Snow storm!

Probably the most snow we've gotten all winter... and of course we shut everything down (again). Yay government! Huzzah snow!

All I want for X-mas..

is Red Dragon Backpack Flame Weeder!

Somosas and Jam (p.s. I'm still alive)

New use for Anderson family blueberry jam - a little greek yogurt and it makes a delicious samosa dipping sauce! Mmmmm good!

Address to a Haggis (translated)
(shout out to Tony for reminding me of this)

Fair and full is your honest, jolly face,
Great chieftain of the sausage race!
Above them all you take your place,
Stomach, tripe, or intestines:
Well are you worthy of a grace
As long as my arm.

The groaning trencher there you fill,
Your buttocks like a distant hill,
Your pin would help to mend a mill
In time of need,
While through your pores the dews distill
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour wipe,
And cut you up with ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like any ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm steaming, rich!

Then spoon for spoon, the stretch and strive:
Devil take the hindmost, on they drive,
Till all their well swollen bellies by-and-by
Are bent like drums;
Then old head of the table, most like to burst,
'The grace!' hums.

Is there that over his French ragout,
Or olio that would sicken a sow,
Or fricassee would make her vomit
With perfect disgust,
Looks down with sneering, scornful view
On such a dinner?

Poor devil! see him over his trash,
As feeble as a withered rush,
His thin legs a good whip-lash,
His fist a nut;
Through bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit.

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his ample fist a blade,
He'll make it whistle;
And legs, and arms, and heads will cut off
Like the heads of thistles.

You powers, who make mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill of fare,
Old Scotland wants no watery stuff,
That splashes in small wooden dishes;
But if you wish her grateful prayer,
Give her [Scotland] a Haggis!

                          -Robert Burns

A copy of the original and translated versions here.

Hasta la vista 2013!

Here comes 2014 and a slew of new adventures!

Snooooow!!

Shebam!

And then SHEBAM, it's November! Erp, time to get better at this blog thing again (along with pen pals, sorry Emily Duma!) So, updates: New digs on Independence Avenue right by the Stadium, a job slinging frozen yogurt (as temporarily as possible), sweet new scar on the eyebrow from the shower, still undergoing my eternal quarter life crisis. What in the world am I doing? Maybe I'll find out for next blog post, but for now I'm out to apply for a big boy job (with insurance!) and feed the masses.

Peace, love, and active cultures,
Matt

P.s. When I rule the world/US, after reforming our joke of a legislative process, insurance companies will be number two on my hit list. Kick 'em all in the shins. 

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley 

Annies

So we've been eating a lot of Annies (white cheddar) Mac N' Cheese lately. Not just a little, heaps and heaps of it. For $1.25 at your local CVS, how could you say no? (Can't quite fit Panera on a SNAP budget, but Annies sure can)

There were nicer ones... but I'm feeling a lil' crazy right now.
Thus begins the annies adventure!