What a weekend, my friends.
Saw pals Gabe and Gwen randomly on the street, on my way home from the Somerville Library sale. There would be pictures if I'd remembered to bring the camera. Both looked great - life in New Jersey seems to appeal to them. Gabe gave me his email address, but not Gwen's. I know it's because she crushes on me. Admit it, girl.
The library sale was great fun, with many, many books to be had on the cheap. I picked up an embarassing number of classic Trek related things, most specifically the Log books that were adaptations of episodes of the Animated Series. Why is that not on DVD? Tell me, somebody. Anybody? (Yes, I am a nerd. A big honkin' one. Women still love me for my rapier wit and ability to order General Gau's chicken no matter what my state of intoxication. More on the General later.)
Worked at the shop with Aaron on Sunday - he did downstairs stuff while I did all the retail stuff upstairs. His girl Sarah's in town and apparently spent a huge amount at Pluto in Davis Square, buying cards and bags and a cute vest with a hood. Hoodie vest? What? Fashion over functionality there, kids. I also had a pleasant meeting with a cat named Bruce - he's the person who makes sure you can subscribe to Bloom County online and get Bill, Opus, et al delivered to your email at a very decent cost. I don't normally believe in paying for content delivery, but since Bruce is a nice guy (who wants my New Order bootlegs), I'll give some props in his general direction.
Now, about General Gau. Me and him, we've had a thing. It's been really good, it's been really bad, but General Gau's Chicken has been a constant in my life. I usually get it from Dragon Garden, who manage to do a General that's not too sweet and has a nice bite and I considered it the best I'd ever had until Lynn Breymer and I decided to order from Yummy Hut. Since then, my life has been immensely better. The balance between sweet and spicy makes your pupils dilate and you enter a trance state. The chicken is perfectly cooked and the veg doesn't seem just tossed in randomly. Oh, I could go on for pages about the chicken from Yummy Hut, but their name says it all.
Now, if they'd just sell T-shirts with their logo.
Saw pals Gabe and Gwen randomly on the street, on my way home from the Somerville Library sale. There would be pictures if I'd remembered to bring the camera. Both looked great - life in New Jersey seems to appeal to them. Gabe gave me his email address, but not Gwen's. I know it's because she crushes on me. Admit it, girl.
The library sale was great fun, with many, many books to be had on the cheap. I picked up an embarassing number of classic Trek related things, most specifically the Log books that were adaptations of episodes of the Animated Series. Why is that not on DVD? Tell me, somebody. Anybody? (Yes, I am a nerd. A big honkin' one. Women still love me for my rapier wit and ability to order General Gau's chicken no matter what my state of intoxication. More on the General later.)
Worked at the shop with Aaron on Sunday - he did downstairs stuff while I did all the retail stuff upstairs. His girl Sarah's in town and apparently spent a huge amount at Pluto in Davis Square, buying cards and bags and a cute vest with a hood. Hoodie vest? What? Fashion over functionality there, kids. I also had a pleasant meeting with a cat named Bruce - he's the person who makes sure you can subscribe to Bloom County online and get Bill, Opus, et al delivered to your email at a very decent cost. I don't normally believe in paying for content delivery, but since Bruce is a nice guy (who wants my New Order bootlegs), I'll give some props in his general direction.
Now, about General Gau. Me and him, we've had a thing. It's been really good, it's been really bad, but General Gau's Chicken has been a constant in my life. I usually get it from Dragon Garden, who manage to do a General that's not too sweet and has a nice bite and I considered it the best I'd ever had until Lynn Breymer and I decided to order from Yummy Hut. Since then, my life has been immensely better. The balance between sweet and spicy makes your pupils dilate and you enter a trance state. The chicken is perfectly cooked and the veg doesn't seem just tossed in randomly. Oh, I could go on for pages about the chicken from Yummy Hut, but their name says it all.
Now, if they'd just sell T-shirts with their logo.
