Day Four. Week One.

"Before I got in this business I was in the chicken business."
~ Chubby Checker

So...there they are. The little pile of bones, tendons and gristle that used to be some fairly delicious mango-habanero chicken wings. Looking at the plate, I find it completely understandable how someone could be put off by eating meat. What's left of them is just awful. They look as if some fairly large carnivorous beast with crooked teeth has mangled them in what can only be described as a feeding frenzy. The way the grease has pooled into a congealed blob, mingling with the remnants of the sauce isn't helping the cause to turn vegans back into omnivores, either. I especially like the way that the little cup of blue cheese dressing looks, though. It has greasy, sauce-colored fingerprints on it, little bits of flesh and sinew floating in it, and has taken on a delightful orange sheen. Damn. Just describing it is making me want to eat the remaining two wings, fullness straight to hell. Anyway...they were pretty damned good. I'm sure that somewhere before all that, I was going to launch some sort of anti-vegan-vegetarian propaganda or smear, but the happiness that I have garnered from writing about the plate of death has made all of that seem pointless. 

It's cold in here. Damned cold. I know that I've bitched and pissed and moaned about this before, but that was when we had heat in the house. As of...yesterday?...we seem to have run out of oil. I guess that didn't matter so much earlier today. We had a bit of running around to do and we we didn't, we were curled up under a blanket with the space heater on. I feel that this is as good of a time as any to admit how easy it is to lay around when your spouse is recovering from surgery. Aside from doing what needs to be done on a daily basis to keep the household running, I get to lay around all the time with her. I mean, she is basically bedridden after all, so why not join in the fun? But seriously. This cold bullshit needs to stop. At least in the house, for heaven's sake. I'm afraid that as a human being, my pampered white ass has become far too domesticated to not be able to control the temperature inside my domicile. It's almost as bad as being without running water, which we thankfully still have. And don't think that I haven't thought about transplanting our lazy asses into the warmth of the shower, either. 

Today has been a fairly pleasant day, otherwise. I spent a lot of my time today watching short films on Killer Whales. It taught me something very important about how life actually works. It taught me that Erica and I have completely differing views on Killer Whales. This is important to know, as I now realize that watching a group of swimming gangstas mob a Grey Whale calf and slowly drowning it to death before eating only it's head is something that I can absolutely cross off of any to-do-list that I may or may not have been secretly plotting. This is me becoming enlightened.

Well, them's the highlights. I could probably continue on in this fashion were my fingers not becoming stiff from the cold. But they are. And that, as they say, is that. I do believe that the kids need showers and have a serious bout of lazing around to accomplish. 

Until tomorrow....