.:nonverbal communication:.

last night, christmas eve, i made the worst meal. ever.

without any assistance i destroyed:
1. one fritatta
2. one pot of beef burgandy
3. 3.5 beef tenderloins
-- one half of one of the tenderloins was salvaged during the second cooking

note: the tenderloins were the replacement for the beef burgandy.

the champagne was brilliant, though.

oh, and did i mention the kitchen fire?

merry christmas, all!

off to mt. rainier tomorrow.

if i don't post photos by, say, the 31st would someone out there call the forest service and initiate the search? thanks!

Posted by tipster at 08:06 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

amymo, be glad i didn't use this as my guide

personal ads, london review of books style.

the first five from the current issue:

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Wreck needs salvaging. F, 60. Please help. Box no. 24/0
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Attractive charming smart leftish woman 50ish seeks lover lucy2163@hotmail.com
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The Oxford branch of the LRB Readers Dining Club meets monthly. The LRB Readers Dining Club? What could that possibly be? Contact lrbrdcob@yahoo.co.uk and I'll tell you.
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Anybody seen in a bus over the age of 30 has been a failure in life." M, 43, failure, seeks F anywhere on the Arriva 333 route between Oare and Maidstone, for evenings cut short and diesel-choked embraces (the last bus leaves the Chequers Centre at 1817 and it's a long walk). empty_to_terminus@hotmail.co.uk Box no. 24/10
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In laboratory tests, this ad made seven mice blind. The remaining three, however, developed extra-sensory powers and the ability to levitate. You could too, by replying to ex-communicated biologist and psychic-mouse groomer (M, 39) at box number. 24/01 Or you may just go blind. It’s a 70-30 shot but you can’t halt progress.
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Posted by tipster at 06:49 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)