melog-20101118.log.1

my pies look done. let's cross our fingers.

anderson cooper is playing over my roku box. he's keepin' 'em honest about sarah palin running for president.

all i know is, brandy shouldn't have been kicked off of dancing with the stars.

will palin win? i dunno . . . she might. i think she's really manipulative with her words. people suggest she's dumb. nope. she knows exactly what she's doing.

i might make a third pie before i go to bed so that we can have one for ourselves. my wife was hovering over my pies. one of them might not make it to the luncheon tomorrow.

i'm trying to rotate my blog titles like syslogs in linux. too much work. i'll have to give up on that.

ich bin hungrig.

i tried learning some german. i haven't kept up with it.

i'm hungry. i wanna eat.

okay, i'm back. i tasted some of my pie.

i made an error in making it. i didn't do something right. i didn't follow the recipe correctly. i see (and taste) my mistake.

gotta make a third pie.

ok . . . gotta go now. but, i may log something else if something significant happens (like baking the perfect pie!)

melog-20101118.log.0

my pies are not quite done yet. they look wonderful on top, but are too giggly to be done.

:-(

I hope I don't ruin them. this is the first time in years I've made a chess pie. and even the last time i made them wasn't very good at it. my mom makes them and they are wonderful.

these are not egg custard pies like most people make. these have cornmeal and vinegar in them. sounds bad, but mixed in with all the pure vinella extract, evaporated milk, sugar, and butter-- wow! they just taste great.

my wife and nephew can smell the sweetness in the air.

good thing the kids are asleep.

i'll let them help me make a pie over the weekend. we're gonna be fat.

melog-20101118.log

i've come to realize that i need to write. i have two blogs already, but they are not fulfilling any more. but i still need to write.

why?

i know why . . . i need to write about ME.

not essays for other people to read. i don't want to worry about grammar and spelling and making sense. much like the cryptic logs found on a unix system buried down in /var/log/messages or /var/log/syslog. i read logs every day and this seems appropriate to me.

i'm pressed for time. can't dwell on too much for too long.

my foot hurts when the seasons change. i feel like an old man, but i'm only 35 years old.

a man at walmart greeted me, "how you, young man?"

i felt older than that greeting deserved. i need to get off my ass and lose some weight. maybe i'll feel young again.

work has been a bitch lately. it's sucking all of my time and i keep running into a lot of technical difficulties. for the past few weeks, i've felt like i was in a technological slump.

a few things went right today, though. felt good. when i get things right, i love my job.

not so much the job . . . but problem solving. i'm not the best at it, but i love it.

sudoku got me started. then cryptograms. now i love solving problems.

i'm baking pies for our company thanksgiving lunchen. I'm from tennessee, so I'm making my favorite pie-- chess pie. it's a local favorite.

no, i'm not in tenessee any longer. i miss it a lot and want to go back sometimes, but . . . no one i know is there any more.

my newphew is staying with us. he's an odd mix of maturity and teenager madness. he wonders why he can't find love, but has at least three girlfriends and is trying to get a fourth. hmmmm . . .

but, he has an excellent work ethic and is really trying to get back on his feet from some fubar situations that happened in his life. some of it his fault, some of it parent's fault, and some of it society's fault.

i was in a very pissed mood the past few weeks. but, then i read my favorite blogs and started writing again. i felt great! felt better than drinking lots of crown royal-- which is good stuff with coke by the way.

gotta check on my pies. hope they turn out great.