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The Consumerist has something.

Quinto - A New Game from the Pennsylvania Lottery.

The Boy worked on the commercials you see on tv right now. It was a fiasco in its own right. Aside from bringing in a really expensive body makeup artist to paint the fingers on three hands, the producers (or whomever) decided to do six people because the last commercial they made someone got sick and this time they would have backup. Oh yeah, did I mention that each hand took about two hours to paint. A job that was supposed to take 6 hours ended up needing 12 - JUST FOR MAKEUP. Apparently this woman has done full body makeup for Madonna or something like that. (yeah, I'm so impressed...)

The kicker came when the Boy and I saw the commercial for the first time with CGI'd faces. It looks horrible and ridiculous. All that money wasted on this woman flown in from LA, first class, paid overtime to the tune of a few grand (or more, I'm really not sure), put up in a swanky hotel, and then flown home first class.

I'm failing to see where this benefits older Pennsylvanians unless the producers are perhaps old and Pennsylvanians. Not that I really believe the PA Lottery helps our older citizens at all.

Interesting Political Meme

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Another Cooking Experiment

This is my second attempt with cooking basmati rice. The first attempt was making rice pudding, which aside from the bits that burned to the bottom of the pot and the fact that the rice never really cooked all the way through, it was fairly tasty.

Tonight I decided to make some rice tonight. That expanded into cooking up some chicken and corn to go with it. The chicken came out so great! I basically defrosted a few breast tenderloins and wrapped them into tin foil with olive oil and spices. The corn was from a can; just don't ask.

The rice tastes like cardboard. I thought this stuff was supposed to be aromatic and flavorful all by itself! It dry and has a negative salt taste. I kept adding salt and nothing. I added a little bit of garlic and I am sad to say that I can't even taste that.

Thank goodness I made tasty moist chicken and corn to go with it, because on it's own this rice is just not edible. The bag does say high dietary fiber, but jeeze that was just blah.

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The Oddities Continue...

I pulled into the alley behind my house this evening, because that is where our driveway is. Ours is the first driveway on the right, in fact it's really the only driveway - the other houses have garages in the back or their yards extend all the way to the alley. As I turned in there was a older gentlemen standing at the edge of my driveway with his back to me. People often duck into our driveway if they are walking down the alley and a car approaches. This makes sense, they are just trying to get out of the way and don't realize, until a turn signal is turned on, that we mean to turn into this driveway.

This is not what happened however. This gentlemen, and I'm using this term very loosely, looked like he was urinating. I did not see a stream, but his body position etc convinced me of this. I said to myself, "This can't actually be happening!"

I can't remember the exact timing of events, probably because I was (still am) so flustered. I pulled into my driveway. He returned to the silver mini van with Ohio plates (curses for not thinking to get the plate number). I gathered my belongings from the car and walked to the end of the alley. Another gentlemen was there as well, with more people in the van. I recognized this man, he recognized me. They were the guys working on the house behind mine. I had brought them iced tea on a couple particularly hot afternoons. Greetings were exchanged and then I asked him why his friend had peed in my driveway. He was flummoxed at first. (Is it fair to describe someone with a word that does not exist in their vocabulary?) When he realized I was referring to the older man he told me he wouldn't let it happen again.

I went into my house and told the Boy about this adventure and his response was, "Uh that's a sexual offense! We can really screw up his life!" I popped next door to ask my neighbor for the police chief's phone number. The police chief was no longer there so she and I are going to call tomorrow morning and have a chat.