Icarus's blog: "Just South of Blue."

Here's a recipe I'm gonna drop for you nice folks.

Ingredients:
1 slice livercheese
3 slices of honey-ham
2 teaspoons of coarse ground mustard
2 slices of dark rye
a dainty bed of watercress (stems included)

Assembly:
-figure it out.


I call it "The Kingmaker"

And it is lunch.

It's almost the only thing I'm looking forward to before september.

My mom outted me on my intentional dodge Saturday from a party I didn't want to go to... pretty pissed, dunno if I'm still "cool" after that,

I mean
I know I'm cool

but am I still cool?

I dunno, there's quite a bit of politics to any circle of friends- and intentionally ducking out of one party (a birthday party no less) to ... spend time with my dad, doesn't sound ALL bad, does it?
I didn't get invited to the next thing... coincidence?




I got the official invite to move to Oregon with some of the clique.
I need to get my house in order here first.
And that could be... a year off.

I dunno if I'll move with them anyway.
I'm a very private, angry man.

You'll also notice that this is a new blog.
With no followers.

We changed eras, and we did not change the rules.
There is an "official" prose blog up and running now. No crazy gibberish included, get at me if you want the location, dunno how Fubar feels about me promoting my "real" blog in their space, so I'd rather not piss on anyone's gate.

It -might- grow to a day-to-day blog, and a recipe blog with the proper division of categories, but... I dunno.

I'm pretty established here
and my family knows of the prose blog... I don't like to unload my crazy around those people.

Way of the samurai 4 in a couple months. (an excuse to turn on my PS3 again)

Dark Souls for PC in a month more than a couple months.

Reasons to live.


Oh

and apparently I'm not being sued... reports aren't official yet, but it -sounds- like that clusterfuck got sorted.

The hospital triple billed.
*thumbs up*


















Other than that.
I could use something to believe in again
like that gleeful anticipation of pulling down a girl's panties
or the first time you kiss a stranger.






with my airbrush fucking up, my bank account sputtering (and my bank fucking me on my debit card renewal), and my long anticipated smoker not being... the smoker I need it to be (need adjustable heat settings, and more durable material)

I'm a little bummed.

Stoked I'm not being sued.

Bummed I'm not making out with a stranger.


I'll probably price what I need to make a clay smoker soon, but finding a sturdy burner, a pan for chips, the right sized lid, the right sized grates, thermal detection devices...

God knows, if my hardware stores have what I need, I could have this thing kitted out before a retail smoker shipped to me.

But then what?







Pulled pork and smoked ham I guess.
... can one smoke corn?
I know I can smoke tea leaves...











The hits will come.
There's still Baseball.
I just wish I had some back to back home runs...