the thirtieth

I haven’t been doing much at all today.

I made more tacos. The apartment reeks of seasoned beef.

I started reading Volume 1 of Steve Emond’s Emo Boy.

I loaded the dishwasher.

I went to the grocery store with my mother for the New Year’s Day get-together at 3PM on New Year’s Day.

I’ll be paying a quick visit to the Bust to get another movie. I saw The Notorious Bettie Page last nite which was pretty good. Actually, I did a marathon last nite. After Bettie Page, I watched Daria: Is It College Yet? followed by Ice Age: The Meltdown then Mean Girls. Yeeesh.

I’ll be heading to La Grange tomorrow for Ian’s New Year’s Party.

See you in oh-seven.

the tacos

Every sliver of cheddar cheese,
Every shred of iceberg lettuce,
Every bit of seasoned beef,
Every crumb of corn shell,
I love tacos.

Bell-style thanks to the Titan Moon. I’ll never forget the night we passed by the Bell to pick up our fourthmeals, and he let me have one of his crunchy tacos. I was hooked.

I picked up one of those make your own Bell-style tacos from the grocery store, and they were delicious. The shells are smaller than the restaurant’s, but the seasoning packet (included, worth the extra pocket change over the other brands) made the meat taste like the real deal. Mmmm… tacos.

The ingredients for the twelve tacos cost right at seven bucks (7.01 to be exact for the shells with seasoning packet & sauce, meat, lettuce and cheese). That’s roughly 58 cents a taco not taking into account the energy to power the stovetop to cook the beef but can be considered a fair trade with having to pay sales tax at the restaurant. Yes, the tacos at the restaurant are bigger, but I’d say only about an inch (say 25%) bigger than the ones in the grocery store package.

For the sake of the quality of a home-cooked meal, the make your own version wins.

For the sake of the lazy sack of shit that doesn’t give a damn about himself, the restaurant version wins.

I’m a fan of both. I’m merely expressing my opinion on the options, since I traveled the way of making Bell-style tacos at home tonite. Eat me.

the hiccups

They can be a pain.

Today after dinner, I drank a beer and got them. Then, I drank a glass of water and they ceased. Then, I drank another beer and they returned. I hoped drinking another beer would maybe work as a substitute for water but no. I drank a glass of water after that beer, and they ceased.

I fell asleep watching Clerks Uncensored with my sibs & Mike and woke up almost half past three. I proceeded on my drive home, and the hiccups returned. When I arrived, I ate some sherbet and made them go away… hopefully for a while. ‘Til next time, you evil muscle spasms.

Donkey Konga is probably the best game on Game Cube. I had the pleasure of playing the second one this past Saturday and today.

the isolation

I wrote a song last nite.

Strum this progression with open chords at a medium tempo,
Verse: Gb, Cb, Eb, Cb
Chorus: Db, Cb

Song title:
Mary Christmas In Oklahoma (From Your Boy In Austin) [tentative]

Verse:
Mary’s going to Oklahoma
Where she’ll spend Christmas Day without me
Mary’s going to Oklahoma
Where she’ll spend Christmas Day without me

Chorus:
But that’s okay
‘Cause she’ll spend New Year’s Day
With me

Short & simple. I’ve been on a short & simple song kick lately.

This Christmas Eve has been spent lounging with my notebook doing a whole lotta nothing.

the solstice

Yesterday was the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year.

I only had to work a few hours. I stayed up way too late the nite before and suffered the consequences by waking up late for work. Fortunately, my supervisor had some holiday spirit in him and let me have the hour. The shift ended early for all of us to attend a holiday party. The food was subpar, but the company was good.

Today, I was paid to sit around at my apartment all day. I love holiday pay. I had to run a few errands, but apart from that, today was relaxing.

I’m in-between finishing a beer here at the apartment and getting ready to take a gander at the Trail of Lights with Mare. This Xmas weekend ought to be very relaxing.