Sometime later today I have a meeting with the CFO to go over the accounts. It was originally scheduled for ten days ago, then rescheduled for Friday, then Tuesday.
It was re-re-re-scheduled for this morning.
But I was told that this afternoon is more likely, don’t know when, be ready at any time to regurgitate crucial information.
Regurgitate?
Can do!
Not exactly with that precise guide in mind, I had some deep-fried fish and hot sauce over rice for lunch.
Perhaps not the most intelligent thing I’ve ever done.
My tongue now feels pleasantly tingly.
So does my stomach.
Fried fish and hotsauce is soul-food where I come from, pardner.
I’ve had much better fish, though. It’s hard to get good fried fish in this country. That’s the direct result of the soul-destroying influx of English speakers into the New Netherlands colony after the British pulled one of those staggering bits of international effrontery for which they are famous. It’s bad enough that they took over most of the known world, but did they have to bring their fish?
Nothing could be more American than hot sauce over a bucket of fried fish.
It’s the combination of old-world vernuft and new world ingredients.
Vernuft is good. Especially old-world vernuft.
But darnitall, shouldn’t have used the old-world grease.
It got kinda nasty during the long trek via buffalo caravan from the east-coast. I’m almost certain that the frying-medium they used was either whale oil or bear-grease, just like in the old country.
There was a Spammatic hint, and evidence of overcooking.
Fried fish is not supposed to be leathery.
Except in England.
Yeah, this meeting is going to be good. Exciting, even.
If I look sick during, don’t be surprised.
I come prepared for business.
And I’m fully loaded.
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Bring a bucket.
Someone took the bucket! It was a very NICE bucket!
Hey - there's something floating in the bucket - is it a magic mushroom used by the Emperor QingShi to achieve immortality?
Quoting from Wikipedia: "The lingzhi mushroom or reishi mushroom (traditional Chinese: 靈芝; pinyin: língzhī; Japanese: reishi; Vietnamese: linh chi; literally: "supernatural mushroom") encompasses several fungal species of the genus Ganoderma, and most commonly refers to the closely related species, Ganoderma lucidum and Ganoderma tsugae. G. lucidum enjoys special veneration in East Asia, where it has been used as a medicinal mushroom in traditional Chinese medicine for more than 2,000 years,[1] making it one of the oldest mushrooms known to have been used medicinally."
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lingzhi_mushroom.
But of course, the thing in the bucket, while marvelously resembling the lingzhi, is not a mushroom, merely marvelous.
I hope they did not eat it.
As it would make them sick.
Marvelously sick.
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