I'm Jack Holloway and I speak for the Fuzzies

**this post contains strong language

Finished reading Fuzzy Nation by John Scalzi over breakfast, and by over breakfast I mean I sat the table for an extra hour reading. Scalzi's style is simple and levelheaded. Jack Holloway is the perfect asshole. Fuzzies are awesome and adorable at the same time. I read it in about two days (between work shifts and other matters at hand). You all should read it.

My favorite character is Judge Solton. Her entire attitude towards everybody --- protagonist, antagonist, dog, what-have-you --- is a simple "Not you idiots again." She doesn't take shit from anybody. Her position as a judge gives her the ability to see through lawyerly manipulations. And her employer, which isn't ZaraCorp, means she's not prone to bribery and other corporate sneaks. She's probably the biggest badass in that entire book. I love her.

Fuzzy Nation --- go read it because a dog blows up a cliff. Seriously.

Chicken Marinade with Potatoes

serves one. Modify recipe for multiple mouths.


Ingredients
- one chicken breast, thawed
- olive oil
- Italian dressing
- Mrs. Dash Garlic and Herb spices
- two (2) red potatoes, washed
- handful of baby carrots
- one ciabatta bun

Preparation


Pour olive oil onto cooking pan and add Italian dressing on it. Heat burner to medium heat. Place chicken on top of olive oil and dressing mix. Sprinkle Mrs. Dash herbs (or another blend of spices of your choosing) on top of still-raw chicken, then add Italian dressing on top of that. Let cook, flipping occasionally.

Heat oven to 200 degrees Fahrenheit and place bun inside. Let warm until chicken and potatoes are finished.

Chop potatoes as desired. Pour olive oil into second pan and set to medium heat. Add potatoes and carrots. Keep mixing these around until fully cooked. Keep moving around until chicken is cooked through.
*note -- add rosemary to the potatoes for extra flavor.

Remove chicken, potatoes and carrots, and bun from oven. Set on place and eat.

Death Note Super Spoiler

I started watching Death Note this week. A dangerous task because I should really be packing and cleaning when I'm not at work or figuring out how to get rid of all my food before Sunday. But anyway, it's an awesome show. I'm all like

There are many spoilers that can happen within this show, but there is one spoiler that tops them ALL. I call it the Super Spoiler. So then the SUPER SPOILER happens, and now I'm debating about whether I want to continue watching it or not.

But friend (codename) Walter said, "I don't know if [super spoiler] was genius or dumb." And now I feel I have an intellectual obligation to finish the series and state my opinion on the matter.

I also just want to say that the episode in which the Super Spoiler happens is beautiful. At least for me. There may or may not have been a yaoi fangirl moment, some failed Christian symbolism, and squeals of glee.

Not that I'm glad about Super Spoiler, it's just that when stories take a Turn For The Awesome I get really excited and Turns For The Awesome are typically very sad moments.

Where I've Been

I've been here, for the most part, reading blogs and watching YouTube and generally having a good time. There was nothing interesting to say, so I didn't post for the sake of posting.

In lieu of this watching, my computer went down. Strictly speaking, I fried the motherboard via a big bowl of milk at breakfast, which is always a nice thing to do to your computer. But don't worry, things are working out and I'll be using a tiny netbook until I get my 17.5" screen back. I'm working up to it by renting 13" MacBook Pros from my university. On which I'm able to use Windows. For the record, I really dislike Mac Laptop mice. That's about my only reasonable complaint, and a story for another post.

In addition to this, I just finished finals for summer classes. Well, summer class, since the only thing left to finish for me was Kendo. I did pretty well, I guess. After the final, we did a Balloon Battle, where we had balloons taped to the three targets we can hit. One guy attempted to get my kote (wrist) with the force of his entire being, and missed a good three times before I yelled at him. He ran away after that. Shows him. I mean, seriously, it doesn't take THAT much force to pop a balloon. So now my arm is sporting this giant bruise right under my shoulder. Try sleeping on that. (No seriously, I can't lay on my right side now. It sucks.)

And now I'm moving. Yay! It's nothing big, like from one city to another. Even so, my reasonably navigateable mess is now a reasonably navigateable mess in boxes. Except for that pile of library books next to my bed, but let's not get into that.

For all intents and purposes, I'm pretty much moving about twenty blocks away, but it's okay, because now I'll be closer to campus. I can take a free SAFE RIDE bus home when it gets dark out and it's too cold to ride my bike. I'll be waking up especially early to drunken awesomeness outside my apartment because I'll be a block away from the football stadium. And what's probably the best part, I'll just be living with two other people so I know who to yell at if someone doesn't do the dishes. Likewise, they know who to yell at if someone doesn't sweep the floor, but at least we get along otherwise.

Also, I finally got a public library card a few weeks ago, and I've seriously been checking out graphic novels by the half-dozen. They're mostly Batman, but I've also read some Nightwing, the entirety of Scott Pilgrim, and the first four volumes of Red River. I've also read White Cat by Holly Black in a day. Which I call a record of some kind because normally a book that size would take me two days. But I guess I was just that eager to get through it. 

I'll post again when there's something to say.