Ahh, the housewife life

Since TheBrit went to Amsterdam for 36 hours for work, I've gotten loads done around the flat. Two loads of laundry, the crumb tray of the toaster (uh, darling, you did know there was a crumb tray, right?) cleared out, cooking, cleaning, tidying. Ahh. If I didn't have plans to go to Kew tomorrow, I'd be sequestered in the bathroom cleaning like a madwoman.

Soon - reports on The Dinner, Spring Awakening, and Avenue Q.

Oh, America, how you amuse us

Because, just in time for Easter, we give you...

Milk Chocolate handguns! Is it wrong that I want one and would "eat it" just to watch people freak right the hell out?

What would be the best way to eat this confection? Barrel first? Trigger and trigger guard? Lick the hammer? Suck the grip?

Does the magazine come out? Are there chocolate bullets of pure love?

I'm a sick and twisted fuck, but I am so tempted to get a slew of them and hand them out for the festivus.

Ahh. Chocolate handguns. America, you make us proud.

"In the news today, an 8 year old shot herself with a caramel bullet when eating her Easter chocolate handgun. More news at 11."

Here's the kicker. I'm in support of responsible gun ownership and safety. But how the hell are we going to convince people that we support handgun safety when we make CHOCOLATE in the shape of guns?!

Delays, delays, delays

Sorry for the non-posting. Two things happened over the last week. The Brit found a plane that was heading in my general direction and got on it, and found his way eventually to my little plot of the US. So, there was some distraction with the "but, you're supposed to be in Coventry... WHO ELSE KNEW?!"

And the rediscovery of my love of cricket with the England v. WIndes test match highlights.

Oh yeah. And the arrival of my PSP and the ability to play Patapon and look like a defect on a sugar high. "pon pon PATA pon! Attack my pretties! BWAHAHAHA."

Yeah, it's good.

In preparation for my move across the pond in May, I've discovered places in London that will happily deliver exotic meats such as springbok, reindeer/caribou, alligator, kangaroo, ostrich, and bison to my door if I spend a mere £65. I've already informed the Brit that there will be consumption of meat that he's never thought of before. The venison sausage with pasta went over like gangbusters during the winter trip, so I figure kangaroo helper would be good.

Apparently, in a counterpart in the US, you can get lion ribeye steaks.

I've had bear. It's okay. Nothing to go "omg, this is the bestest meat EVAR!" over, that's for certain. I have to say, I'm not a big fan of eating omnivore (bear) and the carnivore I've had (crocodile and alligator) wasn't that delicious. If I knew that the lions were being fed high quality aurochs, then I might give it a go. But carnivore doesn't equate with really tasty to me.

Now giraffe... I would eat that in an instant. Zebra, too. (I bet it tastes like horse but spicier.)

So basically, I spent the last week torturing the Brit with my cooking, torturing myself with the near-availability of exotic meats, and torturing my roommate with the sounds of *pata pata pata pon*.

Somewhere in there I did coursework and other grad-school related things. I'm really mentally over it. Can I just write my thesis and be done?