Guess who's not being efficient?



So Crush Groove made their third recording last week. Maybe there'll be another this weekend?

It's Friday, I've technically got an hour and a half left here, but I think I'm staying late. There's so much to do and just not enough coffee. I keep sipping on the ghost of my ice coffee from this morning, which is now just brown coffee water, like it's going to rematerialize. I had to order from the younger girl at Raley's this morning, which is only slightly embarrassing. The last time I ordered from her, we had a debate about the ice coffee price and I am not sure if I won (I was right!), so now when she waits on me I just feel stupid. Which is a lot better than feeling like I'm about to jump the couch (Cruise style), when the Wessacians are ordering really complicated dessert coffee drinks for breaky and I just want
a
small
black
coffee.
That's it.

From work:
-----Original Message-----
From: IT DUDE, THE ONE WITH THE 'TUDE!
Sent: Friday, August 05, 2005 2:55 PM
To: Teeni Clanger
Subject: RE: Whitelist


Anyway, we received 1216 emails from them this week, all were delivered except a couple related to Herbie Hancock. It seems that an errant Subject Line rule saw Herbie's last name as unacceptable.

I've adjusted the rule. This is not a SPAM rule, but more of a content rule. @wmg.com is definitely on the whitelist.

Signed,
IT DUDE, THE ONE WITH THE 'TUDE!
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A brief pizza log of my week so far.


















Pizza log. Monday, August 1, 2005.
Tried to eat pizza at Zelda's (long story), ended up at Luigi's Pizza where I found a live fly in my pepper shaker, but ate a couple of slices anyway. No good.

Pizza log. Tuesday, August 2, 2005.
Ate Roundtable Pizza with co-workers in attempt to correct lousy pizza at Luigi's. It was only okay.

Pizza log. Wednesday, August 3, 2005.
Went back to Zelda's with friends to re-correct Monday and Tuesday's experience. The Gold Standard of pizza!

Pizza log. Thursday, August 4, 2005.
Ate Roundtable Pizza as part of a work function today in the conference room. Free is always good.

Could I possibly eat any more pizza this week? I'm on such a roll, it would be a shame if I stopped.

Wanting, wishing...


...that I was vacationing in England. Hanging out in pubs, eating lots of doughy, bready things. Visiting friends, working on my accent. And eventhough it's so cheap to fly there now, I probably can't afford it. Let alone, where the hell would I stay? Hostels are pretty cheap for private rooms, even cheaper for dorm style rooms.

Sigh. But I'm here, and I'll try to make the best of it. Really though, it's almost the weekend and there's so much for me to do. Dog class, chores (so many piles of clothes), front porch beer drinking, movie watching. Yep. Pretty full schedule there.

That thing your mom used to make.



In my ongoing effort (okay, but only when I feel obsessed with it) to define what it is that I love about Sacramento, I've come back around to the feeling that if you are from here, you inherently "get it" but what is "it?" I don't know and probably can't tell you. But my love for Sacramento goes beyond the delta breeze on summer evenings (is that the name of a douche?), Nationwide Meats, inside jokes and funny bands. It's more like that weird, comfort food dish that your family makes (hello, Leon...hamburger pie?), an aquired taste, I guess.

Speaking of aquired tastes, I made a big breakfast on Sunday. Menudo, part tres. This batch came out too spicy and my poor guests were probably suffering some mad heartburn later. Sorry dudes, not my fault! It was the lame chili powder from Whole Foods.