Hobbit Holes

Well... I never thought I would see that day that I would turn down an apartment because the ceiling is only 3 inches above my head. Seriously, if I had slapped a cloak on and pulled out a sword, I could have reinacted the entire first quarter of The Lord of the Rings in this place... my preeeeeecious... *gollum...gollum*. Quick... I must find Mount Doom. Lol... anyway the search continues... I may have found a rather small studio above some detached garage... I am going to look at it this weekend. I just gotta remember that eventually I will have a real house, a home... mi casa if you will... but not yet. Now is the time for small apartments and squatting when needs be.

On a food note, a couple of us from the fencing club have started Wed. night dinners. I cooked a magnificent feast of Pesto Penne noodles and chicken. I do have to say that my cooking skills are rather spectacular. If anybody wants to put that to the test, come on out to good ol' PDX and we'll Iron Chef right there and then. The secret ingredient is.....

And now for something completely different.

Name the lyric and you win a prize.
"These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces they're so resigned to what their fate is,
But not us, no not us we are far too young and clever."