanese rice cooker, by Zojirushi. I got this one over a year ago, and let me just say I LOVE IT. I get sushi rice perfect, white rice, brown rice, mixed rice, you name it. The thing cooks it to a tee. And, being oh so Japanese, when I push the button to start it cooking, it plays a melody. It plays the first line of “Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star”. Yep. Puts the rice “to sleep” before it cooks it dead. So apparently, every time I use my rice cooker, I’m diminishing the population of the Rice People™ by hundreds every time. Those Rice People™, them there’s a tasty treat!

I think I gotta eat again, I’m kinda hazy in the head. HA!

HAPPPYYYYYY FRRRIIIIDDDDDDAAAAAYYYYYY!!!!

And because it’s Friday, I’m going to give you every reason NOT to work today. It’s called Hulu. I like it just as much, if not better than YouTube. See… YouTube is awesome. It’s the power of the people (peep hole?) and it’s quick, quite often funny, very often unique, and almost always creative. I give props for people being able to do things I wouldn’t or can’t do, or having the balls to post something that just might not be that good. It takes guts to put your guts out there for all the world to see. Or just plain stupidity. But in any case … what YouTube is *not* for me is a path of escape. I’ve tried watching the “shows” on YouTube and…. have a hard time getting into them. Enter Hulu.

Hulu went public a couple months ago I think and so far, it rocks for me. It’s easy to find stuff, easy to navigate, easy to tell whether things are a full episode, or just a clip. The quality is decent, and there are shows on there that have been canceled that I miss dreadfully (like Firefly). In fact, there’s a whole section devoted to the “Brilliant But Cancelled” shows on TV (under “Collections“. And so, I can mourn once again great, now deceased, writing by watching it all over again.

Yes there are ads, welcome to our world. But the ads are generally 20 seconds or less, which is a whole lot better than regular tv, and they’re only in three to four times per short episode. I’ve not watched a full length movie yet, but I’m thinking there are interruptions – which in that case I’m usually trolling other sites any way. *cough

So there ya go. All you need is Flash installed, which more than likely, it already is, and…. time to watch. It’s Friday. You’ve got time, right? Mwaaaaa hahahahahhaaaaaaa….

So I mentioned a week or so ago, I’m gonna (provided all things go as planned) be an uncle this year! I’m still like, “holy crap” about it… you know thinking about life, and kids, and family and the wonders of the universe. And then I switch back to who I really am: Future Sadistic Evil Uncle of the Empire™ (but he’s fun! With toys! In Chicago!) and I find things like THIS. They’re soft. They’re plush. They’re cute widdle critters… RUN OVER. Mwaaaaa hahahahahahahahaaaaaaa. What better way to start discussing the topic of life and death with your newborn? Why, with a squashed bunny! Yay! Ya gotta check the commercial…

And now I must write that I will never do that, I would never dream *cough* of giving an innocent child anything that would subvert them *cough* or cause them to want to sell their soul *cough* or anything like that. Because if I don’t promise that, I’ll never see any children of my sister and brother-in-law, ever. Like, ohhhhhh NEVER.

I do promise to be the FUN uncle. I’ll just remember to take my meds and pass them over to the kids. I mean, wait, what I meant was…. maybe they’d like a beer? Hmm. I’m definitely gonna have to remember how to “be around kids”. HA!

On a complete other note – HOLY COW – thank you, dear readers, for giving me some motivation to continue writing. There really are days that I just look at this whole blog thing and go “meh”. I don’t always feel social. I don’t always have words in my head. Sometimes, I have realllllly boring days all in a row, offline AND online. Those suck by the way, I hate being bored. BUT – check this out! Those are stats so far and let’s just say this month is turning out to be a banner month. I’m not sure what that means, but hey – if I know you’re reading, and there are times I make you laugh, even in the face of a horrid day, then my work here is done. Until tomorrow. So thank you! And always feel free to comment – it gives me tangible evidence that it was a human who saw my page, not some toaster.

ONE WEEK!!!!!!!

No. I didn’t finish importing the music. Yes, I know I said I would. YOU rewire a record player through rabbit ingested wires. Thppt.