June 24th, 2013

#3873: It's good, but needs vegetables.

Last night I made "korean ground beef", which is basically ground beef that's been seasoned with a sauce made from 1/4 cup brown sugar, 1/4 cup soy sauce, a half-teaspoon of ginger, and a similar amount of crushed red pepper flakes.

...served over rice, it's damned tasty, but read the post title. This sauce will work equally well on other kinds of beef, or on a more typical stir-fry, so expect to hear more about it here.

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We got it right the first time but lost the recipe. What I want to know is, how has it taken us this f-ing long to, duhh, analyze a sample of Roman concrete in order to find out what it was made from?

Portland cement is inferior to Roman concrete, and it always has been, but it was the best formula we've had since reinventing concrete about three centuries ago. We knew all this, yet we're only getting around to analyzing Roman concrete now? Did the analysis require some technology that was previously unavailable?

I've heard it said that Roman concrete gets stronger with the passage of time. There has to be a practical upper limit to that, but it still has to be better than Portland cement.

I guess we'll see.

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I'm going to amend this headline: "Ridley Park man arrested during Toby Keith concert for allegedly yelling [THE WRONG] racial slurs". The guy was waving the Confederate flag and yelling (presumably) anti-black slurs, so he got arrested for, among other things, "bias intimidation".

Whatever the hell that is.

If this guy had been black, waving the flag of South Africa, and yelling anti-white slurs at a [insert current rap star] concert, nothing would have happened to him. This is why I inserted "[THE WRONG]" into the appropriate place in the quoted headline. Some animals are more equal than others.

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The phone rang, and I had to scramble to find a handset which actually had enough electrons in it to function, and so the answering machine got it before I could see who was calling. "WASHINGTON CALL", it said, so I let the machine take it; and it turned out to be a recorded message from "Scott", calling about my timeshare.

Yes--apparently, I have a timeshare. And it's a timeshare on which I'm tired of paying maintenance fees, which is why Scott and his various ilk insist on calling me and sending me actual mail 3-4-5-10 times a week telling me that they're willing to shoulder my burden for me. Yeah.

Then people wonder why I put the phone on "do not disturb" and frequently forget to take it off....

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This is the last week of June. What the hell--it was May just last week, wasn't it? How the everlasting F did it get to be the end of June so quickly? I haven't gotten anything done! This is carnage!


The scumbag voted for amnesty.

I voted for that son of a bitch when he was up for election, but I will never make that mistake again. Never never NEVER N.E.V.E.R. NOT EVER NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT.

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Well, I got the grass cut...and barely an hour later, WHOOSH a severe thunderstorm came through. Lots of rain, high winds, hail in places (not here, fortunately)--it was a heck of a gullywasher.

It knocked over a tree about half a mile south of here, right onto the wires, and apparently the tree caught fire. That must be why my power went out for 3-5 minutes when Edapha, human priest, was right in the middle of Stratholme with a pick-up group. *sigh*

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On the list for the job hunt: over in Tinley Park, a place called Cycle Gear has just opened. It's a store full of motorcycle stuff. I'm going to visit the place but I'm also going to apply for a job there. That'd be pretty cool, wouldn't it?

Also on the list? Quick lube places. I had that brainstorm a couple of days ago.

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But! First I need to visit my doctor, because my right eye hurts a bit--well, it's uncomfortable, not painful, really--and bright lights have interference fringes around them. The interference fringes have been there for a couple of days, but the discomfort is new. I had a gander in the mirror and managed to detect a slight defect in my cornea, which is TRIPLEPLUSUNGOOD, so that's what I'm going to be doing tomorrow. Whee! It's another bill I didn't need! *sigh*

And besides that, I desperately need to get a haircut. Jeeze louise, I haven't had one since December 29th, when I went to see Og's barber, for a pre-wedding shave and haircut. He did a great job and I looked--in his words--like a sex symbol, but getting the whole works cost me $50 with tip. (So much for "two bits".) I was extremely pleased with the haircut--with everything he did--so I want to go back to him even though he costs a bit more than SuperCuts.

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Goulash for dinner tonight. I started it around 7 PM and only just put the peppers in about 20 minutes ago. By the time Mrs. Fungus gets home from work, though, it's going to be OUT.STAND.ING.