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Monday Miscellany

The birthday weekend went well. It was not a non-stop party, as you might have thought it was. I actually didn't even make it to midnight Friday night.

Dinners at Buca di Beppo are fun, as long as you have at least one other person with you, and you like Italian food. So I was good on both counts. You've got to love a restaurant that puts large vintage photos in mismatched frames of Sophia Loren undressing in the dining area. Not a look I could get away with at home. I recommend the calamari, asuming of course that you do not have octophobia.

The holiday baking has begun. Our fridge thought it was going to get off easy this year, but no, it was not to be. At one point yesterday it was over stuffed with leftovers from Friday night, earlier in the week and 6 different batches of cookie dough. It was raising the white flag. There's some good stuff coming this year, but aything from Tish Boyle's book is good. It has yet to disappoint, and so far our oven has been foiled in its quest to burn everything we put in it. It's currently 0-16 and I think I can hear it sobbing softly to itself even now.

My brother gave me U2's new CD, but I have yet to play it. I will post my thoughts on it when I get a chance to digest its auditory morsels.

Amazon is not working at this moment. I had to get the above link from Google. Could it be a DOS? I find it unlikely in this day of large sites hosting server farms roughly the size of Rhode Island that the most visible and popular e-Commerce site on the planet would be getting slammed to the point of unusability. But anything is possible, I guess.

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