… are great cats.
That’s all I’m allowed to say about “the incident” this morning.
In other news, I wish photoshop had an easy “remove pop can from photo” function.
Yep, there’s no argument out there in magazine land, the original and still the best carp-fishing related carp magazine is, you guessed it, Carpworld.
Walking through a large magazine store is always an eye-opener to me. Fishing magazines, sure, I can imagine a need for those, even things like, “Pike and Pickerel Monthly” or “Trout Quarterly” … but are there really enough people in the world who love fishing for carp to need a specific magazine for it? One that stays in business? Amazing.
Back when I fished, and admittedly, it was a long time ago, carp was not something that you actually looked forward to catching. But look at that guy on the cover — look how happy he looks to have that giant disgusting carp! I bet he’s a subscriber.
You’re going to have to trust me on this, but this picture is pretty funny.
You’re looking at a bunch of meat people can pick from to eat at a local restaurant. Each says something like, “Pork Chop” or “Chicken Breast” or “NY AAA Striploin”.
Each sign is being held by a card holder that says, “Make it Beef!”
It was successful, in a way. The pork chop was the special of the day, but the sign that said, “Pork Chop — Make it Beef!” managed to convince me to not eat the pork. Sadly for the beef people, though, it didn’t convince me to eat the beef.
I stumbled upon this interesting article of 101 summer meals you can cook in 10 minutes or less and started glancing through it. The interesting thing I found eventually wasn't the recipes themselves, but how many of them I wouldn't eat. Not that the recipes are bad, they look quite simple and good, but because of how many things are in them that cancel them out for me.
I already knew going in that I don't eat:
- seafood (with the exception of canned tuna)
- liver (and liverwurst)
And that I'm not super wild for:
- raw tomatoes (I've blogged about this in the past)
Final analysis … 42.5% of those foods I'd eat. (Yes, I went through and counted then did the calculation - I’m odd.) That probably generalizes pretty well to the food population in general.
The question is … if I only eat such a subset of the world's food …why am I built like I am? I guess I really love that 42.5%.
I've blogged before about the stupid things that I do, and I'm living with the consequences of one of them right now.
Sometime when I was in my early teens, I picked up a habit that is much dumber than smoking or shoplifting or anything else that after school specials warned you about.
I'm talking about my built in reflex to protect anything that I'm dropping by sticking my foot out under it.
Sometime, lost in history, I must have dropped an egg or something and stuck out my foot and saved it. Ever since then, whenever I drop ANYTHING, I do the same by reflex.
This includes distinctly non egg-like things like scissors, 50 pound weights and, though this has never come up, I'm sure, scorpions.
Tonight, while trying to put something back into the fridge, I knocked over a leftover container of chicken tinga from Andrew's birthday party. I tried to grab it, but I knocked over a bottle of ketchup in the process. I tried to stop that, and was successful, but knocked the tinga out again, as well as a bottle of beer. I immediately panicked and started doing a sort of World Cup soccer warmup that had both my feet flailing madly trying to keep things from hitting the ground. I'm in bare feet through all this mind you.
I now have two bruised feet, but I didn't lose any tinga or beer. I guess that makes sense. Everyone remember this and remind me how much of an idiot I am when I do the same thing after dropping a couple of knives.
My lovely ladywife has an obsession some might call strange. She is in love with a website called Guava.ca, a Toronto real estate blog. I’ll be honest, it’s a great site. It combines MLS listing with mapping sites to give you a list of pretty much everything for sale in Toronto as well as their locations. I can see why she likes it, but I would understand it more if we were actually looking for a house. Timmi’s just a fan in general.
As such, often while we are sitting at our computers, I’ll be playing a game or writing, and she’ll be surfing Guava and occasionally exclaiming things like, “Oh I love this place!” or “This house is so cute!”.
Usually I look over, and it’s some kind of mansion or house that’s way beyond our means, but sometimes it’s a nice house that it’s fun to imagine living in for a while.
Tonight, mid-guava surfing, she let out an excited squeal and said, “I’d TOTALLY live there!”
I looked up and glanced over and saw this listing. My eyes were drawn to two things:
And this picture:
Now … people say the real estate market is out of control. I admit, I’ve seen some pretty outrageous prices on some pretty small houses on Guava. This one though… going too far.