Marco (aka "Sess") blogs too: Random Thoughts and Musings.

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Mini-award time!

To JW for figuring out the last recipe posted as being Sloppy Joes....

Yes, it's totally a little sloppy drawing of sloppy joe on a pedestal! Enjoy! :D


If solo drinking makes one an alcoholic, I'm well on my way.

Pretty much the only way I ever drink any more is by myself... more because all my friends here have kids and don't go anywhere than the fact that I don't go much of anywhere.

So tonight I'm sitting here drinking whiskey and Rolling Rock. Woo. Go me. It's not like there's really much of anything else to be doing today. It's been piss-pouring all day long, it's getting cold outside finally....

Which reminds me, I meant to mention something about the concept of hot and cold the other day here. Is it just me, or does living in one climate for an extended period of time make you more... "attuned" to that climate? For example, it may be all of 52 degrees here today, but I am freezing my tooshie off! When I was living in Michigan, however, 52 was T-shirt weather. Hell, I'd still wear my flip-flops for half the winter there. Here in Indiana, though, 52 feels really freaking cold. I've got a sweater, t-shirt, yoga pants, and jeans on... and fleece booties (complete with the little gripper doodads on the bottom (side note: doodads is an actual word, according to FireFox spellchecker.)).

Keep in mind that I still truly believe that socks are evil.

I will not deny that they are dead useful. That is a fact. I still believe them to be evil.

I don't know... today has just been a weird day. I don't know how to feel about it. I'm so used to feeling one way or another about... well, everything. Today is the day I make my best straight, stoic face and say, "it's just another day."

I hope tomorrow actually has something interesting and exciting in store for me... although I know the chances of that are quite slim. It's about time I go out and figure out my own future.

If only I could stop being scared long enough to come to terms with the world around me.


I'm feeling uninspired and untalented today.

I can't draw anything to save my life.

I seriously wish some of that artistic talent that my sister got from my dad would've rubbed off on me today. I could probably sing really good today, on the other hand. That's usually how it goes: if one talent is seriously lacking, the other improves greatly. Generally speaking, that only happens when  my visual art suffers. Figures.

I wish that I could think of some better things to try and draw than people or oven mitts or Halloween pumpkins. There's several things in my mind, but I can't draw them. It's very very frustrating to have a clear picture in mind that you can't put to paper. I hate it.

It's the closest to torture as I'll likely get any time soon. Thankfully, it's not painful.

Just really really annoying.

Guess the recipe - There's a trophy involved!

Try this out. Anyone care to guess what it is?

3 lbs. lean ground beef
1 extra large onion (I prefer Vidalias), minced, preferably chopped into fine paste
3/4 tsp steak seasoning of your choice (I prefer Grill Master's Montreal Steak)
1/4 tsp salt (sea salt is best!)

Brown beef together over low-med heat in skillet of your choice with above ingredients. Smash it into little tiny bits until it's all broken down... and browned. Simmer over low heat.

between 1 and 3/4 cups - 2 and 1/4 cups ketchup (depends on how wet you want them to be, how ketchupy)
between 2 tbs. and 1/4 cup yellow mustard (depends how sour you want them to be)
1/2 tsp vinegar (yes vinegar! preferably white) - (depends how tart you want them to be)
1 tbs brown sugar (just add this amount and trust.)

Mix together until well-blended and heated well. If it starts bubbling, it's definitely done, so turn it off, slap some on a bun and eat it. It's good. :)

Lorenzo has a friend!

This is Roy. He wanted to come keep Lorenzo company for a while. :)

(I have a very strange habit of naming *everything.* Marco does the same except it's simply "her" or "him." I give things actual names and stories.)

By the way, Lorenzo said thanks for talking to him while I'm away. He enjoys every odd little word you whisper to him. (He said it, not me.)

Requisites for Acceptance

...of an award!

I don't know how it happened, but even though I've been blogging for just over three weeks now, the awards to my blog have already started piling in.

Waiting is hard to do.

Simply awaiting a verdict in Marco's hearing today with his debtors. I don't have much to say, so here's a chicken with a flamethrower.

UPDATE: They're likely going to go ahead with garnishment of his wages, although it won't be much every month. It'll be a while before we know anything else.

The Punch Line

So this week has been a rough one.

I'm feeling very anxious with all the noise in the neighborhood still, although it's been a little quieter than usual over the last couple days now. Odd.

Marco's got court tomorrow afternoon over a couple thousand dollars of debt that he got stuck with. I'm hoping it goes well, although it likely won't. If it doesn't, at least we know that his ex-wife can help pay for it now -- after all, she did a lot of the shopping with the accrued debt in question.

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