Happy Dysfunctionality Day!

I haven't been up to all that much lately: there has been a lot of activity at my school over the pending move (we have to be out of here by March 31), and over the quarterly report I had to complete for AmeriCorps. A couple weekends ago, Dave and I decided that we wanted to cook cinnamon-toast chicken (Bread the chicken with bread crumbs, brown sugar, regular sugar, cinnamon, and after frying them in butter or oil, brush maple syrup on them and serve with a honey sauce). It was actually much better than one would expect, tasting not unlike a breakfast cereal until you actually bit into the chicken. I decided that it would be a decent hors d'oeuvres, cubed and with toothpicks stuck into them. Try it some time!

I've been watching the Olympics with Dave every night: he is the patriot, I'm the one who cheered when Apollo slipped on the ice. I was pleased that Joey Cheek won a medal, however, solely because I thought he was pretty damn adorable; the fact that I awoke to NPR reporting that he was donating the money he earned as a medallist to the refugees in Sudan was just gravy.

I saw "Brokeback Mountain", and I have opinions about it, that I may or may not share sometime. By and large, I liked it, but it was really not "that gay". And I promise not to make fun of Heath Ledger next time I see "A Knight's Tale". Or at least not as much as last time. "The Order" is still fair game, though.

I visited my father in Tampa last weekend, which was a nice change of pace. My absence last weekend somehow seems to have everyone treating me slightly better than they did before I left. It's a strange phenomenom, and one that I'm tempted to take advantage of in the future.