Ommmmm-lette

This is your brain on drugs, with turkey, ham, bacon, minced onion, chopped basil, 4 cheese blend, with (inside) cracked green peppercorns and chili powder and (outside) black pepper and Celtic sea salt. (The potato side is a hash brown made from deconstructed tater tots, with white American cheese and a schmear of barbeque sauce.)

There has not been a movie of the day for-- what? Two weeks? Three?-- because we have been in the middle of watching a couple different series on DVD.

First, Dead Like Me. This is something I had caught a little of one night in a hotel room while out on a business trip, which is to say I didn't get the best glimpse of it. It seemed interesting, but turned out not to be something that we just didn't happen to catch when it was on. Typically, with HBO series, they are scheduled such that I catch them around the time the Wifey is headed to bed, which is what happened with John Adams and Generation Kill. I don't recall her saying why, but she stuck this in the queue, and so far we have quite enjoyed it. Some of the story arcs are less than gripping-- although never boring, truely-- but the performances are adorable, especially Ellen Muth as the sullenly blase teenager learning the lessons of life in death, and Mandy Patankin as the zen task master of the worldy purgatory.

Then, of course, there is the Boston Legal.

James Spader. Bill Shatner. Candice Bergen. And, this season (last season), John Laroquette, chewing most delicately on the meatiest role the man has had in recent memory. And don't get me started on the vets playing the judges. In our household, this is known as candy. Sweet, sweet candy.

I will probably get around to posting about movies-of-the-day in another couple of weeks, but before that, I will be on hiatus. Not just due to the Boston Legal-- caaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnndy, sweet, sweet caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnndy-- but also due to the fact that I am wrestling with a temporary crown on the lower left rear molar, to be replaced by a permanent crown a week from tomorrow. So, in the mean time, most of what I have been having for lunch has been less than spectacular. On the other hand, thus the omlette. Speaking of which:

Really, this was more like three of your brains on drugs with etc etc. Which, of course, defies literal interepretation, but actually goes a long way towards explaining, by way of metaphor, the magic of the omlette.