Money!

What the fuck is the deal with money anyway?? Why does everything have to start and end with money? Even as I am saying this, I realize how hypocritical I am being, complaining about money I hope to spend in order to secure qualifications that will earn me more money.

Well c'est la vie, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.

Reindeer - yum!!

So who really knew that reindeer were considered food? All those ardent christmas fanatics, close your eyes and shut your ears, the following is not for you!! Rudolph is considered lunch, and dinner, and breakfast and any other meal you can think of, in Lapland ( the concept of which is yet to be explained to me, not that I could understand anyway, my geography skills being what they are). Reindeer are herded and bred and milked and skinned and basically form the basis of an entire life for an whole nomadic people. It's like they're cows or something!!

This fantastic piece of info was, of course, gleaned from watching Anthony Bourdain, chef extraordinaire, and also an adventure eating, foul-mouthed, chain smoking, hilarious New Yorker of French origin. The man loves his pizza as much as his soup made from reindeer blood. And I love the guy. Now, If you are one of the only two people that read my blog regularly, then you might think that I fall in love quite often but, this man is worth mentioning.

Alright then, glad to have brought you this report just in time to spread some Yuletide joy!!

James Dean

I'm in love with a dead man!!! Granted, he's the coolest dead man that ever lived, the rebel without a cause and all that jazz, but still people, I'm in love with a dead man. A shrink would say that I was protecting my feelings by unconsciously seeking out an unavailable man, but look at him!! Wouldn't you be?