msfledermaus | Food and friends and whatnot...

...Even though I'm more and more mobile these days after the surgical stuff, my friends keep up a concerted barrage of Really Good Food. Yesterday some friends of mine tooke me with them to Jun-bo for dim sum, and the Pink Satan had a *heavy* bag full of braised beef in wine sauce, 13-bean soup and mashed potatoes and parsnips. Maaaan, I feel pretty special. When I'm all the way better I should try to have some kind of thank-you cooking thing for people for all their culinary kindness...I mean, it's only fair...

Otherwise been avoiding the news except for bits and pieces. Everything I hear these days just makes me feel more and more ashamed and sickened. It makes a big part of me yell, "WHY, you bozos, WHY do you have to trash everything in sight and then try these lame-ass attemtps at CYA and let everything go to hell while you're at it?!?!" There's been so much damage now...the genie's never going back in the bottle, no matter who we elect in November and the years following. We can only try to keep things from getting that much worse...and that hasn't been working so hot these last few years:/

I did have a cool dream the other night though, politics aside...I was back at work (after the first part of the dream being late and having no shoes and a massively screwed up uniform) and ran into Anthony Bourdain of No Reservations fame. We were talking about cool hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese restaurants on Nicollet when I woke up. I haven't had that cool a dream in a while...though my dreams lately have been, er, interesting. Things like:

People in crab suits playing some kind of weird football...that would be the post-surgical painkillers, methinks.
Why-aren't-I-at-work dreams.
Knitting flights of fancy dreams, after reading too many yarn catalogs.
Dreaming about being in some kind of pain to waking up to some kind of pain. Happily that's going away.
Tim-Burton-Movie-Marathon-Aftermath dreams...lots of spiraly plants and black and white and grey, with Danny Elfman soundtracks...
Bros. Quay and Jan Svankmeyer movie-aftermath dreams...you really don't wanna go there. Yikes...
Pizza-Luce and Homemade cookie-aftermath dreams...should the pepperoni be dancing like that?

But, you get the idea...What are you dreaming about lately? Everybody seems to be dreaming kind of hard these last few weeks...