death of a restaurant, high-food diet, and Spring has partly sprung

Spring has sprung!  Or anyhow, the spring has become rusty and tired and has partially sprung, or perhaps not, or maybe the weather will drive you crazy if you try to think about it too much.  It's probably that last one.  Anyhow, the temperature has gotten above freezing regularly for a while now and looks like it's going to keep doing so for the next week or so.  This is a bit early for Anchorage, maybe a couple of weeks, and people are desperately hopeful that it won't snow again and that the global warming disaster will finally proceed as promised, since it will turn Anchorage into a paradise.  The dog turds are melting out of the snow.  Seeing no other way to help it, I grabbed a fly off the sidewalk where it was forlornly backstroking, as they sometimes do when they are considering becoming dead, and brought it into the beautiful atrium of the Integrated Science Building.  If you happen to go there and see a fly flying around, or more likely, being a carcass, then I did that. 

I need a picture. How about Star Trek rule 34? Note Vulcan mind meld during copulation.

 A while back I made a blog about an Indian restaurant in my neighborhood called Kebab And Curry.  I tried to make it clear that this place was something special, and that the food was the work of a creative genius.  Well, the restaurant's still there, but the creative genius has moved on.  Word is, the owner fired the chef for yelling at the wait staff so often that they couldn't keep the positions filled.  There may have been other problems with the chef as well, since as I mentioned in the other post Chris ordered a whole tandoori chicken which cost like $10.  The thing is, he was being given a double order every time he ordered the chicken, and he always ordered the chicken, since he's on a high-protein diet.  Now, I'm not a businessman, but it occurs to me that if serving customers food is the profit mechanism for your business plan, it shouldn't be a net loss to do so.  So the chef may have had words with the owner, and he packed his knives and his spices and his recipes and his genius and took off.  Now the place is reportedly considerably less good.  That sucks.  If you wanted to eat there and missed your chance, you can still go in memoriam, but my advice is that you go Namaste Shangri la instead. 

For the last week, I have been on a high-food diet.  I'm supposed to eat 3000-5000 calories of high protein, low-simple-carb food each and every day.  I don't know exactly how well I'm doing at this.  It's sort of a nuisance to tally up the calories.  I spect I'm doing alright though, since I've been eating twice as much as usual.  It's not treating me too badly.  I'm extremely sick, which could be related, I don't know.  I tend to be warm all the time, which suggests that I'm the opposite of starving, or that I have a fever.  I'm generally pretty hungry, except that I'm getting tired of eating eggs all the time.  The reason I'm doing this is to build muscle, by the way.  There's a weight routine that goes along with it that's meant to stimulate the body's production of growth hormone, and the result is several additional pounds of new muscle.  That is, the result is supposed to be that.  So far, the result seems to be an ear infection.  Hopefully it's just a phase.

A friend of mine was house-sitting for some friends and I went over for a visit the other day.  Normally, when I get access to somebody else's house, I turn the place upside down to see what kind of secrets they've got stashed about, and I bet I'm not the only person who does this.  It wasn't necessary to go looking in this case.  right out on the nightstand, there was an orange glassy-looking thing that I momentarily mistook for drug paraphernalia.  As I got closer, I noted that is was in fact an orange silicone disposable vibrating cockring.  IT looked just like this...

 
...except that it was covered with pubic hairs.  I kept looking over at the photo on the wall, one of those happy couple photos where they're wearing sweaters and  hugging and it's all a waist-up deal, the sort of thing a good, christian couple might have done up at Sears to send to the family.  I found the two bits of information oddly congruent, as though the cockring and the photo might be the artifacts of a specific good day they'd had recently.