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09172016-24


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Not a lot more to say today . . . Shobhit and I considered going down to the theatre in our condo complex last night for "Action Movie Night" but wound up deciding against it. We stayed in our condo and watched my Netflix copy of The Fugitive instead -- which I put in my queue after it was talked about on a podcast. My Favorite Murder, maybe. Anyway, that movie came out in 1993, the same year as Jurassic Park (it was the year's #3 box office earner, after Mrs. Doubtfire), and it holds up surprisingly well. I hadn’t watched it in years. As I told Shobhit, he would like it -- it's very much the kind of movie he would find available on our streaming services and watch. As it happens, it was only available on delivered disc.

Anyway, we also had the dinner Shobhit made, and here I really must compliment him: just as his mother did once, he made a broccoli dish that I actually kind of liked! Now, his was still more potatoes than broccoli (but those were essentially the only two main ingredients, the rest spices and seasoning), and when his mom once amazed me by making a broccoli dish I could stomach, that dish was almost all-broccoli -- therefore, as a cook, she's still the more impressive. Shobhit would even agree with me on that. But! The fact that Shobhit made this well enough for me to get down is still amazing. I guess he comes from a family of wizards!

We actually watched the latest two episodes of Trial & Error first, then the movie, and then we made a very frustrated attempt at doing the Thursday New York Times crossword puzzle (because it's always available online after something like 6 pm the night before). We got very frustrated with it early on and gave up, though, only to find out when clicking "reveal" that a bunch of squares had "OT" in a single square. How the fuck were we supposed to figure that out! The revealed puzzle in its completion looked fucked up with all those "OT" squares in them. Go fuck yourself, New York Times crossword puzzle!

Okay, not really. I suppose we'll have to learn how to get the clue in future puzzles like that. There was one not long ago that had two letters in single squares here and there. Not like this one, though. This one had a ton of them.

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08282016-52


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I just got back from lunch with Karen over at Six-Seven at the Edgewater Hotel, during which we decided we'd go someplace new next time, since it's during my Birth Week vacation and I am thus not tied to the area where Belltown meets Lower Queen Anne. Next time, we'll meet at the South Lake Union Portage Bay Café, which at least has the same menu as the one we used to meet at across the street from my old office location, and is actually much closer to her office.

We split the truffle macaroni and cheese, and had enough leftover for me to save to have lunch tomorrow. We talked social plans and politics, the usual stuff. What a stunning moron White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer is.

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And also! As soon as I got there, I had to show her the picture I took of the latest "gift pack" from a broker -- this time from one who knows how much I love Tandoor Chef Naan Pizza.

I got an email from Arvin at Reception, telling me I had "perishables in the mail room." Huh? Okay. I went back there and the box was so big, at first I thought there was a chance it was just a prospective vendor sending samples that should really have gone to Scott or Noah and just thinking it was supposed to go to me.

But then I opened the box. Fifteen of the naan pizzas. That is literally more than I can store in my freezer at home! I'm probably barely going to be able to stash the ones I decide to keep here in the merchandising freezer, which itself gets pretty packed. I'll have to go and check it for space as soon as I post this.

This particular broker did already tell me I had some pizzas coming my way soon. I just had no idea it would be this excessive. This kind of excess from a broker has only happened once before, eight and a half years ago when I was sent eight boxes of Late July Organic Cheddar Cheese Mini Sandwich Crackers. But at least those could just be stored in my desk drawer!

Well, anyway. Now I'm so loved it's becoming a nuisance. That's not a complaint!

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04012017-20

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