Creeps in this petty pace from Day to Day, signifying nothing.. but it doesn't make it less annoying

I did something interesting, to me anyway, this morning. I made something that was a cross between a crepe and an omelet. It was thin like a crepe, but didn't have flour in it, like an omelet. I beat 2 large eggs with a tablespoon of milk and put them in a greased, pre-heated, non-stick 10" skillet and swirled it across the bottom and slightly up the sides. There's not enough egg to make the puffy style of omelet with this size pan, but 1 egg per person is more than enough egg for breakfast.

I got the official word that the gum surgery really did go much better than last time. Remember last time I wasn't allowed to brush for seemingly months? This time, 10 days... I'm even going back to the gym today. I could have gone yesterday but (see the following paragraph)....

The stuff I ranted about late last week in a locked post is still going on and there hasn't been a lot of progress. I'm no longer even angry about it, I'm mostly resigned because there's no possible way to sustain that level of anger without becoming ill from it. And I don't want to talk about it openly in public so Simon can.

I was really upset about the April Fool's stuff this year. I have an example which I didn't see until yesterday. Franklin Habit, whose blog, The Panopticon, I stopped reading because it was infrequently updated and frequently dull, and even more often filled with baby crud. I figured an openly gay man without children of his own might be able to resist baby crud, but when his niece was born, it was all baby all the time and he seemed to never knit anything else. Then he started doing this historical baby crud. Which made me think he was a bad knitter because no one would deliberately resurrect those patterns. They were ugly 200 years ago, they're even more ugly now that we have a choice, and it's still just about babies. Why on Earth would I keep reading that? But his 4/1/11 post, from the recommended for me tag in G-Reader, says knitting has palled for him and he's not as interested in finding new projects as he once was. I read that and was mentally nodding because that's how I feel a lot of the time, and certainly when I was still volunteering I didn't knit anything of my own. (Some of my interest is coming back though.) Franklin said a lot of his time has been taken up by his new hobby, NASCAR. I didn't catch on to it being a joke until then. Astonishingly what clued me in to it being a joke wasn't a gay man living in Chicago being interested in NASCAR, it was that a knitter would stop knitting to watch it. There isn't a lot of TV that's more knitting-friendly than auto racing. Maybe televised amateur golf would be more knitting-friendly but no one watches that. I still don't get why this is amusing though. I really don't understand why people feel this need to lie because of the date. It's not like it's an excuse. Or it isn't to me, because I'm holding it against people who lied to me.

I have a big pile of receipts to sort through today, and I really want a nap. I've also got an un-imaginable amount of laundry to do.

Oh, one more food thing. Peet's Coffee coffee costs about the same per pound as Longbottom Coffee coffee but really suffers in comparison. Yuck. I bought some because I didn't know how long it would take to receive my shipment and I ordered at the very last minute before the surgery. It takes 4 scoops of P coffee to make the 2-cup size pot I normally make (my cups are real cups) compared to the 2 scoops I normally use of the L coffee and the P coffee tastes a lot harsher and more burnt even so. Even actual cream doesn't completely rescue it.

Yesterday I spent some time watching Alain de Botton videos. I so enjoyed the lecture "On Pessimism" that I wanted more. His speaking style reminds me of David Sedaris in a number of ways. I wish de Botton's books read more like that though. I know I'm a lazy reader, but I also know that I enjoy de Botton's philosophy, so you'd think one would overcome the other. It actually does, just not the way I'd prefer, the way where my brain slovenly slouches off to linger slumped upon a lumpy and beaten sofa while slurping sugary soda from a warm two-liter bottle half filled with saliva and burping unpleasantly enough to scare away friends who might rescue it.

One of these things is not like the other.

I'm reading a k-book, Love, Unexpectedly by an author I'm too lazy to look up right now. It was free when I got it. I have been enjoying it fairly well. It's moderately edited, no glaring gaffes, but the flow is a bit awkward due to the his and hers chapter alternation which makes for some redundant reading. It's still tolerably well put together, on par with better fanfic and Harlequin type novels.

But there's this really weird thing and I can't get past it.

The heroine is a native born Canadian living in Montreal, though she's from Vancouver. The hero is originally from India and has lived in England and France before moving to Canada. The heroine meets the hero while she's dating someone else and hero is her new neighbor. So they become merely friends even though the hero wants to be more. He blames their being friends for why she doesn't see him as a potential lover.

There is never any indication that there might be any other problem.

I'm still blinking about that 90% through the book. I would have a really serious concern about marrying someone who wasn't from my own country. If nothing else, for the legal reasons that it's extra complex with the paperwork and the hassle with family visits. (Hero's family lives in India.) Personally I would be a lot less likely to marry someone of a different race as well, for prejudicial and practical reasons. (I'm not saying it couldn't happen, but shared values make for a stronger relationship, and when you don't share a common upbringing, it seems more likely that there will be too much friction to overcome. I'd be more likely to marry someone of another race who was from a similar midwestern background to my childhood, and then only if we were compatible in terms of food and religion and family expectations. But it's hard enough meshing those issues with someone who was already similar.) Combined with the fact that the book never indicates that the heroine was attracted to the hero, it seemed completely unreal to me that he thought the problem was that they were friends first and he was caught in "the buddy trap".