But outside of that, I've no use for dough

[sovay]

Tonight I was told by the teller at the bank in Stop & Shop that my leather jacket makes me look like a Ravager from Guardians of the Galaxy. I told him that observation had made my evening.

Then I went home and spatch and I made steak tips with helljam (tamarind now permanently incorporated) and cheese grits on the side, much to the complaint of Autolycus who had to be locked out of the kitchen after he leapt onto the stovetop and began daintily licking melting butter out of the saucepan in a display of maximum chutzpah and minimum regard for flammability. I am presently in a somewhat endorphin-illuminated food coma, but I'm still pretty pleased.

Films I watched this weekend include A Dark Song (2016), The Ritual (2017), and Starred Up (2013), all of which I hope to write about because they are good, recent, and two of them made an excellent if unplanned double feature, but I don't know what I can promise with work and other commitments in advance of the 'Thon.

Torvill and Dean's free skate to the condensed Boléro is still unparalleled.

Comments

[sovay]

He does not do this for his sister because he has other duties towards her (head-washing, butt-sniffing, wrestling, ear-chewing, and the storage and presentation of horribly filthy forgotten toys). But he would do it for Autolycus as he does it for Cassie. Yikes.

Autolycus padded up as I had this comment open and thumped his head into my hand in the way that makes it almost impossible for me to type, which has given me some difficulty in replying, so that looks like confirmation of your theory to me.

[pameladean]

Yes indeed. We're maybe half a step ahead of them at best.

P.