Tuesday, February 2, 2010

remember when i used to post recipes on this bl*g?

What I needed to do today:

1. Write
2. Proofread
3. Copyedit

What I did:

1. Stared out the window
2. Took a bath
3. Cleaned my computer keyboard

Lest you think I'm a total slacker, that last task took nearly three hours.


  1. I've missed so much. I want to clean my keyboard like that. I want to put my feet into the noisy ocean like that. Can we do these things instead of cooking? Gruel has so many more meanings than just the daily drivel of recipes and cooking. When I see that beach, when I read the comments, when I see the keyboard keys all clean, I think of Tiger Woods. As you do. One more Pacifica bottle, please.

  2. Yes, looking at that dismembered keyboard, it drives me nearly wild knowing that Tiger Woods is in sex rehab really only just across the river from here. I wasn't going to say anything, but jshu brought it up.

    And this probably goes in the comments of the previous entry, but I want to commend you on taking care to keep your feet pedicured for this blog.

  3. I didn't know you could do that with your keyboard. Perhaps, instead of a recipe, you could post the instructions for that.

  4. Do you see? There is a life after cooking. And Tiger Woods, just across the river, is an integral part of it. Even His Momma says so. It's Wednesday still in California, and that means you should have already posted something new that will make me think of ol' tee dub. Like a citrus salad. Nothing says el wood like a good recipe.

  5. At this rate you will be forced to re-subtitle this blog "Reading, Writing, & Eating in Vermont, Also Tiger Woods." Do you rue the day you keyed his name? It is my belief that everyone should rue something, if for no other reason than to have a reason to incorporate "rue" into one's everyday vocabulary.

  6. J Quizzle and jshu, I think the two of you should start a bl*g called jsQuizzle. shu, you could post recipes for drinking beer, and Q, you could write a recurring column called "Would You Tap That?" C'mon now.

    His Momma, I could provide directions for cleaning your keyboard, but I'm not sure your son would approve -- when he saw the above photo, he called me and said (and I quote), "Oh my goodness, bunny, what have you done?" Apparently when extremely alarmed the yachtsman talks like an affectionate old Christian lady.