Got Britney Down My Pants and My Gin and Sprite

I have that old meme in my head today. That is really old, too. If that meme had a vagina, there would be mummy dust and Dead Sea Scrolls coming out of it.

DEAD to the C-Z scrollies REPRAZENT.

Ahem. The thing I really have is basil. Loads of it.

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I went out and denuded a couple of bushes. I decided to go for the variety this year, so I have regular (unleaded), this wee kind that’s called fino verde or something, and Thai basil. Strudel jumped in and helped me pick, and she went for the Thai basil, which I was avoiding. She started plucking the purple flowers off the top. I suspect my pesto will have a slight licorice flavor as a result. I managed to fend off the helpful handfuls of mint and parsley that were also trying to befriend the basil.

Last month I found a pesto recipe for “lighter” pesto. Usually I find lighter irritating, but in this case it’s nice to have a creamier and less-oily pesto.

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I also found a mongo zucchini from hell. Time for zukeyloaf!

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In Other News: No More Hairy Pooper

(Imagine the token actress on Iron Chef: “Not really spoilers, but reminiscent of spoiler flavor? Hee hee hee hee!”)

Last night I finished the new Harry Potter. What took so long was that my fella and I were reading it out loud. Then one night we fell off it, citing tiredness. And we didn’t pick it up the next night, or the next. Finally we had that awkward conversation.

“I thought you were really into it,” I said.

“I thought you were,” he replied.

We pretty much bitched all the way through it, about the laggy parts, the frivolous side plots, the tongue-twistingly awful awkward bits of prose, and the fact that the heroes were blundering around without a real plan ninety percent of the time. We talked about how we would have written it, and about how the parts that were shown were the parts that could have been skipped over, and about how a lot of the interesting things were just mentioned in passing. A blog friend of mine said that it is just not fair that a lot of the information surrounding the book simply wasn’t in it, and will be released in the upcoming encyclopedia.

But, I did find it gratifying that my imaginary boyfriend was revealed to have such an emo patronus. *fnif*

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11 thoughts on “Got Britney Down My Pants and My Gin and Sprite

  1. I have yet to read the last one out. I refuse to drop money on something I could get from the library for free, and 910 other people decided to place a hold on it before I did. So it’s pretty lame?

    I have had random people gifting me with squash lately. I have a zuke as long as my forearm upstairs. I’ve been grating the zucchini, pressing all the liquid out, and freezing it. Zuke loaf all winter!

  2. I downloaded a PDF of the book from teh intarwubz and read it at work & stuff. It took about two days. I liked that Ron finally got to Do Something, I like that Ron’s Mom called someone a bitch while wailin’ on her, and that… was about it. Everyone I know who’s read the book got about 75% through it and couldn’t figure out how she was going to end things, especially as she OMG INTRODUCED GIANT NEW CONCEPTS WHICH SHOULD HAVE BEEN THEIR OWN FUCKING BOOK IN THERE.

    If you want to read something that’s actually, y’know, good then you might want to check out Melusine by Sarah Monette or The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch.

    I can’t wait for autumn. I need to steal my mom’s recipe for zucchini bread, because really it’s more of a cake and I love it. It’s insanely moist and I could eat fifteen pounds of it in one sitting of allowed. Then I’d explode in a very disgusting manner. But I’d explode happily.

  3. Strudel is so scrumptiously cute! She makes me wanna procreate — with or without the husband’s assent!

    I wish you had a regular advice column. “Dear I, Asshole…”

    Remember that cool tool you created for determining what to get your mom for mother’s day? Maybe there’s one that can help me determine if I would rather abandon my partner so I can fulfill my maternal instincts, or abandon my dreams of a family for the comfort and security of a loving companion. Sigh.

  4. I used to have an advice column. It was terrible! But fun.

    The older I get the less qualified I think I am to dispense advice.

  5. Heh. I thought, “Hey, your friend thinks like me!”

    In other news, you need the Thai recipe I have been making for spicy chicken with basil. I wish basil would grow here, but it is far too windy.

  6. YOU KNOW, PO-TA-TO? Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stooo!

    Oh wait, that’s not what you asked. Zukeyloaf=zucchini bread.

  7. Time to dress all in black, go out in the middle of the night, and leave bags of zucchini on the neighbor’s doorsteps.

    With bows on top.

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