Last night Mike and I watched the Sixth Sense. I tell you this to amuse you. Which, apparently, is my job. Some people, not mentioning any names, but rhymes with \lquote Smelly\rquote or \lquote Smell-eigh\rquote seems they can just go off on a luxury cruise, drink, and assume the rest of us a waiting around to amuse her upon her return.

Anyway, the sixth sense. Mike and I were surveying channels (or \lquote surfing\rquote as the kids call it), when we stopped upon the Sixth Sense. Mike wanted to watch it. I was surprised for two reasons:

• 1. He was scared to death of it when we saw it in the movies.


• 2. We own it on DVD.
  

I asked him if he wanted me to put in the DVD, thereby avoiding those pesky adverts (Or \lquote Commercials\rquote ), but he said it was \lquote okay\rquote as he really liked those \lquote Glad Container\rquote commecials. You know the one that starts off:

-Insert Random Mediocre Actor/ess here- is mad. His/Her bowl melted into her/his fettuccini and now she/he has to pick out melted plastic pieces from the creamy cheese sauce.

Anyway, at 9:45 he says we\rquote ll go to bed at 10 after it ends. I pointed out that since we were only at the scene where the dead housewife shows us her mutilated wrists, we had at least another hour left in the movie.

So we went to bed at 9:45. In the middle of the movie.

If we had put in the DVD initially, we could have watched the whole thing and not been inundated by Levitra commercials.

Mike and the bird, seeing eye to eye.

I came across a very easy, yet cool and tasty chicken recipe, which I used for a birthday dinner Mike and I hosted this weekend.

Ingredients: Chicken breasts, basil, Prosciutto, some cheese, garlic, chicken stock, white wine, toothpicks, a little flour.
Prep time: about 20 minutes
Cook Time: About 15 minutes.

Directions: Pound the chicken flat between plastic sheets. The thinner the better. Lay a few basil leaves down on the flattened chicken, put a slice of Prosciutto on it, then some cheese. I used some left over pepper jack, but you can use anything you like. Roll it up, and secure with toothpicks. (Note: Don\rquote t use colored toothpicks, as the color will dye the chicken. Trust me).

Roll the breasts in seasoned flour, covering well.

Put some oil in a pan, and heat it very hot. Slice a couple of cloves of garlic into big slices (you will remove them in a minute), then brown them in the pan. Remove when browned, and put the chicken in. Brown on all sides, then deglaze the pan with some white wine. Add some chicken stock, cover, and let simmer for 10 minutes or so. (You can skip this last part, but the wine/stick reduces to make a tasty gravy).

Remove, take out the toothpicks, and enjoy! The Prosciutto gives the chicken a fully, slightly salty taste, which balances the basil.

Very tasty \endash and it looks cool.

Here\rquote s an idea.

When a small group of you are deciding to stop, in a hallway, and talk about life, the universe, and everything \endash don\rquote t waste any energy finding a place that won\rquote t disrupt the flow of traffic through the hallway. Just position yourself anywhere \endash especially as a small \lquote clump\rquote smack in the middle. If there\rquote s only two of you, you should each stand a foot or so from opposite walls, so that people can\rquote t go behind you and must walk through the mist of spittle the both of you are emitting, having to shout to be heard over the rush of people walking through your conversation.

Oh, and if there is a narrowing of the hallway, like say, a doorway. Stop immediately on either side of that. Please.

On a related note, if a group of you are about to climb the stairs, you should pause just at the foot of it, and finish any important conversation you might have before ascending. God knows you might have some sort of fatal attack half way down, and world would be poorer without hearing your thoughts on last night \lquote idols\rquote . If you should successfully make the climb, immediately pause again at the top, allowing those of us trying to still climb a chance to pause and rest.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? Have we stopped have any consideration for the people around us? Here\rquote s a clue, if people have to weave through your group in order to continue their voyage \endash YOU ARE IN THE WAY!

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming\'85

Is in the house!

Well, in my house.

My bird begs. I mean, really, really, really begs. He beds down, flaps his wings, and flashes a \lquote please pick me up or throw some seed at me\rquote look. He doesn't sqawk (much), just sits and looks miserable.

He\rquote s also incredibly clumsy. Seriously. He was on my shoulder, and misstepped, and the slid down my chest and leg, arms and wings flaily madly, before settling on the floor. (I was sitting, leaning against the couch \endash so it wasn\rquote t far).