Thursday, November 20, 2008

My Plea . . .

I'm listening to this sound track on the headphones today while I'm working, and this song came on. It struck me as extremely appropriate, considering the events of this weekend. Listen to the lyrics, it's very dammed appropriate.




And yes, I knew him before he was famous.

I'm good today.

Tuesday was Dylan's birthday, and we went to Victoria to eat and do a little shopping.

Last night, I had planned to make pork and green chili tacos, but my green chili seems to have disappeared. I made something else, which took longer, so I basically spent all night in the kitchen or on the phone.

Why on the phone? My sister called with news about Scottie. Good news. . . . stay tuned!

8 comments:

ouyangdan said...

So you knew the accent was a sham and you didn't tell anyone? ;)

Brave Sir Robin said...

I think I posted about that once . . . maybe not, it may have been at the pub.

Brave Sir Robin said...

Oh, and yes, the accent is a sham. But a pretty damn good one.

DCup said...

Let me play it one more time. Oh yeah, perfect. Perfect!

I'm glad to hear there's good news about your brother.

Just a Plane Ride Away said...

Fingers crossed about Scottie!

What did you end up cooking?

Brave Sir Robin said...

Dcup - Works for you too, huh?

JAPRA - I used the pork for a little mushroom noodle thing. Pretty tasty! Sherry, mushrooms, leftover pork, you know the routine . . . One thing I can assure you, it did not smell like feet!

Anne said...

Spike!!! I <3 Spike.

Just a Plane Ride Away said...

Hahah!

Your mushroom noodle recipe sounds delish :-)