In an attempt to salvage some of those dreadful deviled eggs from yesterday, I scooped out the mixture and chopped up the whites of a few of them, which I sautéed in a frying pan along with some diced turkey sausage, which I sprinkled with grated sharp cheddar cheese before enjoying. Pretty darn yummy.
I napped for two hours, before heading into the office, where I worked on IT Governance documentation.
While there, I got a Facebook query from a high school friend—with whom I was in the band—asking, "Wouldn't happen to have a clarinet for sale would you?"
Imagine his surprise when I responded that I still had mine!
"Are you telling me you still have yours from school?" he asked, and when I said yes, he added, "Damn John, I don't even have my drumsticks!"
Too funny. After an extended conversation, I told him I'd drop it in the mail tomorrow. His daughter, in middle school, is going to use it. I'm actually tickled to death that it'll get used after all these years. Assuming she finds it playable when she gets it.
At 5:30, I picked up a large cheese pizza from Gumby's, which is next door to my office, and from which I'd placed an order at 3:30 to be ready at 5:30. And it was.
Back at my office, I cut it up in little pieces to take as an appetizer to Jen's to watch Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog, along with Sarah Egan Warren and Des.
In the left turn lane on Chatham and turning on to Maynard I came up to a blinking, yellow left arrow light. Here are my questions:
- What exactly is the rhetorical purpose of the blinking and the left arrow?
- Is the arrow to let us know we're turning left? If so, we already know this, since we're in the lane marked "left turn only."
- Does the blinking mean that we're supposed to yield on the turn? If so, the rhetoric of traffic lights includes the rule that left turns yield.
- The regular rhetoric of traffic lights includes the yellow light being short, and a warning that the light's about to turn red. This yellow light stayed yellow, blinking, for way longer than a regular one would.
I don't understand. While, I'm sure it's supposed to be helpful, all it does is introduce all kinds of "noise" into the driver's head, if anything, distracting him or her instead of helping. It's like italicizing, bolding, and underlining something. You don't know what to think about it.
Safely at Jen's after being nonplussed at that turn, and before starting the movie, we socialized and chowed down on the other appetizers, which included Tostitos with a sausage and cheese dip, meatballs in marinara sauce and basil leaves, potato chips, Life Saver jelly beans, and homemade cookies. It was all good.
I know a lot of people who like Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. Delicious food. Delightful company. 'Nuff said.
I met Joe at Caribou, where we hung out until it closed at 10:00. I was on my new Mac and he was on his new iPad. Apple rules.