Nick Postagulous
Friday, December 10, 2004
U2's Bono is Whining Girl
Dang it, my favorite line from Beautiful Day, which I thought went something like "See the Tuna Fleets bringing the 'breen' now" is actually "See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out."
Bono, their Tuna. The pig of the sea. It's their purpose to make my tastebuds happy.
Speaking of Tuna
As you may or may not know, I don't eat like normal people do. My focus is generally on glycemicness or ease of preparation, well, both really, and not so based on taste. I had miscalculated how much peanut butter I had at work (which I eat with a plastic fork out the jar), so I was very hungry when I got home.
Two days in a row, I've gotten home and made tuna salad, much to Bono's sad whining protests.
Wednesday's tuna salad was fairly normal. Tuna, mayo, grey poupon, sweet relish, sweet red pepper, stir, eat with crackers. But yesterday, I was inspired by all the tuna salad recipes I'd seen on allrecipes.com and did a curry thing. Tuna, curry powder, sweet red pepper, some mayo, grey poupon, stir, put in pita. Tasted it and it was ok, but needed something (a strip of bacon and lettuce would be great, but I'm too lazy/hungry). I added the sweet relish and honey.
Honey + Tuna + Curry = makes the baby Bono cry, but I thought it rocked.
A Divided House
I'm an enviro guy. It's my job. I'm also all about the conservation of energy by not being too self indulgent in the auto size or utility bill size dept. Heck, if it weren't for the kooks out there, I might even be considered frugal too. And I linked to Treehugger and some other of the soy eating, dome home living, Volvo driving sites. I was about to delete Treehugger, but they had this gem today:
Our friend Design Sponge turned us on to these beautiful Looloo cushions, floor pillows, and blankets, which are so, so fine. Besides being incredibly soft and luxurious and looking totally modern and yet very casual, they are made entirely from organic materials
And this:
What comes around goes around, especially when it comes to records. So we can only assume that the crappy crooners whose unloved vinyl became these cool cuffs would rather have been reincarnated as a ladies' adornment than sent out with trash and buried forever in the landfill. At $24, they're a hit. Also available in black.
Oh, wait, yeah, you totally suck. Bye-bye.
Fambly
My dad who was laid off work the Friday before Thanksgiving is reading my blog. So I'm going to try to show what an alien I am for a while. I'll recap some TV shows and blather on about the control scheme of the Armored Core series being the worst thing working against it tomorrow or something.
Or talk more about Tuna, pop bands, and revile against internet enviro-hypocrisy. No, I'm over that. I sure hope. Since it even bores me.
