Innovations in food science:

Occasionally a use for bacon that should be obvious escapes my faculties. Such is the case with the discovery today of bacon cups.

Not Martha uses hers for salad, but that's aiming low. Bacon cups should be used for Fettuccine Alfredo, Extra-Creamy Grits, Mashed Potatoes, and pretty much any casserole that'll remain semi-solid.

Extra fun structured lists!

1. Last night we blocked (somewhat) the seduction scene in The Underpants. The woman playing Gertrude made a point of telling everyone she didn't mind being groped or anything onstage, which is good, as I'm apparently getting to second base.


2. One of my lines in the show during the seduction scene is "Desire adjusts morality." I suggested that, translated into Latin, would be appropriate for stamping on any currency bearing the likeness of our current president.


3. For realistic business networking instead of zombies and pirates, I've joined LinkedIn. Naturally among the first persons added to my contacts is my old professor at Georgia Tech, George P. Burdell.


4. While googling my actual name doesn't turn up much interesting, googling "fancycwabs" gets some really exciting items (for various definitions of "exciting"):
   • A podcast of my voice post where I sing "Bakin' Cookies"
   • A joke about what a "New York Steamer" sandwich would be called if it had been invented in Cuyahoga County, from a page listing posts about the Cuyahoga County Library
   • A comment from Boing Boing under the topic "Spider-Man's Radioactive Spooge Killed Mary Jane!
   • A two-sentence review of an Amy LaVere album, snatched from here and put on its own page
   • Another comment from Boing Boing where I make conjectures about Reed Richards' intellectual capacity, putting the garage on the top floor of the Baxter Building
   • A twitter aggregator by subject called buzztter, which might be fun to play with


5. Jones Soda makes fizzy grape candy. I can testify that it is both grape, and fizzy. For those who might be questioning my consumption of grape candy while on a diet, I suggest the following:
   • Each piece is 2.5 calories (that's US calories, Britons)
   • Screw you. Grape fizzy candy!


6. They've blocked flickr here at work full-time now (it used to be accessible before eight and after four), so it'll be a while before I get around to showing y'all pictures of snow in Memphis, and of a barbecue sandwich I got at a cinderblock shack at the crossroads of Macon and Pisgah. I should note that the very best barbecue sandwiches in Memphis also seem to coincide primarily with places that also serve forties. Is that true in other cities?


7. As predicted, we had to "buy the advertising" for the little cwab's High School Musical program ourselves. I don't know if that's a scam to eliminate royalty payments (which are based on ticket prices), or some other sort of scam, but between that and all the other incidental fees charged over the year, you'd think she wasn't going to public school at all.

A poll. For you.

[Poll #1152523]

I ask because there's 80-odd folks on my friendslist, five of whom occasionally share stuff on Google Reader. Where are the rest of you? I want a hive mind!

Edit: There seem to a a high proportion of "huh?" answers to the second question, so I'll provide an example. If I'm reading, say, this entry about converting David Lee Roth's vocal track on "Runnin' With The Devil" to be sung along with Vangelis' "Chariots of Fire", and I think to myself that maybe other people would be interested in hearing what that sounds like, I can click on an icon and it will automatically show up in everyone else's readers, as well. Ordinarily I'd be stuck putting a blog post or starting a thread somewhere to say "Hey! Look at this!" but clicking the "share" icon is way easier.

I stand accused:

Tonight at rehearsals we took some head shots and group shots for publicity, and finally got around to the business of working with our new Versati, who should turn out to be just fine. But before we could get to that, there was some unpleasant business to deal with.

It seems that sometime during the previous 24 hour period, someone had left a present in the ladies' room, neglected to flush, locked the stall door, and crawled out under the partition, so that the cleaning folks (I'm not sure they even have cleaning folks) had to crawl under the partition to unlock the door to clean the toilet. And we were all suspects.

We looked at one another, then decided it must be some of the homeschool kids who take classes there during the day.

Edit: But not before some uncomfortable discussion about the volume of poop that a five-year-old could generate in a single session.