hello, my name is Zia. i have recently been granted the opportunity to become a Futility Now writer. I am the daughter of Hazel. i am a middle school student, and a constant blogger. in fact, you can find my own blog at www.pessimisticwhispers.blogspot.com.
i am looking forward to posting more at some point.
(mother, if you are reading this, i apologize for the lack of capitalization.)
anyway, i hope you will continue reading our posts of endless joy.
Although this happened before we went to beautiful Canada I decided to post it immediately afterward for some reason, and that reason was not the opportunity to put some kind of fake Scheme expression in the title field, I promise.
AT ANY RATE, this is a sandwich I made from a broad cross-section of leftovers we brought home from Christmas Eve dinner:
Ham, artichoke hearts, 2 kinds of salami, sun dried tomato and (although you can’t see them) green beans. It was pretty unbelievable.
So we went to Vancouver B.C. (not WA) for New Year’s Eve. Vancouver is pretty cool. It has reasonable architecture, a marvelous waterfront, and some really weird birds.
In lieu of the sort of festivities you young people are all so in favor of, we stayed in and cooked short ribs.
They were delicious, and we didn’t have to listen to anyone shout “wooo!” at the top of their lungs, or vomit. I’m not a huge fan of vomit.
Here’s a picture of C sitting pensively at the dinner table.
Luckily that ominous atmosphere is just a trick of the light. Nobody’s life was tragically and bloodily snuffed out in the immediate aftermath of this picture’s being taken.
Happy New Year.