What, did you want pictures of snow?

It’s glaring white, cold, simultaneously pretty and ugly, and that’s about it. Other than I love Ms. Fugi (my sweet ole’ Subaru) and Charlie loves the snow. And here I thought he wouldn’t dearly love anything besides my niece and her husband. He would do anything for them, even rob a liquor store.

Anyway, I think it’s time for some creative cocktail making. Hot Toddies to be exact. I haven’t messed with them, but I think it’s time to Google that shit. Sometimes beer is just too cold on these winter eves.

Okay, I just Googled that shit, and I’m thinking an actual English Hot Toddy is painful. There’s like 10 different ingredients and one of them is tea for chrystler’s sake. I hate tea. However, there is an Italian Toddy I would like to hump even though Tuaca kills people, as does fake whipped cream:

Italian Toddy
Cortina is Beautiful

1 half shot of Tuaca (Tuaca is an Italian Liquor carried by most grocery stores)
1 cup boiling water
1 packet powdered apple cider
Whipped Cream (the fake kind is best)
Nutmeg or Cinnamon

Boil water and pour in mug. Mix in powdered apple cider. Add the half-shot of Tuaca, put a dollop of Whipped Cream on top, and then add a dash of Nutmeg or Cinnamon (http://www.drinkoftheweek.com/archive/i/italian_toddy.htm).

This Yule’s Audio Cure for Almost Any Ailment

The official mix for the year has been released. I’ve happily toiled over it for many hours. Come on over and I’ll make you a cocktail and a copy and Chi Chi will sniff you in special places.

Song…Artist

I Feel It…Urban Myth Club

Daybreak…Nitin Sawhney featuring Faheem Mazhar

Seeker…Stanton Warriors

Black Swan…Thom Yorke

Just for the Kick…Coldcut

Awaken…Sophie & Ives

Gina Escapes…Bear McCreary

What’s a Girl to Do?…Bat for Lashes

Feed Me…Tricky

Steve Biko (Stir It Up)…A Tribe Called Quest

Truth or Dare…N*E*R*D

Gobbledigook…Sigur Ros

Pierrot…Loic Lantione

Steel Bird…Ekova

Affection…Zap Mama

Shadowland…Nitin Sawhney featuring Ojos de Brujo

Roslin and Adama…Bear McCreary

A Study in Cat Calendars, Part II

If I could get paid for doing the things I love, like 2% of the world’s population does…well, one of them would make me a Lady of the Night, which is merely a technicality. But I also enjoy taking pictures of pets (with product placement, see: Fat Tire). I would call my business, The Cat Whore (TM), or, Furr Shots (TM).

Everybody wants in on it. (Chi Chi enjoys starting revolucións).

Charles Sabastian Loves Snow

I was startled because of the abundance of emotion he let out. He wasn’t even embarrassed about being happy.

Monthly Series: BSG and a Vagina Party

Y’all, my cycle is off. I worked for a year way back in 2005 to get it with the full moon, and now I’m off by 4 days. It’s time for another Vagina Party. Let’s put on shades of red and party harty. Since Vagina Supporters have diminished greatly in my new isolated life, the Cunt Coloring Contest rules will need to be changed.

Also coming up soon is the premier of the last episodes of Battlewhore. For the 1.5 people wondering who I think the Final Cylon is, my final bet is on Lee Adama. I don’t want to talk about it.

kthanksbai.

Chi Chi: Destroyer of Random Items, Causing a Deficit of her Worth

A few people have known me to say before leaving my pad or going to bed, “No, wait. I have to Chi Chi-Proof first,” and it is a crucial ritual. I scout the place looking for anything she could knock over, chew on, get into, or lick that would be a detriment to my existence. At first, one may chuckle at this, but then they realize that Chi Chi will indeed ruin anything. She’s always been that kind of critter. I don’t know, she came into the world with random loco klutz wired-in. I don’t think she actively seeks out things in a mischievous way, she just happens upon whatever it is and somehow messes is up. Before acquiring anything, I actually ask myself if it would be Chi Chi-Proof. There will never be any new furniture in her lifespan, I would have a heart attack.

In the last week, Chi Chi has destroyed the following:

• Roll of bio-degradable dog poo bags ($1.50) – knocked it down from the counter and took it to another dimension, never to be found again.
• Neosporine ($5.00) – bit 582 holes in the tube because she apparently liked the squishes. No, she was not poisoned.
• Columbia henley shirt ($25) – in a wild rampage, ran down the 25-foot shotgun hallway and leaped thru the bathroom to the wet shirt hanging to dry on the shower curtain rod. Hole in the knit, shirt in the water dish. Not fixable.
• Royal Robbins shirt ($30, irreplaceable because they don’t make it anymore and also my favorite shirt in the world) – while brushing my teeth, she came out of nowhere and jumped on my back (!) and didn’t quite make it to a sturdy position, causing holes in my shirt and skin and also an expletive or four.

I am not sure what is causing this rash of crazy, but really, it’s like this a lot. I get a little frustrated. But, we muddle through somehow. She makes me laugh, and I love her still. Priceless.

(on the cabin counter, where she is not supposed to be)