Morsels

I saw San­to ver­sus Franken­stein’s Daugh­ter last night as a part of Syn­th­Cleve­land’s Unsi­lent Films series. It was­n’t as bad as I’d heard, and while unbe­liev­ably crum­my, the fact that each new scene was like the begin­ning of a dif­fer­ent porn plot [night in the woods, chained masked guy in a dun­geon, girl locked up in jail with a guard, etc.] and the uber-awe­some wrestling skills of San­to made it worth at least one watch­ing. I could analyse the cul­tur­al aspects of the film [it is very Mex­i­can], but I won’t. Instead I’ll just say that there were a bunch of hot goth girls there.

I got this weird and awe­some hon­ey corn from the WSM last week. You don’t have to cook it, just shuck and eat. It is so sweet, like can­dy. Tonight I am going to make toma­to basil and gar­lic soup with extra sharp ched­dar cheese and corn on the cob.

As soon as I get my new lap­top and get it set up to my spec­i­fi­ca­tions, I’m going to be doing a redesign of this site. It has been just over a year, so it is due. I remem­ber when I used to do it on a month­ly basis.

It does­n’t look like I’ll be allowed to get a dog for my apart­ment. The folks that own the build­ing are very much against it due to bark­ing and dam­age to the wood floors. I might still put togeth­er a pet resume and give it a shot. Noth­ing ven­tured noth­ing gained.