I was reading a horror novel the other night in the living room. Hubby was asleep in the bedroom where we also have our PC. Suddenly I'm hearing distorted voices in the bedroom. I know he's asleep, so he shouldn't be watching or playing anything on the computer, and the noise doesn't sound like him talking either cos it's this fucked up noise, incomprehensible. I go investigate. The computer screen is switched off, black. The PC is on. I turn on the screen and there's three youtube videos playing at once, the tracks having turned into a cacophonous jumble. Apparently the PC had somehow woken up (though the wireless mouse and keyboard were also switched off) and Chrome/YT had started playing those random videos. Spooked me a bit, though!
He'll clearly be your new drinking buddy! The only thing more important to Cthulhu cultists than the eternal void is chuggies.
I'm so done with Twitter, it is the Petri dish of the Internet, let alone human emotion and just reminded me why I don't have much faith in humanity. I believe in doing what you can to be responsible and highlight dangers. For example, when my oven's plug fried, I wrote about it because it could have led to a fire had I not found a single thread on Netmums. But when you criticise someone, you need to be as factual as possible, especially in an age where people abuse fair use to protect themselves no matter how justified you are. I'm just going to stick to recipes and when my bf and I get our own place I might write about renovations because you're taught all of Jack squat about things to do with it these days. But I think it'll be a private hobby.
Watching the morning news and the weather guy says, "Low risk for a tornado today" Such an event....Don't get my hopes up you prick.
Got back to Chicago last night. Went to Wally World to get a burner phone. It was late, so I went to bed. The phone is broken (endless partial boot cycle) out of the box.
"We need you at work today" *Halfway to work in the pouring rain* "Sorry, Moon, we don't need you. The place is slow. You can come in on Wed" ....Well fuck me why don't ya. Every news outlet in the city said it'd be rainy and disgusting all day. Naturally, I don't think many people want to dress up and eat out today.
I have three more hours before I can close this place and head home. Knowing there's a great big pot roast waiting there, that's been in the slow cooker since 7am, is killing me. I'm famished, and twenty miles from home, and I can smell that roast. My big challenge is not hitting a taco stand on my way home.
I can't watch the next disc of Downton Abbey, because my dino-top has decided it can't play it...but it's happy to let me watch Iron Man instead!?
I imagine you'd end up hiring yourself.... once the ransacking of the wine cellar was finished. "Boss, what the hell happened here!?" *Drunk hiccup* "Don't worry, I fired the bastard that did this" "B..but sir, this was all you!" *looks around confused* "Nope. Pretty sure I'm the newer manager. Now get back to work"
It would probably take me a few years to drink it all... has to be at least a thousand bottles down there.
We'll just attach this badboy to your liver and you will have no problem getting it all cleaned out in a month or two.
Ever been to Valentino in Santa Monica? I've heard it's slipped in recent years and is no longer consistent, but they're still known for their huge wine list. I remember during the aftermath of the Northridge quake people donated bottles so they could rebuild their wine cellar, because they had so much damage. Side note: In addition to their wine cellar, when I was a kid Valentino was known for being the darkest restaurant in L.A.--the waiters used to carry flashlights, and all kinds of interesting things used to go on.
No. I haven't been West of NYC in probably 20 years. We only have about 100 different bottles or so, but altogether there's definitely over 1000. Lots of them have probably been sitting there for at least 20 years. I have five bottles of '99 Penfolds, four of the '01, two '03 Romanee-Conti, the latter of which will probably never sell at $2500 apiece. ETA: just clicked on the link, and I'm loving the chef's table in the middle of the wine room. You'd probably catch Ebola if you sat in my basement... that place is fucking nasty. Kind of like the set of a Saw or Hostile movie. Just about everyone in the joint is afraid to go down there.
