Greetings all. I am writing today from my couch. I'm home sick with a cold and just ate some wonderful soup from My Sister's Soup. They are a food cart, or rather soup cart, that used to be on the corner of 12th and Hawthorne, but has moved down to Sellwood. I needed some good sick soup and when I showed up the first soup on the menu today was "Cure All Chicken Tarragon and Rice". That worked for me! It was delicious. And it came with homemade soda bread.
So, it turns out I am a giant dork. Evidence #1 is listed above. I drove out of my way to go to a soup cart. And really enjoyed myself.
Evidence #2: While eating said soup I watched some cable access (as it's daytime, and, well, daytime TV is much worse than even regular TV, which isn't so great to begin with). But I found a delightful little show called "The Pleasure of Food". It's hosted by a rather adorable, presumably gay, presumably hipster chef, presumably out of his own kitchen. Today's episode was on cakes and how to make flavored buttercreams and then decorate your cakes. Despite the cable access-y-ness of the show I was enthralled. By the end I was determined to find this guy and make him my friend. It helps that he can make a damn good looking cake. I particularly like that the website gives you a drinking game to play while watching his show and one of the items is, "Whenever you see the crew in the shot, take a drink." And it's true, I did see the crew in the shot. But I didn't drink. Maybe next time.
Evidence #3: My roommate, Joe, and I were sitting in the living room last night and he told me our other roommate, Laura, didn't know where the names of my cats, Bifur and Bombur, had come from. He told her they were from "The Hobbit" and that he suspected I was secretly a giant dork. I think he might be right.
Evidence #4: I got really excited last night when I caught "Jeopardy". Plus it was the Teen Tournament, so I got more answers right than usual.
Evidence #5: After watching "Jeopardy" and a classic Simpsons episode (laughing prematurely at all jokes), and flipping through the channels I declared, "Oh! I love that show!" and made Joe watch "Antiques Roadshow".
Evidence #6: I know what Hoth is. And what an At-At is. Which apparently gives me extra points with the mens. But also makes me a giant dork.
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I believe that dorky tendencies are what make us all friends. Plus, dorks are WAY smarter than everyone else anyway.
(Sorry, should have made it all one comment.) Have you ever seen "Find!"? It's awesome: antiques, a little travel, a little interior decorating, and a little history. I bet you'd love it, possibly even more than "Antiques Roadshow."
Evidence that you are not alone in your dorkdom:
Apparently I know how to pave and grade a road, and often feel the need to critique roadside flaggers.
I sing 'all by myself' when i'm lonely. Or sad.
My dogs are named after the character's in 'Pride and Prejudice'. Only Darcy is the female dog, Bennett is the male. I also have made up personalities for them... Darcy is a French snob and Bennett is the friendly village idiot.
I watch 'America's Next Top Model,' and get excited when I catch it on rerun Sunday.
I like Smallville. A lot.
I hate to break it to you, Liz, but I'm afraid that not only are you a giant dork, but your friends are too (or at least this friend!). Yay for dorks!!
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