March, 2007 Archives

I’ve mentioned my unwieldy financial spreedsheet before, right? Well, it just told me that I’ve spent over $50 this month at Dunkin Donuts. Whatever, that’s kind of a lot, but I accept it. And as I contemplate yet another after-work latte, I see that DD has gotten $20 from me this week alone. So now I’m sad. How can I possibly justify yet another $3 cup of mostly milk and ice? (tomorrow is pay day, though…)

My brain, however, has come up with a way to trick me into having my latte and drinking it too: I can recharge my Dunkin Card online! For whatever reason, I’ve come to look down on those recurring $3-$5 purchases as evil wallet vampires, sucking away the blood of my financial life. But! My budget leaves plenty of room for one or two moderate, $20-$40, “on-a-whim” purchases each week. (for instance, I’m getting a tortilla press this week!)

So! What if I just put $20 on my Dunkin card? I get 5 or 6 guilt-free trips to the crackhouse local DD and the spreadsheet doesn’t shame me for another week or two. Excellent.

Dunkin psychology

Em has a scary good memory, so when she read about that tainted pet food story last week, she immediately thought SNL. I had no idea what she was talking about until she tracked this video down:

Oh, the irony. Sad, sad, hilarious irony.

No Shep, that’s not for you

After 129 episodes, watching Colin Farrell teach Turk and JD a life lesson was the last leg of my journey to watch every episode of Scrubs. And just in time, too, because Em is returning our cable box to Mothership Cox this week.

So what did I learn? Scrubs is a good show. It has that absurd comedy that I just love (like The Simpsons and one of my new faves, 30Rock) but has an emotional honesty that you don’t see on sitcoms. And the new episodes are just as hilarious as ever. Now, what show can I get hooked on next…

My crowning achievement of 2007

I love me my kitchen gadgets. I’ve got the citrus squeezer, the pasta roller, various silicone widgets, the coffee grinder that cost me over $100 (totally worth it). So I appreciate seemingly simple leaps of culinary imagination, and this just had me grinning: Baker’s Edge Brownie Pan.

Em is in charge of the dessert baking in our house, but I’d love to give one of these a spin. Of course, I’m a middles man myself, so I might have to wait for someone to invent the Baker’s Middle.

Brilliant Brownie Tech

I wrote some new code today that I thought might break some old stuff I wrote a few weeks ago, so I went back and tested it out. Apparently I did break something, because here’s the error message I got: “The change could not be saved for some unknown reason. Frick.”

Yeah, this is what happens when you stay up way too late watching way too much Scrubs. (Only 6 episodes left until I’ve seen them all!)

Too much Scrubs

As my pudgy physique will attest to, I’m not even close to what you might consider a health nut. I have, however, pretty much cut out high fructose corn syrup from my diet (not exactly pursposefully, mostly just from buying less processed and other junk foods.) So, no soda, no fruit drinks, no ho-hos. This weekend, though, I had some lemonade with the old HFCS and man, that stuff is nasty.

Unlike some people, I don’t think sugar is poison, and I don’t think it (directly) makes you fat (my favorite saccharide? maltose.) But I can’t believe how much my reaction to things I used to consume regularly has changed. If you like your Mountain Dew, I suggest never getting off it, you might not be able to go back.

HFCS fun fact: the sugar syrup in most sodas (not this, though!) is actually only about half fructose, with the other half being glucose. And fructose has a much lower glycemic index than glucose (and table sugar). What does this all mean? Who the heck knows.

Sugar. Oh honey, honey

It occurs to me that I might not have mentioned on the blog that I keep bees. Or, rather, I used to keep bees. I quick peek into the hive this weekend rapidly turned into a mass funeral for the few hundred bees that remained in my backyard apiary. I’m not sure yet, but I think they froze to death, and maybe the mysterious honey bee disease that we’ve been hearing about this year had something to do with my small scale extinction event.

they don't look so bad, but they're gone

If you look closely at the picture, you can spot a few of the girls (they’re all females) upside down, or with their feet sticking up. And of course the big black blob in the top right is a pile of dead bees. So now I have some investigating to do, and another package of bees to order.

Stupid cold winter…

The Queen is dead

According to my spreadsheet, I’ve now seen 113 episodes of Scrubs in the last month. And after 113 episodes, I finally got to see the first one ever.

First episodes are weird to watch after you’ve been following a show for a while. I can picture the writers trying to balance introducing their characters with the backstory and future ideas already mapped out. There’s so many little clues to who these people are that you miss the first time around.

So number one was my 114th, which leaves me with only 13 episodes left. Another week and I’ll be free to go to bed at a decent hour (but of course I’ll miss laughing my ass off at 2am).

Just like the first time