I am a meat popsicle
Apr. 20th, 2003 02:48 amWarm, cold, warm, cold...well, it's New England, what else did I think would happen?
Fortune cookies appeared in the house today. Fortune cookies amuse me. I don't like the taste, so I don't eat them, but I find the fortunes to be entertaining. I ususally only get a fortune when there's a surplus cookie, and someone else is willing to eat it. I also like to remove the fortune without breaking the cookie, if I can. Oftentimes the corner is sticking out and you can grab it, though on occasion I've used the tine of a fork to dig one out without cracking the cookie. Anyway, today's cookie says "You have a deep interest in all that is artistic." It's like they've got a window into my brain, I tell you! Wait, no, they can't have a window into my brain. If they did, I'm sure they would have warned the rest of you about me by now.
I tagged along with my girlfriend to a celebratory dinner at Vinnie Testa's on Friday. It was supposed to be for a friend's birthday, but since another guest has a birthday next week it was sort of for both of them. We'd already eaten, so we were sort of just there to hang out. We split a mousse-like chocolate dessert thingy while other people had real food. It was pretty good, but I could never eat a whole piece myself. Too rich for me. That, and I'd be embarassed to leave the outer edge of the thing on the plate, and to have carefully avoided the sugary white stuff dribbled all over the plate.
I hate being so picky about food. I envy people who walk into a restaurant and try to decide what they'd like from a number of tasty-sounding options. I, on the other hand, get to walk into restaurants and frantically search the menu for a chicken dish with nothing but breading involved in its preparation, or steak if I can't find chicken. For example, do you have any idea how embarassing it is to go to a real Italian restaurant and ask for an extremely complicated chicken dish with 80% of the ingrediants omitted? I had to do that once when my group went out for lunch when I worked at IDD a few years ago. I half-expected the chef to come out and indignantly ask why I was in an Italian restaurant if all I wanted was plain chicken. It's almost worse going to a seafood place. "Yes, I know this is a seafood restaurant. Yes, I still want the chicken finger appetizer and a glass of water for dinner." Shoot me.
Anyway, it's always awkward to be the friend-of-a-friend at these social events. I mean, I knew most of their names, but we don't know each other very well, and it can be hard to come up with small talk. Then there's always sitting there with glazed expression while the in-jokes I'm not in on fly back and forth. Of them all, Lee is probably the most sympathetic, or maybe he's just friendlier. I dunno - he tried to talk to me, anyway, which was nice. Made me feel a little more part of things. When asked what I'd been up to I tried to half-mention the art and layout work I've been doing for someone's prototype CCG. I can't talk about it too much since it's still in the design and pitch stage, so I don't think I'm supposed to blab the details. Plus, the details are probably hideously tedious to someone else anyway, so going into it in any depth makes for seriously boring conversation. So, once I'd established that I'm still trying to get my foot in the door for an art/design career in the world of gaming, I moved on to my usual conversational contributions; Cthulhu rising from the sea, weather-control devices, crashing the moon into the Earth. Standard stuff. It's not like I could contribute meaningfully to the computer-related chatter or car discussions that were otherwise the main topics for conversation.
Fortune cookies appeared in the house today. Fortune cookies amuse me. I don't like the taste, so I don't eat them, but I find the fortunes to be entertaining. I ususally only get a fortune when there's a surplus cookie, and someone else is willing to eat it. I also like to remove the fortune without breaking the cookie, if I can. Oftentimes the corner is sticking out and you can grab it, though on occasion I've used the tine of a fork to dig one out without cracking the cookie. Anyway, today's cookie says "You have a deep interest in all that is artistic." It's like they've got a window into my brain, I tell you! Wait, no, they can't have a window into my brain. If they did, I'm sure they would have warned the rest of you about me by now.
I tagged along with my girlfriend to a celebratory dinner at Vinnie Testa's on Friday. It was supposed to be for a friend's birthday, but since another guest has a birthday next week it was sort of for both of them. We'd already eaten, so we were sort of just there to hang out. We split a mousse-like chocolate dessert thingy while other people had real food. It was pretty good, but I could never eat a whole piece myself. Too rich for me. That, and I'd be embarassed to leave the outer edge of the thing on the plate, and to have carefully avoided the sugary white stuff dribbled all over the plate.
I hate being so picky about food. I envy people who walk into a restaurant and try to decide what they'd like from a number of tasty-sounding options. I, on the other hand, get to walk into restaurants and frantically search the menu for a chicken dish with nothing but breading involved in its preparation, or steak if I can't find chicken. For example, do you have any idea how embarassing it is to go to a real Italian restaurant and ask for an extremely complicated chicken dish with 80% of the ingrediants omitted? I had to do that once when my group went out for lunch when I worked at IDD a few years ago. I half-expected the chef to come out and indignantly ask why I was in an Italian restaurant if all I wanted was plain chicken. It's almost worse going to a seafood place. "Yes, I know this is a seafood restaurant. Yes, I still want the chicken finger appetizer and a glass of water for dinner." Shoot me.
Anyway, it's always awkward to be the friend-of-a-friend at these social events. I mean, I knew most of their names, but we don't know each other very well, and it can be hard to come up with small talk. Then there's always sitting there with glazed expression while the in-jokes I'm not in on fly back and forth. Of them all, Lee is probably the most sympathetic, or maybe he's just friendlier. I dunno - he tried to talk to me, anyway, which was nice. Made me feel a little more part of things. When asked what I'd been up to I tried to half-mention the art and layout work I've been doing for someone's prototype CCG. I can't talk about it too much since it's still in the design and pitch stage, so I don't think I'm supposed to blab the details. Plus, the details are probably hideously tedious to someone else anyway, so going into it in any depth makes for seriously boring conversation. So, once I'd established that I'm still trying to get my foot in the door for an art/design career in the world of gaming, I moved on to my usual conversational contributions; Cthulhu rising from the sea, weather-control devices, crashing the moon into the Earth. Standard stuff. It's not like I could contribute meaningfully to the computer-related chatter or car discussions that were otherwise the main topics for conversation.