Raise a glass. Err...a bottle.

There are going to be insane amounts of people drunk tonight on expensive Islay scotch and making massive donations to charities in Africa that put young girls through school in tribute of the life that was. We're going to miss you something fierce, old man.

Favourite Things.

This probably tops our list of favourite things. If you haven't seen Firefly yet, I will wait while you watch the series.

Go on.

In unrelated news, B pulled his groin last night. I've agreed to not make fun of him until he feels better. That means I get +43451 points and I don't have to share any of the beer from the Beer Fest that is taking place right next door tonight.

Wordless Wednesday.

Where all the muthafu^&@^ sailors at?

Last night I made homemade potato skins for dinner. Which aren't so much skins as those little tiny bite-sized potatoes. Boil them until they are fork tender, then toss them in a baking pan with various toppings. We went with this really awesome local cheese that I've grown attached to (people are always saying we are like two peas in a pod, finishing each others sentences....)(too much?), a variety of chopped veggies, some creme fraiche (to turn the melted cheese into a really thick gooey sauce), sea salt, ground pepper, and paprika. Broil it all until everything has a nice golden brown hue to it. Then we ate it hot out of the oven with a big dollop of spicy salsa.

Heaaavveeeeeen.

Then I drank a six pack of Red Stripe and proceeded to annoy B all night with sea shanties that may or may not be historically accurate while he was attempting to watch a rugby game. He, wisely, stuck to the iced tea.