Full Circle

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Seen a bunch of fire extinguishers lined up on the loading dock out back of work. Nobody around. I guess someone lost 'em. My how that would suck if a fella lost his entire collection of fire extinguishers. I have a pal who collects Thermoses (What the hell is the plural of Thermos? Thermoses? Doesn't look right.) He would be pretty bent outta shape if he lost his entire collection. It's really impressive, my pal's Thermos collection. I never knew that there were so many different kinds of Thermoses. (That's how I'm gonna spell the plural of Thermos. Don't care if it's right or wrong. Gotta make a decision and stick to it.) There are bigguns that'll hold a whole pot of coffee. There's wide-mouth ones that are great for soup. I wouldn't be surprised if there were ones you could make some delicious cheesy nachos in. I really really like nachos. I made 'em for dinner the other night. At long last I have found some chips that don't sog too badly - even in the micro-zapper. That there is the key to good nachos: crispy chips. You got crispy chips and cheese that ain't melted ... that sucks. You got bubblygooeystringy cheese and sog-city chips ... yer screwin' yerself there too. I've been wrestling with nacho-cooking techniques for damn near thirty years and I finally got it. Or at least got it the other night. Crispy chips and the perfect gloppy sticky everywhere cheese. For good measure I threw the taco meat I made last week on top, sprinkled on some chopped serranos, covered and let them nachos fend for themselves in a 350 degree oven for 12 big minutes. I should oughta had some friends over to share: Made a lot. Couldn't finish. Dang they were good. I wish I coulda saved some and brought 'em to work, but nachos don't got legs. They don't travel well. You gotta eat 'em right out of the oven or forget it. Now that I think about it ... the Thermos company would score a coup if they could build a nacho Thermos. Imagine that. On a roadtrip, you could have a coffee Thermos and a nacho Thermos. At the ballgame, nachos (and not those crappy ones with not-hot peppers and questionable "cheese" they sell along with hotdogs). We'll see. Maybe some day.

Tonight: Repeat after Miss Uriah Lovelycolors: "I will go to De Luxe."

The news: Last week, a little bit after I published "Pucker Up!" I pulled the plug on sirius.com. Yeah, the timing was a bit strange, but they were bumming me out. They should have billed themselves as an ISSP: Internet Shitty-Service Provider. Yah, so, I registered this here little domain, therein-lies.com, and TNSC will live here from now on. I can do fancy little internet thingys from here. Like make a mail box: tnsc@therein-lies.com (not to be confused with linkey_loo@therein-lies.com (more on that later)). Stay tuned for more. With all that BS said, there's, uh, no one new to the list.

TONIGHT'S CONTEST: Jumprope contest. (For Coach)

TONIGHT'S DRAMATIC REENACTMENT: (For the next few weeks, the TNSC TDR will be focusing on scenes from select gems of the silver screen.) The climactic scene from Day of the Triffids (Security Pictures, Inc. 1962): A meteorite storm somehow produces two nasty effects: It blinds everyone who looks at it and also unleashes the Triffids upon the now-helpless population. Triffids - killer plants that scuttled about the land killing folks. The climax of the movie takes place in a lighthouse on the coast where a small band of sighted people make a heroic last stand against the seemingly invincible Triffids! Matt, Matt, Matt, Moss, (nameless) and Mark play the remains of the human population; Abby, Al, Alan, Ali, Allison, Amanda and Anna play the wiley Triffids.

Whatever plans you've made tonight, cancel them. Instead, get over to Club De Luxe and get chummy with yer List Member pals. Oh, and bring your friends ... I know I will. See you there!

bye-ee!