Irish and more

I hate when I go so long without a post, because then it feels overwhelming to get it all down, like this is a daily catalogue of life or something (which we all know it’s not). That feeling makes me not post longer and longer, and well, the whole thing then implodes.

I had an overall lovely St. Pat’s. We got a room at a hotel downtown so we wouldn’t need to drive, which was fun but odd–I had never before spent a night in a hotel when I was driving distance from home. We will definitely have to do it again, and take the time to enjoy the cable and the whirlpool bath (instead of just using it as the drunken driving stopgap).

Mary and Sean and I went down to Maxwells and had our corned beef and cabbage, and then went to McClafferty’s for a Guinness. We left immediately after because of how crowded it was, and headed on over to 123, where we spent the rest of our evening. Sean wound up working the second half of the night, but I had a good time (and I think he did too, despite the work).

We stayed up in the hotel room until about 7 am with a various motley assortment of folks, all of which I enjoyed spending time with. I had intended to use the hotel’s wireless internet to post a journal entry at some point, but instead we used it to watch Ultimate Showdown, Dr. Tran, Strongbad, and other fabulous late night internet excitements.

Good stuff.

I had corned beef, cabbage, and really wonderful potatoes, lots of Guinness and whiskey, not even a smidge of green beer. If Irish can be a feeling, I had it. Oh yes.

fishy business

Russian fishermen catch squeaking alien and eat it…

(via Neil Gaiman)

Why is it that throughout history when people catch odd things, they eat them or chop them into tiny bits and burn them? It’s always so suspicious. Though after watching the video yesterday, Sean says there are several fish with eyes on the front instead of the sides, and that would certainly seem disconcerting. If some catches from the Sea of Azov look like that one, it’s no wonder people suspected mermaids…

Some readers of Neil Gaiman’s blog say it is a guitar fish. I just found the whole thing very cool.

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I’ve recently become enamoured of salmon burgers. (Allow me to suggest a healthy dollop of BBQ sauce in the mix, it complements the flavor of salmon wonderfully. And seasoned bread-crumbs are good, too.) I had not previously bought much canned salmon, so I bought one of the little packets (like tuna fish now popularly comes in) and two of the larger cans, thinking that with the bigger cans I could pre-mix and store.

The salmon I bought in the cans had skin and bones in it. Why? Why would you have skin and bones in a canned product? It’s not even a tiny bit easy to remove the things. I had a spinal column in there, fer chrissakes! And so many tiny tiny bones… It was unusable. (And no, there was nothing on the can about bones or skin, either way, so I didn’t just fail to read. I failed to realize that having it sans bones and skin was a special request.) So no more cans for me, the little packets are more than just gimmicky packaging.