I was going to hide this post in amongst others related to the “seven deadly sins” or perhaps some more light-hearted ones. But it is the death of the year, and I’m feeling sad. If you are not, then don’t read on, please. Enjoy your new year. May it be brighter and better than any other.
Yay! Heat!
Is my House with Heat. My House With Heat, my house with heat.
Yeah, so the furnace ist kaput, after two emergency-holiday rate calls on christmas eve (where *are* the atheist or jewish furnace techs?) that didn’t keep it going, we’re having a new furnace installed today. We’ve evacuated Plagioclase’s mother and Albite to my mother’s house, and Plagioclase and I are today trying to make a path in the basement for the folks to give us new heat.
Of course, as Plagioclase said to the furnace guy “This isn’t the best circumstances to buy a new furnace.” His response? “It’s the most common one.”
Right.
As a christmas present to ourselves, Plagioclase and I bought a couple of mixed cases of cheap inexpensive wine. (Expensive wine we buy by the bottle.)
But of course, we didn’t wait for christmas to “open” our prezzie. Tonight’s offering: 2004 Wrongo Dongo, a Spanish red from D.O. Jumilla ($7.99).
From the label:
… rich fruit … luscious aromas of sweet and exotic spices … hold its own with the heartiest of roasts, steaks and barbeque, yet forward fruit flavor lends the wine to lighter dishes…
From my tastebuds:
Doesn’t really hold up to stinky cheese. Has a kind of acetone undertone. Not particularly rich or strong.
Plagioclase’s rating: B-
Orthoclase’s rating: C-
[update: having looked up D.O. Jumilla, I'm wishing this wine had been of the heavier variety -- it is too medium and doesn't have a lot of character.]
I heard a radio commercial the other day flogging a pet store. “Imagine the joy and delight on your pet’s face when he opens the holiday present you bought for him at our fine establishment.”
I ascribe a lot of emotions to Albite, but I’ve never thought of him as expressing “joy” or “delight.” His emotions are more like “impatient” or “bored.”
Perhaps I’m just being speciesist, but I don’t think of dogs as caring about the fact that it’s a christmas present. Or believing it’s a present at all, for that matter. Gift, schmift. He knows you got it for him, and just wants to chew it, now, dammit! Gimmee!
