(Quick note: Phoenix Down shirts shipped today! Sorry for the delay!)
Yuko's birthday was on Saturday! She had a small group of people at the last minute. Everyone ate beef curry, and then she made them drink and watch Twilight (possibly the only way to get through that movie). By the way, that's Jamie in the first panel - he reviews a number of things over at Angry Zen Master, and he's also the illustrator for Erfworld, one of Time Magazine's 2007 graphic novels of the year. Anyway!
Man, you fellas are really on about this curry thing. I'm going to be honest, the Chicken-And-Pumpkin curry wasn't nearly as good as the beef curry I usually make. So, I'm just going to give you the regular beef recipe. Really. It's so much better.
I make regular Japanese-style curry. It's what my folks make, and it's the only variation of curry I know how to do. If you're going to make Japanese style curry, this is really all you need:
I've never dreamt of cooking anything, much less cooked it from dream-memory - but Yuko has! When she dreamt of pumpkin and chicken curry, John and I demanded that she make it. It cooked in the crock pot all day, filling the house with dream-smells, and then when evening rolled around we had dream-supper. We ate it out of real bowls with real spoons. On a 1 to 10 Magic scale, it was about an 8.
Having been sick for roughly 2 weeks now, I was visiting with my mother for some much needed convalescence. Around 4 AM one night, we were roused by the smoke detector going off intermittently. It continued to do so, at random intervals, for the next 15 hours. Yuko and John stopped by to eat dinner with us the following night, and John was kind enough to take a look at the smoke detector (he is a pretty handy guy and could probably build a house using only three of the fingers on his right hand).
It's me, John! I figured it was high-time to show my text-face around here, so here it be.
As Ananth Plagos'D the apartment, I made the most of my germ-ridden inability to be productive and watched Yuko play Wind Waker. And then consequently watched her draw this comic. These are obviously busy times.
I have a hypothesis that the horrible cloud of pepper-smoke I accidentally made a couple weeks ago had something to do with precipitating a month of disease and lung irritation. Just a thought.
Ananth went and got himself sick again. That's it, I'm staging a coup.
Or maybe I'll play more Zelda: Wind Waker.
These decisions are difficult ones.
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Phoenix Down shirts are still on sale, if you are into that sort of thing.
On the subject of selling things, there's also some assorted pins and prints over at my Etsy shop.
Oh man I think I am almost back to normal ... I haven't been this sick in a while. Yuko's been mega-sweet and totally patient while she takes care of me ... thanks babe!
Oh oh so we got one of those Iron Gym pull-up bars! The way they're set up, utilizing weight and counter-weight, it's pretty slick! Also, awesome to have around. I'll be working, and if I'm taking a break or I need to think a problem out, I can go do a couple of pull-ups in the meantime. It's also become an unspoken rule that if you walk by the pull-up bar, you've got to do at least try doing some pull-ups.
I, uh, wasn't quite sure how to feel about this when Yuko did it. I'm glad she can get some use out of my face, I guess.
I'm not sure how much the ladies can relate, but some of you dudes probably can ... shaving is a constant losing battle for me. It only takes me a day or so to grow stubble back in, which is why I appear in Johnny Wander as such.
My mother hates it! When she's visiting, she's usually happy with my appearance for about 1 hour every 3 days or so. I just gave up years ago.