Curse you, Green Horseradish!

Oddly enough, I woke up today without any sense of taste. I have been able to smell as usual, but eating has been a depressingly lacklustre event. The only taste zone that seems to be semi-intact is the "bitter" zone toward the back and sides of my tongue. I had a mint earlier, and rather than cool mintiness, all I got was a weird bitter taste toward the back.

All I can think is that is has something to do with the fact that I ate large quantities of wasabi peas yesterday. I tasted them at the time... or so I thought. One never knows.

The main reason being tasteless (heh) sucks today is that we were taken out on a business lunch today to a really nice restaurant. I got a lovely calamari dish which was perfectly cooked and melted in my mouth. However, I no idea if it tasted nice--I just know it was not gummy like bad calamari tends to be.

darn wasabi peas.

Sudden Bit of Respect for the USPS

Soo... while driving home from work today, I was surprised and gratified to catch a snippet of a song by The Postal Service between news items. Even more interesting, however, was the fact that the next story was a little piece about the fact that the United States Postal Service had discovered that a little electro-indie band on the West coast was using "their name" and sent them a cease and desist letter.

I imagine the exchange taking place between shy indie rocker Benjamin Gibbard and a stern looking middle aged group of postal workers.

Postal spokesperson: You can't use our name you know!

Benjamin Gibbard: Oh? Oh...shucks.

Postal spokesperson: (clearly had been expecting more anger) So..that's..uh,that.

Bejanmin Gibbard: (hands in pockets, kicking one foot a little) ...But I LIKE the postal service.

Postal spokesperson: (quietly muttering out of side of mouth to other postal people - "oh my god, he's so adorable! are we sure about this?")

Other Postal People: (burst out) Fine!! AUGH! You're so cute!! Be our mascot!! We'll make a stamp with you on it!!

Benjamin Gibbard: Ok. Cool.

True: Surprisingly, after the intial contact, rather than requiring the customary ceasing and desisting, the USPS found themselves charmed by the adorablilty of the indie kids, and eventually asked if they could adopt them as the offical USPS band. Apparently the USPS wants The Postal Service's music for commercials, to sell their cds in post offices, and have them play at a mega-conference for postal big-wigs coming up.

Who's your daddy?

Uncle Sam.

Boating Day in the USA

I stood in line with everyone this morning, but the difference is, I was actually being PAID while I was standing there. I love my company.

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Boo whines and whiiiines until I fill the cat bowl to an amount he find sufficient. It's different all the time. Some days, he becomes wrathful that there is only a half bowl of chow available for him at any one time. Other days it can dwindle to one or two nuggets before he starts to complain. Today it didn't look as though Nihao and he had eaten at all during the day. The bowl still contained about the amount I had measured out for them when I left this morning.

As I inpsected it, his persistant BEEEEEWWWWWWW??? bbeeeeeeewwww?? got louder and louder, and he actually stood up to tap me on the elbow with his paw. So, like my parents before me, (carefully salting my plate of food when I begged for it--but without turning the salter upside down so anything comes out) I picked up his food bowl and carefully rustled through it with my fingers. "I'm adding brand NEW food for you," I lied.

I put the bowl down and he huffily ate his fill and promptly went to sleep afterward. I must admit I was a little shocked that it worked. I had expected some innate feline sense to alert him. I guess he's more like a little kid than I thought.