Thursday, July 8, 2010

What’s this? A Thursday in which I lavish blocks of text upon you, rather than abandon you for the following week? Believe it. A twice weekly schedule isn’t exactly generous, I know, but where quantity is lacking I’ve attempted to compensate with consistency, and that’s served me well up until recently. Now, I’m not going to make any promises moving forward, because the option of disappearing regularly still appeals greatly to me, but tonight! Well, tonight’s in the bag. It’s time to celebrate, and we’ll do so by starting the next paragraph.

In a truly rare occurrence, my Hulu queue is absolutely empty. Zero. The big goose egg. This means I will need to fill this coming weekend with activities to supplant my standard vegetative state. Clubbing is the first thing that comes to mind, naturally. I’m just fuckin’ with you, of course. What I’m really going to do is shotgun it–revisit a bunch of things I had planned on pursuing, but swept onto the backburner. I won’t tackle everything on the list, obviously, but I should be able to knock out one or two items, and I’ll be better for it.

There is the issue of canines. It’s been half a year since my shameful fumble, and something simply feels wrong about rolling into the garage every day and seeing a folded doggie crate just sitting there, carefully propped against the wall, its calling–to contain a puppy–utterly unfulfilled. I still remember the afternoon when Hap lent me the contraption and now, months later, it’s like I’m somehow dishonoring the gesture, you know?

I also have sandwiches on my mind. Previously I had viewed the creative aspect of food preparation as a milestone that would happen after becoming proficient with the fundamentals. The trajectory would begin with recipes, then end with my own inventions. But you know what? Eff it. I’m picturing a twist on the classic Italian. The main ingredients will require careful consideration, though it’s the additions–perhaps capers, prosciutto, sliced almonds, something different–that will really make it.

And finally, reading. It’s been three years since my last book kick, and although the average cooldown period is a full five years, I’ve grown soft and amenable to compromise. I’m thinking fiction, specifically The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, a title which has been garnering office buzz in both its paper and filmic formats. To be honest, and also kind of a prick, I’m wary of novels from the bestseller list. The last book I plumbed from those depths was The Da Vinci Code, wherein the real mystery was how one author could transmute so much shit into hundreds of pages. It was a feat of sorcery.