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I wish WordPress spellcheck didn’t try to change “darks” to “darkies” in my post yesterday.

I haven’t yet put my clothes in the new dishwasher, but I did have the laundromat wash my laundry for me last night.  Laundry service has always been a mystery to me – something reserved for the super rich and super lazy.  But last night I was feeling pretty lazy.  I packed up that bag, dragged it down the stairs, and drove it 3 blocks down to the laundromat. 

Much to my surprise today, my laundry had been sorted by color.  I don’t mean just darks and lights, but actual color.  All the red things were together, all the brown things, black, blue, etc.  I really loved it, and I think that if I were ever to work in a laundromat I’d come up with similarly asinine ways to organize clothing.

Nothing makes me feel like a kid again quite like catching up on 100 pages of reading in a single night.

Around the age of 21 or so I had a brief affair with casinos.  The lights!  The sounds!  The free drinks!  I loved it all.

A group of friends would generally drive an hour to the casino near my home town on a Friday or Saturday night.  One Tuesday morning, however, my roommate and I found ourselves driving on the thruway right past the casino.  It would have been a crying-out-loud shame not to stop, and so we did.

The Tuesday morning crowd was a bit different from the usual fare.  The average age had quadrupled, and the cost of card games cut in half!  We sat down at a blackjack table and hunkered down for a few hours of playing.  The table was super friendly.  I had a pleasant rapport with the older woman to my right.  We were both doing well, joking about our cards, enjoying the game.  She made me feel really comfortable, and eased my semi-embarrassment about being in a casino on a weekday morning.

That’s when she turned to me and said “You’re a Hutko, aren’t you.”

And that’s when I realized she was my 1st grade teacher.

9:06 – Like Americans over the age of 70 everywhere, I finally adjusted the rabbit ears to get a clear picture.   I’m thinking how great it is Obama delayed that digital-changeover until June, but doubt that will be brought up tonight.

9:07 – Oh snap!  There’s the president.  Rowl.

9:08 – This incessant handshaking time seems to be as good as any to go use the bathroom and get a snack.

9:12 – The clapping is still going on?  Really?

9:13 – Holy cow!  The president sneaked in a “F— You” among all those thank yous when people were clapping!

9:15 – Joe Biden and I are both bored.

9:18 – Can you imagine having a job where you had to go in back in to work at 9 pm for a meeting?

9:27 – Standing ovation, I’m standing too!

9:40 – Ok, I missed a beat there, but would like to share that Mickey Rourke’s Oscar outfit involved a necklace with a picture of his deceased dog:

9:50 – All of this sounds pretty good.

9:51 – Aaaah!  Taxing the rich!  The humanity!

9:59 – Clearly these congressmen know that the camera zooms on them once in a while – because they are sitting rapt!

10:00 – CEO allstars: collect them all in packs of bubblegum

10:05 – Hooray!  Good speech, amazing updates, what more could you ask for on a Tuesday?

So, I have to admit that the race to $16 (one additional guest arrived) did not go so well.   

Upon arriving at work today, however, I learned that I won 2nd place in the office pool!  It turns out that winning -like revenge - is a dish best served the next morning, especially when you’re tired from staying up late the night before losing something else. 

My prize is: “a DVD of the winning movie.”  Which means I’m glad I wasn’t participating in an office Oscar pool in 1940 because, well, Gone With the Wind?  Please…

I’m too busy fighting for the $14 in my Oscar party pool for a true post, so I leave you with a question-for-thought for tonight:

Guidance counselor from South Park?  Or Danny Boyle?  You decide.

Which means it’s only a matter of time before I try putting my laundry in it.

The newest craze sweeping Facebook is called “How to Make an Album Cover”.  It goes a little something like this:

1 – Go to the“random” function of Wikipedia .  The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to “Random quotations”   The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 – Go to flickr’s last 7 days.  Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 – Use photoshop or similar to put it all together.

I was a bit skeptical at first, until it yielded me this:

This evening I decided to really let loose and try a product called “Miracle Berries”.  You dissolve a pill on your tongue that allegedly shuts down the bitter and sour receptors so that everything tastes sweet and delicious.  Rather than enjoying delicious foods made even more delicious (i.e. like a normal person would), we decided to build our menu around things that are entirely non-palpable.   We ignored the box’s suggestion of ‘Even vegetables will taste great!’ and instead went with:  

vinegar, Tabasco sauce, garlic, lemons, limes, ginger, beer, salad dressing

And, overall…  it was very tasty.  I wish I’d had these during the school-lunch-hazing days of daring each other to eat things.  But just because something tastes good, that doesn’t change the fact that I just had a bunch of vinegar and Tabasco sauce for dinner. 

I suppose I’ll hit the multivitamins and call it a nutritious evening.