Greasylicious

With only a couple of days left in January, I realize I've neglected my blog. I'm bad at blogs. But here goes.

Do you enjoy the delicious foodstuffs known as Chicken Carbonara? It comes in sandwich form from Quizznos, and a little while ago, I discovered its best form yet. Pizza.

A local place known as Rocco's Wood Fired Pizza specializes in weird pizzas, one of which is my favorite Chicken Carbonara. It's got chicken, bacon, onions, and a cheesy alfredo-y sauce that's just to die for. It's so full of grease, but it is a good treat every once in awhile. Rocco's also boasts some other interesting flavors, including a salmon-topped wonder called Spago. My friends tried that one and seemed to give it favorable lip-smacks as they devoured it, so I'll go ahead and recommend that as well. I haven't really got anything else to report. I only thought of it because the last leftovers were my lunch today! Mmmmm.

Happy eating!

Play a little quieter, please.

So! Tonight was Play! at the Bass Hall. The evening started out well enough, with friends and good food at Cantina Laredo. That place is really tasty, but a little too expensive if you ask me. I give it a score of "Meeeeh try it once."

But on to the symphony. We arrived and I immediately knew I should not have come. Cosplayers. A huge group of them. Directly in front of us. There were people in all kinds of outfits: cosplay, nice dresses, suits, and yes, hoodies that said "Megatokyo" on them. My discomfort grew steadily worse as the cosplay tards mingled close to where we sat. Some passed us by, and I relaxed a little. It seems I relaxed too soon, however, because three snotty-nosed fourteen-year-old strumpet-brats in loli-goth bo-peep pieces of crap came and sat in front of us.

I tried very hard to just ignore them and listen to the pretty music, but honestly, except for Castlevania, the World of Warcraft, and One Winged Angel (and really not even that...I just love that piece), nothing the symphony played was really good enough to distract me fully from these little would-be pedo-victims. Seriously. Where. Were. Their. PARENTS!?!?!?! Did no one teach them etiquette? (Pardon) JESUS HOTEL RECEPTION CHRIST! I hope they grow up into normal humans, but by the time you spend that much on loli-goth gear, you're pretty much gone.

I try to like people. I do. But when the conductor announces Guild Wars is to replace the Silent Hill soundtrack and you scream "NOOO I WASTED ALL MY MONEY" in the middle of the goddamn symphony, I hate you. I hate you with the fiery burning passion of a thousand suns.

What was the encore? I have no idea, but I'll bet money they played One-Winged Angel again. I left before they played, because the loli-tards were screaming at the top of their lungs for the Silent Hill bullshit crappy theme music.

Great. Now I hate Silent Hill. I'm going to bed, and go away.

Poem for the pup

Gather 'round bloggers, for a story to hear
'Bout a girl and a dog and a grand New Year

Birthday parties and new years, let's celebrate right
And lift spirits and glasses all through the night.

Come along home in the wee of the morn
To find much excitement instead of expected scorn.

Wee pup was excited to see her faux-master
And tore out of her cage so that she could pee faster.

Facing the facts, the leash, and the cold of near-dawn,
The pup drags our hero out so she can sniff at the lawn.

Whereupon the morning's business is complete,
Girl falls into bed, drunk, with freezing cold feet.

She's keeping this dog for a traveling friend,
Who plans to return shortly after year's end.

But for now, while she lays, shivering cold,
This warm little pup's worth twice its weight in gold.

She jumps up for snuggles and smooches goodnight.
Then curls up below to prevent toe-frostbite.

So thanks, little pup, so cute and so dear,
Go home to your master, and have a Happy New Year.

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