Site was down earlier so I couldn’t post what I wanted, so prepare for a mini-flood.

First of all, my second attempt at a Japanese recipe was much more successful. I made nikujaga (another recipe is in the earlier post) - meat and potatoes. Yes, I know, it’s ironic that I said I was tired of cooking meat and potatoes yet that’s what I’ve been doing. But in different ways, damnit.

Anyway, it was really very good, the soy sauce / sugar / wine is definitely a good flavor. I’d like to add carrots, and Amy suggested peas.. I dunno though, I’m not a pea man.

The only downside to following Japanese recipes is Japanese portions.

The transfer dealings may be pretty depressing as a Leeds fan, but elsewhere things are pretty funny.

I’ve been wanting to cook different things lately, because I’m getting tired of just frying meat and making potatoes. So I made korokke for supper tonight. It involved frying meat, and making potatoes.

Probably better known as croquettes, it’s basically mashed potatoes and something else, fried. It’s really quite good, when made properly, but unfortunately my first weren’t firm enough and that put the family off. They ate pizza.

Little do they know we’re having nikujaga next.

Get your potential Darwin Award winner, right here, folks.

One of the things I regret not doing while we lived in Washington was visiting Vancouver. I’ve just found out that there is a Glico store in Vancouver.

Now I really regret not going.

“When I was a youth I used to burn Cali weed in a Rizla.”

If you instantly know what that’s from, well, you know the score.

Also, I just wanted an excuse to link to Rizla. You have to admire a mainstream company that still exists solely because people like to get high.

And here’s me thinking tentacle sex started with Urotsukidoji..

Well this certainly counteracts the sickness mentioned in my previous ladyman post.

So Sam and I are about to walk to the convenience store. Sam opens the door and goes outside, and we see our cat trotting up to the front steps.

He’s not alone. In his mouth he is carrying quite a large creature.

I shut the door quickly - he’s not bringing that inside.
I told Sam to stand his distance, and I went out the back door.

Now I’m trying to see what it is. Furry - not a bird, like last time. Too big for a mouse. Rat? (eww) Nope, no tail. Groundhog? (OH NOS!!1!! THE MONKEYPOX!!1!!!!) Nope, it has ears. It’s a little bunny rabbit. Oh look, his little bunny eyes are open, he’s not dead.

By this time, there’s much carrying on by us all. I really don’t like it when the cat does this, because it’s an easy way to get some sort of parasite that’ll eventually kill us all, but I know there’s no chance in hell that I’m going to get it away from him.

Then an interesting turn, Kid Rock (the cat’s name remember.. we didn’t name him..) goes into the bush and drops the rabbit. Apparently he’s won his freedom and starts moving away! Oh wait, Kid’s picked him back up by the neck, unperturbed by the rabbit’s kicking. The cat is waiting patiently by the door, apparently wanting to show Amy his awesome find. Amy does see the awesome find up close now, and begins screaming.

Sam and I set off walking. I know I’m going to have to do some cleanup here, but hey, we need our convenience store snack items.

When we get back, it’s not a pretty sight. The cat is hunched over his now definitely dead rabbit, chewing away. I decided to use the back door.

From inside I see the cat has wandered away, so I go see what the damage is. Well, cats are known to be picky eaters, and what Kid Rock apparently likes to pick at is rabbit face. The body is perfectly intact, but then there’s just this.. this mess where the face should be. Oh, and a blob of something like liver off to the side.

Inside to get a garbage back and consider strategy. I’m not picking it up, no matter how many layers there are between me and rabbit death. So I choose the snow shovel, but find it too unwieldy - it’s too thick to get under the corpse and just sort of pushes it. Dig a shovel (no pun intended) out of the back of the garage, much better! Scoop it all up, drop it in the garbage sack, twist the top, knot it, throw it away. Hmm, going to need to clean that step.

Ah, but what’s this, stuck on the shovel? Oh, I see. It’s a rabbit eye, staring back at me from amongst a smear of face flesh.

/me looks up vegetarian recipes.

_{I have to say though, I’m quite impressed by the cat’s mad hunting skillz. He’s managed to overcome his disadvantage of no front claws (he was declawed - and quite horribly - well before we adopted him) quite admirably.}

I’ve finally been forced to start using mIRC instead of XiRCON, because of XiRCON’s inability to specify DCC ports. I still would rather be using something else, but it’s not so bad anymore.

The one main annoyance in 6.03 is the fact that it doesn’t use your default web browser when clicking URLs, it always uses IE. As you know, I use Firebird.

So here’s a workaround - put this in your remote section, changing the location of your desired browser:


on ^*:hotlink:*//*.*:*: { }
on *:hotlink:*//*.*:*: { run h:\mozillafirebird\mozillafirebird.exe $remove( $1,') }
on ^*:hotlink:*www.*:*: { }
on *:hotlink:*www.*:*: { run h:\mozillafirebird\mozillafirebird.exe $remove( $1,') }