I woke up a grumpy boy this morning. I did not sleep well. After screwing up my first Papa Sandwich, my frustration grew. I was considering climbing a bell tower, when I realized that I had not checked my email.

Note to self: Check email. Then, climb bell tower.

After checking my email, I am in a drastically better mood and for good reason. Hari Paizis, the proprietor of Paizi’s Gyros (you know the restaurant I reviewed this week) emailed me to thank me for my review. It touched me in the soft tender mushy part of my cold black heart. It sort of solidified some thoughts that I have had about writing these articles and validated my efforts. A person can only receive so many emails from neigh sayers before morale starts to get a little low. It is amazing how much better one kind note can make me feel. Maybe I was an overly sensitive little nelly queen this morning and that is why the email effected me so much, but whatever the reason, it was a very nice way to start my day. I do not expect restaurants to thank me for reviewing them, but it is nice when they do. Of course I do not expect to get an email from a restaurant that I poo-pooed on thanking me for setting them straight. I don’t have the hubris to expect that. Maybe one day, but I doubt it.

I had an idea for a television show this morning whilst I was making my eggs. It would star me, naturally. In the show I would travel the world visiting famous chefs and have them teach me about food and technique. I would have Wylie Dufresne teach me to poach eggs and Hubert Keller teach me to make Coq au Vin. I would have Anthony Bourdain show where to get the best duck in Szechuan and have Tom Colicchio show me where his favorite fishing spots are. I’d have Bobby Flay teach me to make pizzas on the grill and have Nigella Lawson teach me to make something decadent out of chocolate. Sounds like a good time to me. I just need to pitch it to the Food Network or Bravo! or the Travel Channel. Where’s a publicist when I need one?

On a slightly different food note, I started working on my garden yesterday afternoon. By started working on it, I mean that removed all of the horrid Monkey Grass from the flower bed and discovered just how much lava rock I have to relocate. After those two things were accomplished to reset up the red brick wall, albeit a little willy nilly, but still, it is set back up. I have alot of work ahead of me, but it will be done. Oh yes, it will be done.

Today I need to do a bunch of stuff, but will probably blow it off and hang out with Teacher Sis. We haven’t had a play day in a while what with my laziness/unsocialness and her homework/schoolwork, so I think a hangout is in order. Until then I will probably work on this week’s article even though I said I was taking the week off. They hired me to write an article a week, so that is what I am going to do. Plus, I enjoy it. Not to mention that the occasional thankful email from a restaurant owner is a big pay off.

Anyways, I’m tired of talking at you now. More soon. ~SC

Oh, wait. I forgot something. Pancake Land sent this to me and I couldn’t:

a) Wrap my head around it.

b) Stop laughing until I peed my pants a little.

Here. See for yourself:

This is what happens when you are famous and use the innernet.

That’s right. Ice T just said that Aimee Mann can eat a hot bowl of dicks. So awesome. Anyway, once more with feeling. More soon. ~SC