Dumplings! Bring me steamed dumplings!

There's a documentary on Netflix right now called The Search for General Tso.  It's about the ever-popular General Tso's chicken you find on every Chinese takeout menu.

It's a documentary about General Tso's chicken.

Really.

It's actually surprisingly fascinating and I really, really want to try Szechuan alligator now.

Watch out, David Lynch is coming!

It has been brought to my attention (read: I stole it from Nerdist Podcast#710: Wil Wheaton Returns Again) that in order to fake backwards-talk, you just repeat "Brezhnev Turnip" weirdly and in various combinations.

And you just did it, didn't you?  Is anyone looking?  They think you're the devil now.

Self-Censorship Fail

At dinner with B, T, and the small kid:

B (in reference to a friend): That Josh, he's a good fucking dude...*wide-eyed realization that the small kid is sitting right there, attempts to self-censor*...guy

The small kid:  ...

Me: "Dude" is ok. You can say "dude."

Album Concept

I want to start a band and call it The Chicken Sweaters.  It isn't as good a name as MouseRat, but I would steal that for the album title.  The Chicken Sweaters:  MouseRat.  And then people would say "Thank you, 1996!"

That would be my second album.  The Chicken Sweaters:  Thank You, 1996!