Killing the Funk

I went to the scottish festival today and they had Haggis!!!

So I eated it!!!!

It wasn't bad. It wasn't evil, but it wasn't yummy you know.  If you have ever had lamb chops, and beef liver and onions, imagine those two tastes mixed together with oatmeal, cause it's chock full of oats, and that is what Haggis tastes like.

The first thing that hits you is the greasy meaty lambness. Kind of a hint of deer meat and porkish/lambish deep meat. You know not the juicy meat part of lamb and pork, but the deep meat that is a little more savory. While you are noticing that, the oats become evident. It's a very bland greyness, of taste with a grainy texture that makes the meatyness feel like corned beef without the deep richness of beef.

Right after that you pick up a hint of liver that is the bad part of the liver 2 part taste, the metallic, pinching taste. And the Oats texture and greyness stays, and just floats on the liver taste. Thats what holds it back in my opinion, you don't have anything to cut the liver.  

Haggis isn't made with liver. It's made with Kidney and Lungs and Heart. It is also made with Suet, which is the fat found around the Kidneys.

So now you know that kidney is very much like Liver in flavor. I can't say that the heart and lungs tasted like anything other than meat. The dominant flavor is Liverish. And it's not entirely yucky once you have some Brown Sauce to go on it.

If you are not familiar, English Brown sauce is almost exactly like Heinze 57 steak sauce. Just a little more wistechery, if that's even a real word.

So there were tons of people in Kilts, and a ton of people who looked like they went to kindergarten with Jesus. You know like Crypt Keeper old, like hit em with a drop of water in the forehead and that drop of water finds a wrinkle slide that ends in one of their shoes. It's just one big wrinkle flume from the eye brows down.

There was much bagpiping. Which I love. I just can't ignore that sound. It strikes a chord in me deep in my being that makes me want to pay attention and sway back and forth with the haunting lilt of that breating note. It's the most alive sounding instrument in my opinion. It lives just like the breath comin out the guy playing the note you know. It is the sound of alive not unlike a trumpet and such.

There was also alot of celtic fiddle and guitar work happening on the stages. Thats I also loved. The fiddlers were OK. They weren't inspired to be sure. But they were pleasant to listen to.

My own violin playing has progressed to the point that I can get all the way through mary had a little lamb without hitting the wrong note and without skipping or missing a whole bar of the tune. But it still sounds like two cats fighting in a blender.

 So the title was Killing the Funk, and in part that is what going to the Scottish festival was for. I have been in a funk for about the last 3 weeks. I don't want to do anything. I have been skipping homework assignments and not doing the things I want and need to do other than paying bills.

Basicly I don't want to get up to go to work, and when I get home I just want to crawl into bed and not exist again till I have to get up for work. Like that, rinse repeat.

Kristina has been holding down the fort and she thinks that the funk is because I have lost interest in WoW and WoW was my social time since it so neatly fits into whatever time I have available to be social. And it makes sense. When ever I got an hour or so I could jump into WoW find one or more of my real life freinds in there and chat with them and joke with them and run around in a fake world with them for an hour or so. And it satisfied a need I have for social interaction without me having to leave the house and make bigger plans.

Well since I lost interest in Dungeon Farming in WoW for purple gear, I haven't been playing. So I haven't had any Me time where I get to sociallize and recharge my self image, so I have slid into a funk where I just want to crawl under a blanket and ifnore life.

And I think she is right. Mahjoy is very smart. And she cares about my mental state so we talked about it for the last couple days and I think she is right. We just don't know how to fix it without me getting back into WoW or another game like it. And I am not sure I want to do that. I don't thnk I want to get into a NEW MMO until something really awesome jumps up and honeslty nothing is going to be beating WoW for awhile. I have been looking over alot of the MMO's and I am not convinced half of the in developments are even going to see the light of day let alone be WoW killers, so......What now!!!

simple answer!  MASTURBATION!!!!!!!! I'm gonna try to set the world record for whackin the pud!

No not really! I masturbate enough to keep my proctologist happy with the size of my prostate and thats that!

Not really. That too was an exageration intended to elicit an EEEWWWWWW response from Pie Pie and Nichole and my sister mostly, if you guys are reading. But the Scottish festival did go aways toward making me feel better.

I got to see Kent Weeks there and meet his momma. Oh how adorable she is. Classic, Classic Classic. You could barely hear her when she spoke and when you finally understood her it was just incredibly witty and cleverly delivered humor, or commentary. A lovely woman all around. Of course its always pleasant to run into Kent and Jill and they seemed to be amused as much as we were just being out there and seeing the people and hearing the music and such.

So I still have to plan out killing this funk. If you have any ideas, let me know ok. I don't like it and I want to beat it into submission as soon as I can.

As always, just because I haven't talked to you doesn't mean I don't love you.

I love all you guys and I miss you all terribly.

Later!