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I got the first coat of paint on the shelving last night. It's going to take at least two coats, but I already knew that, so no worries. I'll hit it with the fine grained paper and slap another coat on it tonight. We'll see how that goes. It may take three but this isn't a problem. I like smooth, glass-like finishes on my painted work.. and that takes what it takes. (Special for Mitch: I am painting in the middle of the living room. On the carpet. Without a drop cloth. :P It'll be okay. The carpet was free. Stacey had it in law school and she gave it to me when she and Joe moved in together.) When I get done with the shelving, I am going to start on the dining room table surface. The fun just never stops around here... I asked Roy about stuff to paint with and he said Polyurethane, like they use for gym floors. Fine by me. Note to self: Do not forget to do the table leaves!!

I made the cookies this morning, before the house had really warmed up. They are all done now and I've cleaned up the kitchen. I've eaten about ten. I have a total lack of fucking self-control when it comes to sand tarts. They are buttery and lemony. They are thin and very crunchy, almost brittle. They taste like Christmas. You should live so well as to have these cookies.

One thing I forgot to put in the directions yesterday -- you can take the sheet out of the oven, quickly remove the done cookies, and pop the sheet back in the oven to brown the not-quite-done cookies some more. While it seems like cheating, this is the only way I can get them all the right amount of brown in my oven.

Also, you probably already know about this, but cool the cookie sheet off before you put new unbaked cookies on it. I run it under water in the sink. If you put the raw cookies on a hot cookie sheet, they burn before they're done.

I have not made any progress on the doily today due to being busy with other projects. Perhaps this evening while I'm watching the paint dry...

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This is the dirty little fantasy of every after-the-end-of-the-world story. The plague/aliens/zombies/bomb/environment has wiped out the rest of humanity - except us! We're rich! Rich I tell you, rich!

Thus the fun first half of the World, the Flesh, and the Devil, the supergrocery scene in 28 Days Later, and the Monroeville Mall scenes of the first Dawn of the Dead.

Scavengers in the aftermath of the total destruction of a wealthy culture have it pretty good for a while, at least in the movies. Until the irradiated plague-ridden alien zombies eat the survivors as a sort of karmic justice for their shallow materialism, I suppose.

Mmm... irradiated!

Mitch H.