colombo theta bran #1618

We don’t stop playing because we grow old;

 we grow old because we stop playing.  

George Bernard Shaw 1856 - 1950)

Playing Nostalgia today because we made it 40 years, or will at 5:00 pm-  the most fashionable time for a wedding back in 1973.  So, above is not really our cake, instead it is just any cake one might pick out for a wedding when you want the animal-skull motif to be covered.  Food artist Annabel de Vetten of Conjurer's Kitchen created this animal skull-themed wedding cake for the Eclectic Wedding Extravaganza in Birmingham, England. 

Truth be told we didn't have a cake because I was SO fashionable I decided we would have baked Alaska.  No garters, no seating plan.  I had all the out-of-towners over that morning for breakfast so spent the rest of the day doing dishes until my mother finally told me to get into my dress.  (Priscilla of Boston, a floor model that fit so we took it.  There was no parade of 30 dresses that 'I would know' or made me 'feel like a princess' or fulfilled some deep need for 'my day'.  I needed a big white dress, it fit, sold!  My imported bridesmaid balked at her dress-  said she felt like a goddamn pilgrim.  My other bridesmaids had the manners to shut up and zip it on.  The Goddamned Pilgrim felt the need to drink so heavily she had to be escorted out.  Anyway, enough about that day.  Somehow we both have managed to weather 40 years with each other, and for the most part it's been a good ride.  The funny part is that I never think of 'we', it is always him and/or me.  Whatever, it has worked so far so it's not going to change before the next decade's celebration.

Did you know the Wiki Waki park closed a few years ago?  I wonder where all those water ballet gals go to work now, probably they just go find a pole somewhere where there is air full time.

The Beached Boys... from the wedding's era.  Don't adjust your set , just sit back and enjoy.  Wah wah wah ooooo.  Damn, we should have had them at the wedding.  C'mon, SIng Along-----Roundround, gitaround, Igitaroundddd, wah wah ooooo

Cat Laundry service

super heated honey- WHO cleans this mess up?  

In searching the  inter webs I found the ETERNAL LIFE DEVICE, and the secrets are HERE for all of you to grok.  First you get your two hands, best if all fingers are intact.  Then you need 4 magnets for the device, each 1/2" diameter x 1/4" thick, like this:

SO dainty, so wearable.  Check the site for specifics.  Then, after you get it on and eternal life is in your grasp, you too can blow up honey pots with superheated balls of goo.

Actually I am doing my own chemistry experiment with the 6 blood oranges I got last week.  I peeled off the rind and stuck it in a glass decanter where I then poured over a liter of cheap vodka.  I have to agitate it daily, keep it in the dark for two weeks or until the peels all turn white and translucent.  Then I add some simple syrup and I get the Blood Orange version of Limoncello.  Last year I did a grapefruit version, and I have actual limoncello from 2 years back, and this will be the 2013 version.  So far so good, it's a beautiful coral-red color, but I am anxious as to how it might taste so will let you know.  BTW, the grapefruit version was quite spectacular, so much so that I barely have any left.  The innards, about a cup of liquid after I squeezed all 6 of them,  went into a batch of blood-orange ice cream, then at the end, I put in a handful of candied rind-  the best ice cream ever!  

Must run, we are having a wind storm here, though the sky is lovely and the sun is out, but I must get the doggies outside and that will involve wearing a hoodie because WIND is SURE DEATH to curly headed people's hairs.  Even the curly headed dogs don't like it.  Such problems...

(Full disclosure, I got my dogs because they look like me.

But we are all three different colors.)