Lethal Dose

For all of you eager for details: we walked by the swinger party. They had a red carpet and an awning - looks like Mr. Horner had hired a photog! There were two red directors chairs on the open porch (I likened them to thrones) and what seemed to be valets on the lawn. It obviously wasn’t in full swing yet … oh, bad pun. We went by the next morning but not a creature was stirring. The red carpet, awning, directors chairs, and orange parking cones remain.

Big Lou had us over for a fantastic Southern New Year meal and we rang in ‘08 in style. I’m not one for resolutions, so let’s turn to one of our favorites, Princess Luciana, for some advice to those who may have overindulged:

“Shock Dieting,” p. 63, “Exit Fat City,” The Beautiful People’s Diet Book:

“The patient who wants to reduce has a consultation to determine the nature of his compulsive eating. (I like how she writes “his.”) Peanuts, potatoes, doughnuts, ice cream — whatever it is you cannot resist is offered to you in bulk. Electrodes are wired to your hand and for each bite you take, the therapists give you a shock. Furthermore, at initial one-hour sessions, you are not allowed to stop eating. You may even be told to to just smell the food and still get shocks. Some patients are encouraged to continue the treatment at home by acquiring a portable shocker.”

I wonder where these places were? Did they just have storerooms full of doughnuts?

Oh, I finally made a flickr album. It’s here.

And I’m getting around to my “how I lost my last job” blog. It’s getting really good!