atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,
atomic_fungus
atomic_fungus

#2301: I don't know how the guy at China Garden does it.

The closest Chinese restaurant to the bunker is a take-out place in Steger. In wintertime the place isn't well-heated, but let's face it: it's a kitchen and a counter; the stove keeps the place warm enough.

But in summer--

Today the outdoor temp hit around 80°, and I decided that I wanted yakisoba for dinner--so I checked the supplies and realized I needed cabbage; and I went to the store for that, and then came home and started working.

I finished cooking about 5 minutes ago, perhaps, and then dished up some food and came in here. My face was dripping with sweat and I had to take my shirt off. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt as I cooked.

The guy at the Chinese place wears long pants and an apron, yet I have never seen him appear to sweat at all.

I don't know how he does it.

* * *

(I know: he's used to it. Still. I never seem to get used to working in the heat, no matter how much of it I do. Argh etc.)

* * *

As for the yakisoba, it is up to my usual excellent standard.

After the meat is finished browning, you throw the vegetables on top of it, sprinkle about 5 TBSP of wine, and cover it, and let it steam for 3-5 minutes. When you take the cover off, the aroma is heavenly. The juices and the meat and the wine and the vegetables and everything all just get together and have a party in the wok.

The sauce (which is added last) only accentuates that flavor, if you've done it right.

* * *

Oh: How to.

Three changes: chop about 2 stalks of celery and add that with the cabbage. Use a bit less cabbage; and only 4 TBSP of Worcestershire rather than 5.

* * *

...I just finished eating a big mess of the stuff. I took a pasta plate and piled on about 2x the volume of the plate; and I ate it all. O man is that good.

* * *

I see what you did there. Headline: "Great: Tea Partier Arrested For Plot to Bomb Wrigley Field".

The "Tea partier"'s name: "Sami Samir Hassoun".

Ahh, I get it! It's a clever use of irony! Because he's a muslim, not a TEA partier! I get it!

* * *

"Therapy session for disillusioned Obama voters". Heh.

ObamaTron: "I'm exhausted of defending you!"

* * *

"The recession ended in June 2009, now quit yer complainin’."

Limbaugh's answer was, "The recession ended, fine; but when did the Depression start?"

* * *

And Ace gets an award for this name for Obama: "President Metrosexual Space Alien".

Gonna have to borrow that one myself.

* * *

Dang, it's hot in here. The AC will go on tomorrow morning sometime, as it's scheduled to approach 90°.

* * *

The only errand I got done today was to head out to Wal-Mart to get my pills. While I feel much better than I had for the prior three days I'm still feeling the tail end of whatever got me.

The hell of it is, I don't even know what it was. A mild cold? Allergic reaction to pollen? Gut malf? Sand in the vajeener? I just don't know.

Whatever it was, it knocked me on my duff, and made me sleep 15 hours a day; when I wasn't sleeping I was dizzy and woozy and lightheaded. I wasn't sure it was safe for me to drive, even.

That's why I couldn't go to IMTS either Thursday or Friday: to get there I'd have to drive on the Damn Ryan.

You know how, in The Matrix trilogy, they're always adamant about do not go on the freeway! And remember how, in the second movie, they had to take the freeway, and it was like a war zone? Remember that?

I'm pretty sure the Damn Ryan is "the freeway" in The Matrix.

If you somehow manage to make it all the way to "the circle interchange", what you reach, in fact, is THE DEATH VORTEX!!! It's a couple of light years of steel and concrete ribbons which twist and undulate through all 20 dimensions, and if you're not careful you could find yourself getting off in the Twilight Zone rather than the Loop. The dimensional rift which contains the thing warps time and space around it, making it seem like it's a conventionally-sized object, but it's actually about the size of the solar system. It's an ancient artifact--a piece of failed FTL drive--left behind by the ancient astronauts who built the pyramids and Stonehenge.

I'm pretty sure the Damn Ryan is, in fact, a cursed extrusion of pure evil from some dark, nether pit of Hell, and all the other drivers are actually demons in disguise. The other drivers certainly drive as if they're immortal beings bent on sentencing you to eternal perdition, anyway.

Now: imagine driving that road when you were first learning how to drive, and had to do everything consciously. Okay? That's what it would have been like for me, last week. My brain was malfing just enough that I had to pay close attention to everything I was doing; I could not let anything go on autopilot. For example, I had to check my speed continuously as I could not maintain a constant speed automatically, as I normally do.

Kind of like being on really good painkillers...except I wasn't on anything. It was just the degree and a half of fever that I had, messing up my concentration. Yeah. No. Definitely not the kind of trip you want to make when you're already tripping, regardless of the reason.

And apparently from now on it'll be in Las Vegas, because the idiot carpenters union decided to go on strike. Morons.

* * *

But this morning I abruptly found myself feeling a lot better. It kind of felt as if my entire body had just suddenly relaxed; I felt giggly, as if I were having an endorphin rush. You know what I mean: when you're in pain and the pain just suddenly stops (because of anasthetic or whatever) and your brain is still making endorphins to counter the pain--so you get the giggles. (But I hadn't been in any pain. Weird.)

After that I fell asleep. When I woke up again around 10:30-ish, I felt better than I had since Thursday.

Still, I'm not 100% better. Well, I'm getting there, anyway; because if I weren't, I sure as hell wouldn't have been able to cook dinner.

Score one for me.
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