I’m Glad They Didn’t Save This Single For Halloween, Even Though The Video Has Nothing To Do With July

I have Rihanna’s “Disturbia”–both the song and the video–stuck firmly in my head.  I don’t actually mind all that much, either.

It’s Been More Than 30 Days Since I Posted An Online Quiz? We Will Remedy That Immediately.

‘Ere we go ‘ere we go ‘ere we go…

1. Do you like blue cheese salad dressing?
I like very good quality blue cheese (Roquefort) on my salad or on its own, but not necessarily as the dressing itself.

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
I don’t even think I’ve ever even seen any heroin.

3. Do you own a gun?
No, but I am certainly not opposed to owning one. I would like to learn how to shoot, and if I was any good at it, I’d take up the biathlon.

4. Your favorite drink at Starbucks or other specialty?
I just developed a bad Starbucks habit in the past three weeks. I rotate between their iced coffee (grande, half-caff, taken black), soy chai latte, and occasionally a Frappucino (but spare me the lecture: I treat it like a dessert, not a drink).

5. Do you get nervous before doctors’ appointments?
Only dental appointments. Which makes perfect sense, given the number of teeth I’ve had extracted so far. I associate the dentist with pliars, x-rays, and that godawful gunk they use to take impressions of my mouth that always always always makes me puke.

I Have Glimpsed My True Inner Soul, And It Looked Back At Me Like An Angry T-Rex

I just learned that one of my close friends gets the exact opposite result that I do after taking the Myers-Briggs analysis.  There is a different and specific relationship between each personality type, and I couldn’t remember how they described the phenomenon of opposites, so naturally I turned to the internet for the forgotten answer.  En route to confirming that Jamie is my Anima (not enema), I got distracted and found a list of Adjectives That Describe INTJs… and we all know how much I love lists.  This one is pretty bang-on, and I found myself nodding in agreement after pretty much every comma (except “does not think they are weird but others do,” since I know full well that I am a Special Person, and “familiar with darkside,” because I am not a Sith lord.  Yet.)

loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, not very altruistic, not very complimentary, would rather be friendless than jobless, observer, values solitude, perfectionist, detached, private, not much fun, hidden, skeptical, does not tend to like most people, socially uncomfortable, not physically affectionate, unhappy, does not talk about feelings, hard to impress, analytical, likes esoteric things, tends to be pessimistic, not spontaneous, prone to discontentment, guarded, does not think they are weird but others do, responsible, can be insensitive or ambivalent to the misfortunes of others, orderly, clean, organized, familiar with darkside, tends not to value organized religion, suspicious of others, can be lonely, rarely shows anger, punctual, finisher, prepared

And now, after that mess of lowercase and commas, a sentence with Capital Letters and a full stop.

Step 1: Make Muffins. Step 2: Eat Muffins. Step 3: Run Off Muffin Top.

Rhubarb is one of my favorite foods. It’s tragically under-utilized, and even on the chichi epicurean websites I frequent, there are too few recipes devoted to this wonderful edible. I am always thrilled when I see rhubarb on a restaurant menu (my last visit to Marseille was selfishly timed to coincide with the reappearance of rhubarb and pistachio panna cotta on their dessert list), and even more excited when it shows up unannounced (as at Les Halles with Mom last week, when I was delighted to find chopped rhubarb in our appetizer, Vol-au-vent aux champignons sauvages et salsifis).