"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties

Been sick all weekend, but I felt okay when I woke up around 1800, so I figured I'd make some food. Only all the food I would usually "make" around here has been used; all that was left was some pasta in the freezer. So I figured what the fuck, and went with that.

* bda is attempting to make gnocchi.
<@bda> If I go offline, it's because I burned the house down.
< esch> with boiling water.
<@bda> This is me we're talking about.

It looked alright.

I didn't screw it up.

Someone send Satan a parka.

September 18, 2005 7:11 PM