Playin' Possum

This possum was on my porch! We've been (unintentionally) feeding her (I am randomly assigning a gender) for a few weeks. She eats cat food. I haven't seen her in a few days, but the last time she was eating, she actually stayed still long enough for me to photograph her...too bad the flash just washed her out. Spooky looking thing is friends with our most deranged cat, Minnie.

I spent 30 minutes looking at wigs for halloween on the internet and finally decided I'd have to go to a store. I'm going to be ___________ for halloween. Last year I was the color pink. I'll leave you all in suspense.

Joe, Where Are You?

Holy Crap! I am having a plumbing problem. Seriously. I am waiting til Monday to call the plumber because weekend rates are outrageous. I was watching Palin on SNL and then after scrubbing the tub I turned on the shower and discovered it doesn't friggin work right. So enter Joe. I kid you not all plumbers named Joe with websites are getting serious hits and probably more business. I am going to look for a plumber named Joe to fix my shower. Actually, I have a really good plumber already whose name is not Joe. I should probably call him. He is probably wishing his name was Joe right about now. I'll say, "hey, can I call you Joe?"

BLINDNESS, the film

Blindness is the worst film I have seen in a long, long time. I was unconcerned that blind people were protesting it, thinking it was perhaps hypersensitivity or overreaction, but even I, a seeing person, am offended by how they portrayed blind people. I am offended that this even passes for entertainment. Even if I were stupid enough not to realize that this is a totally unrealistic portrayal of how the blind would act, even under circumstances of sudden blindness, I would be bored and disgusted by this film. We left an hour or so into it, at my insistence. We then asked the theatre for free tickets to another film (not because it was a horrid, horrid film, but because the theatre was extremely cold and the people behind us were very loud).

Meanwhile, back in real life, I am grateful for my sight. Hence the picture of pretty flowers from a recent walk I took.

Stolen Steam Bun

The case of the stolen steam bun came about in this fashion: I took a lunch break today at Veggie Heaven. I was ushered into the back room (I had no idea that they even had a back room) as the front room was full...I ordered my usual: Lucky 7 (funny little vegan "meat" balls with veggies in a spicy sauce with brown rice). Five minutes later an indifferent young man who did not speak English tossed a funny looking white blob onto my table. I pondered what it might be...I thought perhaps they had started serving weird white blobs as appetizers the way Mexican restaurants serve tortilla chips: free of charge and a nice filler/time killer while you wait for your meal. I poked it with one of the lime green chopsticks that had been waiting for me to pick them up and use them, though most assuredly they had not been intended for poking white blobs. It should have bounced back but it had a slight stickiness that failed to produce the rebound I had anticipated. I then poked deeper and discovered that inside of this white blob was some brown stuff with chunks in it. I went ahead and tore off a piece and took a bite...not bad. At about that time, the indifferent non-English speaker tossed another thing onto my table that I did not recognize. This time I stopped him. "What is this?" I asked. He did not reply, shrugging his shoulders and trying to escape. I asked again, "What IS this?" Then the guy at the table behind me called out that perhaps it was the food HE had ordered! I carried the food to him and sure enough, it was his "usual," not mine. It then occurred to me that I had eaten part of a white blob not intended for me. I grabbed a menu (conveniently loaded with pictures of weird looking blobs and funky mixtures of seemingly ad hoc oriental looking food) and looked up the picture of the white blob. "Steam Bun," the caption beneath my white blob's likeness read. I asked the man behind me if he had ordered a Steam Bun. Indeed he had. I then carried the half-eaten, ill-fated Steam Bun back up to the front and explained to a waitress that a mistake had been made. I felt sheepish because clearly, before correcting this mistake, I had eaten part of it. She gave me a nasty look and took the blob and disappeared. The man at the table behind me got a new Steam Bun and all is well in the land of things that can but should not be poked with lime green chopsticks.

In other news, just watched the debates...speaking of white blobs...