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Cooking With Fat

Posted in Random Stuff with tags , , , , on June 23, 2010 by brianestover

I’ve discovered why the country is getting fatter. Cooking shows. Yes, cooking shows. When I was a kid Julia Rogers or Roberts or something with an R and some fat dude, Dom I think, were it. Two cooking shows. Total. On all of television, which was only four channels back then.

Running on the treadmill today at the gym, there were three cooking shows on at once. Out of 6 televisions, 4 had cooking shows. I was almost glad to have the College Baseball World Series on the other two tvs. Almost, because lets face it, baseball is a dumb sport. And boring. In my book it falls in with golf as a skill not a sport.

All I saw on the cooking shows was butter, flour, eggs, butter, heavy cream, more butter, frosting, olive oil, butter and candy. And some sort of sandwich. What kind? I really wasn’t paying that much attention. I don’t think I saw a veggie or piece of fruit on any of the shows. Unless you count the sautéed onions or fried peppers.

I’m not a nutrition expert but all that butter can’t be good for you. I think frying your veggies sort of defeats the purpose of eating veggies. I’m not anti-obesity either. I love obesity. It helps pays my bills.

But all these cooking shows can’t help make the country thinner. Maybe I’ll do a Dinner with Brian cooking show. It can be a commercial break really. Dinner at my place isn’t hard. For the most part it consists of beer, yogurt, a piece of fruit and maybe a handful of peanuts to go along with it. Sometimes two or three beers. Simple, easy and fairly tasty all at once.

Ouch, that hurt.

Posted in Random Stuff with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2009 by brianestover

I learned last night that when the NP in the ER says get the QR they are not referring to a bike or wetsuit.  Instead they are about to dump a coagulant on your bleeding self.  And it stings. A lot. Then they also apply direct pressure.  That hurts. A lot more. Note to self: when slicing anything and using a very sharp knife, move the distal end of your thumb before you remove the distal end of your thumb. After 40 minutes of bleeding down my elevated arm, watching blood run down through my fingers and drip at a fairly steady rate into the sink, going through numerous paper towels and gauze bandages, it was time to let the pros have a shot at stopping the bleeding. Really one can only have so much fun holding your hand up while applying direct pressure. I kind of knew it was a er type of cut, but I was hungry and wanted dinner. Fresh basil in your pasta sauce. How could you go wrong with that?  Add some fresh meat and it’s even better. Mmmmm.

The ER is great for people watching.  I saw a kid come in with his knee cap on top of the lower end of his thigh.  A lady was wheeled in wearing a very nice, little black dress. Unfortunately the full eye shades covering her eyes and the bright pink blanket she was holding over her head seemed to clash with the rest of her evening wear.

On other exciting news, my company was bought last night by a Japanese pharma company with no N. American presence.  Even better, I have a couple of emails from people in the industry asking if I was interested in moving over to where they work. Who knows how this will all pan out.  I bought a few hundred shares around $9.  The deal price is $23. The close today was $22.80. Not bad, that should about make up for when I bought at a much higher price years ago. It seems that my worthless options, well, are still worthless at my strike price, sigh.

Best of all, I have a freaking migraine. From not sleeping much the last few nights.  This is forcing me to not ride Mt. Lemmon tonight.  There is a group, tossing lights on their bikes and heading up for 20 miles or so.  Probably not the best idea to have someone in your group descending who is experiencing some bright splotches in their field of vision, at night, with only mini newts for headlights.  Plus it’s thundering, lightening and raining over there.  I’m not really keen on riding in the lightening. Actually it’s the being struck by lightening part I’m not really too keen on.