huh.

One of my neighbors-- I think it's Miss Lily-- hammers like a girl. taptaptaptap This wouldn't be strange at all if she were physically a girl, but she's a tranny, and presumably has the upper body strength of a man. An out-of-shape, middle aged man to be sure, but still. I'm sure it would be taken amiss if I were to offer to teach her how to hammer. I mean, I'm a girl (okay, middle aged and out of shape) but I know the bit about not expecting to get any power by swinging from the wrist. Geez. (Hmmmm... sounds like I think Miss Lily swings from her wrists.... not exactly what I meant. I don't even really want to think about Miss Lily swinging. Eek.)

I splurged tonight and got a steak for dinner. It was a reasonably good one to begin with, and then I marinated it for an hour (shoulda been longer but my patience ran out) in a bourbon marinade that I cobbled together after reading several recipes online. (About that information seeking behavior...) I wound up with too much vinegar and too little bourbon in it, but that can be fixed. It was a very good tender steak, all in all, and I think I really needed red meat for some reason. Yum.

Back to the term paper.