A-Typical male's journal.

Azura and I had a wonderful weekend, busy busy busy. I broke to of my promises to myself, but I'm glad I did. Sometimes, you have to re-evaluate these things.

As it turned out, I didn't have a choice. I didn't even have a choice about where to install AOL (It chose for me) or whether I wanted to install IE (It chose for me, but I killed it He he he), and then of course I was pretty lost on AOL. Marie was somewhat lost, too, since it had changed while she'd been away.

For all of you who have mild curiosity about AOL, and wonder whether the rumors about the place on the Internet are true, let me put your mind at ease. They are. I met more jerks, and assholes there than i did for the first six months on IRC. And of course, it was my behaviour that was strange, not theirs. At least on IRC my basic irritation with jerks is the norm, not the exception.

Through all of this, I was chatting with Cassandara or Jesse (whichever of the two was on) and they were helping us look. I told Cassandara what we were looking for, and she told us they were looking for the same thing. As we chatted more and more, things got more and more interesting. Azura called them for an hour Sunday night, and now we're headed up there this weekend. Film at 11.

When I lived in Greensboro, with Heather, I did all the cooking. I enjoyed it, still do, although not as much as I did then. I think it's the whole thing--grocery shopping, cooking...I can occasionally be pretty domestic, but I want to do the whole food thing. Of course, I cook what I like and that may be a bit limited for Azura.

My brother had just graduated from WestPoint, and one of his buddies, TankDriver, was going to be in Greensboro. It's pretty common for families to give these guys a crash spot as they travel, and well, I'd met him and liked him. He was the most thoughtful of my brother's friends.

When I'd met him in New York, we'd gone out to eat, and TankDriver had recounted his last day in France, where he'd been stationed the previous summer. He'd ordered a bottle of French wine, and drank it watching the su n set over the Eiffel Tower. This story earned him scorn from his friends, but respect from me. I wondered what the heck someone like that was doing in a an artillery unit.

So, when I heard he was travelling in Greensboro, I said he could stay with us. We had a fold-out couch, and enough crash space for him. No big deal.

I got up early the next morning, and decided to make breakfast. We didn't have any sausage, but we did have some bacon i'd used to make ChickenStuff (ask me about this!), so I decided to make it. I got the pan ready, and dropped the bacon in, and started on the eggs.Now, I knew bacon required attention, but this just got done really really fast.

So fast,even, that at first i didn't notice the smoke it was giving off. I whacked the overhead fan, and that just didn't help.

There was a smoke alarm on the hall on the other side of the oven. It went off. Everyone was still asleep, so I ran around and twisted it off, intent on taking out the batteries, and kill the noise.

There weren't any batteries. Electrical. Very bad design (what if the electrical system goes out?) so I *yanked* it out of the wall. Ok, end of problem. Of course, by this time the bacon was ruined.

Had to start over.

So I did, this went better, I had put the stove fan on "Hi" and things were going good when the second smoke alarm, the one in front of the bathroom, went off.

I twisted it off and yanked. It was stuck. I hollered out, "As God as my witness, Get me through this and I'll never cook bacon again!" I yanked again, and the wires came loose, and the beeping stopped.

By this time TankDriver was awake, and I smiled and said, "Bacon and eggs will be done in a minute."

I did one more batch of bacon, only enough for TankDriver, and some for Heather. There wasn't enough for me, but I didn't want it anymore.

I told Heather what happened over breakfast, and she said, "What did you do cook them on Hi?"

I thought, and said, "Yeah, I cook most things on Hi"

She laughs and said, "You can't cook bacon on Hi. Even I knew that."

And since then, until this weekend, I had never cooked bacon again.

I cooked it on medium. It was good. Real good.

Generic Joe's A Typical Male