C'mon, NASA!

That's right -- I'm calling out our nation's space program. Get with the program, NASA! Give Stephen Colbert his space node, nodule, module, room, thingy... whatever. We voted fair and square. Are you allergic to good PR? Are you ticked that Stephen Colbert got so many people to visit your site? If you call the stupid thing "Serenity" I'm going to yell "Serenity now!" a la Seinfeld every time someone mentions NASA. I'm just saying.

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P.S. The next time you want the public to take interest in naming something, maybe you shouldn't allow write-ins.

Nifty Little Website

I'm avoiding doing a lot of things that are actually productive -- working out, cleaning, going through paperwork -- by being "productive" and updating my bookmarks on the laptop. I don't remember why I bookmarked this guy's page but he's got some really cool work. Click the link at the bottom that says "Rollover Project."

Question for Stephen King

So I'm reading some info about Otis Redding on the web and, long story short, I end up at an entry about a short story by Stephen King. Granted I haven't read the story itself, but I think I need Mr. King to explain to me how living in a town where you can see Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Jimi Hendrix, and Patsy Cline in concert in perpituity would be a bad thing. Admittedly, I wouldn't enjoy having to see Rick Nelson or Jim Croce, but that seems like a small price to pay. I think a trip to the local library is in order.

Honey, I Think I Love You

I really need to go to bed, so I'm on YouTube just kind of randomly clicking on things. I watched George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words (yes, I can name them all) -- always enjoyable. And I found a new (to me) band. Enjoy this rockin' little clip.

Yes, I Am Alive II

Here's a couple of clips I know my readers will enjoy. They're only relation is that they both cracked me up.

Slash

It's 1 a.m. and I can't sleep because of my head cold. I'm trying to bore myself to sleep by chasing a dose of NyQuil with some YouTube viewing, and I came across this little gem...



I know, I know, a certain member of Guns n' Roses has spewed some viscous hate speech in the past. But I still like their early music and have always been a big fan of Slash in particular, so I thought this was pretty cool. And with all of the hatefulness that is surfacing after the election, I'm really glad to see people standing up for what they think is right and doing it in a positive way.

My second selection isn't at all related to politics, but I really like this song, it has Slash, and it's happy, so enjoy.

My House Smells Like Peppers

For some reason known only to himself, my dad, who doesn't even like when my mom puts chili powder in chili, felt the urge to plant jalapeno and habanero chilies this summer. As a result, when I visited a couple of weeks ago, I drove back home with a paper grocery bag full of a few tomatoes and a whole lotta peppers; 48 habaneros and 5 jalapenos, to be exact. I've learned that it's not worth the time and effort to figure out my father's motives, so I just took the bag and wondered what I was going to do with the contents. Bare in mind that my husband thinks pepperoni pizza is spicy, so he would be no help.

After a little Internet research, I decided to try to make barbeque sauce and some chili paste. I started out this morning with the sauce, which involved roasting the chilies and then pureeing them in the blender. (Note to other short women who may try this at home: let the mixture breathe a little before sticking your face over the top of the blender, otherwise the proximity of the paste to your face will trigger tears and a sneezing fit.) About half way through roasting, Chris decided to take a road trip. I didn't think it was that bad until I made a trip to the composting bin and came back inside. My eyes stung when I walked back inside. No wonder the dogs were nowhere to be found.

Anyway, long story short, I now have 2 1/2 jars of barbeque sauce and two ice cube trays filled with chili paste (for easy freezing and use later). And the house still smells like the inside of a chili. I wonder how long it will take to dissipate...