Hot Rocks.

So today at work sucked. Meetings upon meetings. WebEx, PowerPoint, task items, more scheduled meetings… ugh. Fortunately, it also happened to be the day I had booked my massage! w00t! It’s been a very long time since I’ve had a massage of any kind, so I decided to try out a hot stone massage, since I’d never had one, and didn’t know anyone who had. Yum! I had a cute chick rub me with oils and hot rocks for an hour and a half. I felt noodle-icious afterwards. She didn’t entirely fix my left shoulder blade, but I already know the tension there is largely a result of my head, so that’s fine. Given that the first massage I ever had left me covered in bruises and feeling like I’d been hit by a truck, and that I was so loopy from sleep deprivation when I had the second one that I don’t remember it, this was, by orders of magnitude, the best massage I’ve ever had. I will go again. I will probably try some “regular” massage and see how that goes, too. I don’t think I bruise quite as easily anymore. (Though I shouldn’t have been bruised the first time, either.) Given my skin sensitivity, the touch was refreshingly fabulous, too. Usually it’s a concern since I haven’t met a lot of people (men particularly), who know how to touch. That’s why I’m typically happy to give massages to my partners, but have no interest in getting them. Now, if Alison the Masseuse was interested in being my partner, that’s another story entirely… I hear she does body wraps, too!

(And after the massage I met up with the carpet guy to get the measuring done and organize installation, and then I picked Giuseppe up at the garage and returned the shitbox! Today r0xx0rs!)


Stolen from Karen and Dana.

The BBC asked people to vote for the top fifty things everyone should try a bite of in their lifetime.

Bold the ones you’ve eaten.

1. Fresh fish
2. Lobster
3. Steak
4. Thai food
5. Chinese food
6. Ice cream
7. Pizza
8. Crab
9. Curry
10. Prawns

11. Moreton Bay Bugs
12. Clam chowder
13. Barbecues
14. Pancakes
15. Pasta

16. Mussels
17. Cheesecake
18. Lamb
19. Cream tea
20. Alligator
(I had crocodile, which is even more eXtreme!)
21. Oysters
22. Kangaroo
23. Chocolate
24. Sandwiches
25. Greek food
26. Burgers
27. Mexican food
28. Squid
29. American diner breakfast
30. Salmon
31. Venison

32. Guinea pig
33. Shark
34. Sushi
35. Paella
36. Barramundi
37. Reindeer
(I had elk, reindeer are domesticated caribou, whatever.)
38. Kebab
39. Scallops
40. Australian meat pie
41. Mango
42. Durian fruit
43. Octopus
44. Ribs
45. Roast beef
46. Tapas
47. Jerk chicken/pork

48. Haggis
49. Caviar
50. Cornish pasty

Gordon Gartrell.

I knew what the Coach’s costume was as soon as I saw it. I didn’t know some of the others. I think I officially have the most pitiful brain in human existence. As if further proof of the photographic nature of my memory with regards to useless information was required…

Wheels, part III.

The loaner? She is not beautiful. An 80s vintage red Plymouth Sundance. So now I know what Other Sherry’s car would be like if she still had it…

175,000+kms on the odometer, a little rusty, a lot dirty. It vibrates, it grumbles, it thinks accelerating is an awful lot of work. The heater only works on high, and the suspension needs attention, so it bounces like a stripper trying to give a lap dance to a fat man, but hey, the brakes are good.

Last time I got a loaner from the garage, it was an even older 80s vintage metallic powder blue Mercury Cougar. Oh yeah. It was rear-wheel drive, and I had it in February. I damned near killed myself in that goddamned car.

Oh well, at least when I take Giuseppe in for the recall, it’s unlikely they’ll have anything of that vintage to give me. They’ll probably just drive me where I need to go in the shuttle. But I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a 300C. Or maybe a Ram 3500… Heh.