All Things Woompty

Brain function on zero

When I heard the news about Nicholas Cage's son being born, I discovered something a little disturbing: I have absorbed way more geekitude than I thought I had. How did I discover this?

I knew that he had named his son after Superman, and that it was Superman's alien name.

Gah. Double gah, because WHO THE HELL NAMES THEIR CHILD AFTER A COMIC BOOK CHARACTER? Crazy movie stars, that's who. And then they wonder why their kids all grow up slightly psychotic....because you named them after superheroes and fruit, for crying out loud!

Anyway.

There seems to be a time shortage going around lately. I know I'm not the only one in my social circle who's desperately trying to find a way to get everything done by the time it's due. At this point I am just praying for the end of October, because the month, it is packed. Company picnic this weekend, the 3-Day next weekend, and JournalCon the week after that. All good, all crazy making.

Those of you coming to JournalCon? Expect to see me drink copious amounts of spiritous liquor. Man, that is going to be one hell of a party.

Speaking of one hell of a party, this weekend we went up to Julian to meet with the people at Angels Landing and get some more things nailed down. Have I mentioned how much I love those people there at Angels Landing? Because I really truly do. It's going to be like getting married at a friends rustic estate instead of getting married at some random park with random weirdos walking by and watching our cermony which yeah, would have sucked. Anyway (the busier I get, the more distracted I get, did you notice that?) Afterwards we went into town and had some lunch (and pie....it's like a law or something that if you go to Julian you must have a piece of pie), I dragged him over to the Cider Mill.

And there amongst the jars upon jars of Bible-quote emblazoned honey and preserves I found nirvana in the form of....pumpkin butter. It's like apple butter, except it tastes like pumpkin pie. And oh good lord it is obscenely good on biscuits. And graham crackers. And straight out of the jar on a knife.

Unfortunately, I only bought a tiny jar and it's half gone. I think we will have to head up there again sometime soon, only this time I'll be getting the large jar of pumpkin butter. And some cherry mead from Witch Creek winery. And some fresh bread from Dudley's.

And maybe a pygmy goat.

posted by Melinda @ 10:29 AM