Adventures in Cooking

So, apparently, frying on the kitchen stove is not for the lighthearted.

It all started innocently enough when I said to myself "You know, I could go for some steak." And since there was steak in the freezer, I decided to cook it and eat it. I cut it up into steak tips to make it easier to fry and seasoned it with a variety of seasonings.

Alas, my 1337 c00king sk1||z were not up to the challenge of keeping the olive oil from igniting, and considering that the gouts of flame were much larger than I had dealt with previouslike (as well as persisting well beyond amusing), I grabbed for the handy-dandy fire extinguisher.

The fire extinguisher required the removal of several plastic bits (one of which I just rotated around the mouth rather than bother extricating). I aimed and fired. A spray of gray-green powder, quickly becoming brown-green sludge spewed forth and unflamed my meat.

The unoozed meat was begrudingly relegated to the broiler and came out very nicely, but only after I hosed down the stovetop and scrubbed it good. Lesson for this weekend : Never do anything. You'll just have to clean it up. I can't wait to find out what mess I'll have to deal with tomorrow.

Not what it used to be

I'm growing tired of Alex's game.

No, I am tired of it. The silliness of the plot, especially what is happening specifically to (and because of) my character has gone beyond ludicrous. I just don't care anymore what happens to Katrina or the party, and that bothers me.

We were just hired to slaughter a tribe of 40 (including women and children) that had been harassing the local population. And while I knew that the rest of the party members would find a way around slaughtering innocents, I didn't care. I would have had as much an emotional reaction if we had just set them all on fire and watched them die. I just don't care anymore.