Christmouse Tree

My Grandma Kathleen always had a couple Christmas trees, but I only ever cared about this one, the mouse tree.



When I was a kid, every year my parents and I (mostly my parents) would give her a mouse-themed ornament, and up on the mouse tree it went. Finding these ornaments became a little more difficult after Hallmark stopped its annual mouse-ornament series sometime in the mid-90s, but thankfully ornaments featuring adorable rodents didn't go out of style, and some gift store would always deliver.

Mouse ornaments often fall into one of two categories.

1. Mouse has shenanigans with delicious food:



2. Mouse uses human items for strange purposes; said items appear comically large:



I inherited the tree and all its ornaments after my grandma died in August 2006. They were in her attic in a box with a Post-it that said "For Katie" on it. My parents still try to get me a new ornament for it every year, but it's become increasingly hard. Last year the best my dad could find was a mouse holding a giant (comparatively, anyway) key that said, "New Home 2006," a sentiment that had no relevance to our lives. That's OK, though. The tree's running out of room, and I like the old ones.

My de facto mother-in-law gave me a $15 Starbucks gift card for my birthday. I can only imagine that she somehow wound up with said card and had nothing better to do with it (maybe she intuited that I have a penchant for the jolly green lady in a circle ... is development of one a requirement of turning 26? Because nothing could be further from the truth.)

How to best redeem this ? I browsed through my local Charbucks for options:

1. Starbucks advent calendar.

2. James Taylor's "One Man Band," DVD that captures the enduring onstage appeal of a performer who transcends genres and generations.

3. Mug with depiction of the Orange County, California skyline.

4. Collectible ornament shaped like bag of coffee.

5. Mitch Albom's "The Five People You Meet in Heaven."

6. Starbucks-brand espresso machine for $584 instead of $599.

Any ideas? I think I may find myself having a feast of Cranberry Bliss Bars and individually wrapped slices of pumpkin bread.

My landlord, my hero

Office Cat

Ever since this picture showed up on MSN Animal Tracks (I'm a religious visitor) a few weeks ago, I have not been able to stop looking at it and subsequently exploding with emotions I can't fully explain.


Oh man. Look at that damn cat. Just look at him. That expression. He's so focused. So hard at work in his job as an office assistant at the University of Cat. Working on deadline. I can't take it. It hurts. It's the greatest thing I've ever seen.

Noble but utterly and unsurprisingly failed

I started working at Philadelphia's Library for the Blind and Physically Handicapped, where, under the pretenses of working on a research project, I've been going through the treasure trove of documents that disorganized governmental organizations never throw out. From a 1964 issue of "Library Journal":

"AURAL READING MACHINE: A new machine to enable the blind to read ordinary printed material is being evaluated by the Battelle Memorial Institute. At the present stage of development of the reader, the sounds produced by the device do not resemble speech but are patterns of musical tones similar to chords played on an organ. By interpreting these tones, trained users should ultimately attain a speed of 15 to 30 words per minute."


Which led Mr. Wiegle and I to envision the following fantasy history:


"ORAL READING MACHINE: At the present stage of development, the machine converts inputted text into an omelette recipe, then makes an omelette. By interpreting these omelettes, trained users should ultimately attain a reading speed of 300 words per meal (wpm). Users will be able to program the machine to automatically process the morning newspaper and create omelettes before the user awakes. The user can then consume breakfast and the news simultaneously. A meal of 36 omelettes will result in the reading of the major sections of a standard local paper."

NY Times Headline, 6/27/1965: "Study shows blind people gaining weight more rapidly than other demographic groups"

Don't That Look Like a Tasty Bowl o' Mush?

I have been experimenting with an innovative and delicious new dessert concept. At first glance, you may be tempted to call it little more than warm, undercooked rice pudding, but I prefer "dessert risotto." Here's how the inaugural Nailgun Alley version goes:

Make some jasmine rice. In a saucepan over medium heat, stir said rice with butter, peanut butter, cream, and sugar. (Don't get all high and mighty with cooking technique and when to add what. It's all gonna turn into the same delectable slop no matter how it goes down.) Remove from heat. Fold in frozen chocolate chips. Consume.

The man of the house was so keen on the idea that tonight he made a big pot of rice, ate half of it with chili for dinner and then ate the rest as chocolate-peanut-butter dessert risotto. Though I think he now regrets that plan (note: best to precede dessert risotto with dinner of healthy green salad), we at the Dessert Risotto Foundation applaud his ricely efforts.

Next adaptation will be an autumnal blend of canned pumpkin, pie spices, and graham cracker chunks.

The only thing that might theoretically be able to top this: deep-fried dessert risotto.

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