Food, the most important topic.

1) My steamer is whistling creepily and tunelessly at me, like a serial killer. I seriously could have sworn Eugene Tooms was hanging out in my kitchen vent, it sounded so lifelike. If I don't show up tomorrow, you'll all know why.

2) As you may or may not know, Toronto is currently in the second day of a garbage strike. I am relatively sanguine about this -- after all, Windsor's ten weeks into one, so really, two days doesn't hurt me, and the last time they did this, in 2002, I coped just fine, thank you -- but I have discovered that people tearing their hair out over this wakes up my inner smug asshole just a little. People! I say to them, in the privacy of my own head. If you were practising proper waste diversion then what to do with your garbage wouldn't be an issue for like, two weeks or more! There would be no reason to panic like idiots two days in. In fact, right now is a very good time to learn proper waste diversion practices and discover the mad joy of throwing out nothing but the plasticky stuff they wrap things in for no good reason!

See? My inner smug asshole, she is wide awake. I figure even if I have to store some stuff on the balcony -- and granting that I'm a single-writer household -- I'm good for like a month. I am feeling so inappropriately self-righteous about this you'd think I'd just read Atlas Shrugged with one eye and Fast Food Nation with the other.

(Compost on, my friends. Compost on.)

3) On a much nicer note, rejoice with me, for I have found a local organic delivery/farm share thing! No longer will I have to be sadly, mewlingly jealous of rushthatspeaks's farm share box posts, and this will probably keep me off the street out of the work cafeteria too, which can only be good. And there's blueberries.

Going to sign up tomorrow. Yay!