Making Sausage

They say you never want to see what goes into the sausage. I say that's bullshit. Sausage is tasty and fun. And besides, while most people might be grossed out by the pig intestines and such, I get excited by the secrets.

Last weekend or so, I went up to Chicago to photograph my friends Sprio and Tess make sausage for their new blog Brunch, Drunk, Love. The whole day was full of awful innuendoes and subtle jabs at me for taking pictures (even though Tess asked me to come up specifically for this).

Now I am a Man

The suit makes the man. And I am one steep closer to suiting-up all the time. With my one day off this week I finally took my suit (from my previous post) to the tailors. Over all it was a great experience. The woman was a peach and very intelligent about fabric. I knew it was the place for me when a couple walked in as she was pinning my trousers. She gave them a glance and asked "So, when's the wedding? May?"

Wearing the whole suit, I felt like a little boy wearing his fathers clothes. The damn thing is so big. But after she pinned it all together it started to look normal, and if I do say so myself, pretty good.

Each individual pricing seemed reasonable, but since the suit needed so much work it added up quickly. I hesitated a little, but it's still cheaper than getting a new suit. 

Gonzo is a snappy dresser

A nice argyle under a true photographers jacket. Lots of pockets.

I've been watching the Muppet Movies. Pretty great. I would suggest it. I watched the Great Muppet Caper last night. What did I come away thinking? Gonzo dresses pretty well for a . . . what ever he is.

Windy City Express

Chicago Dog, Pizza Puff, Chery Pepsi

I woke up thinking about one thing. And over the morning that one thing evolved into three. Lying in bed, head hurting and throat dry, I had a huge craving for a pizza puff. A pizza puff is a wonderful pocket of cheese and meat in a greasy, flaky crust. Pretty much the best way to fix what was ailing me. 

Soon that craving was all I could think about. And walking to Windy City Express, I was worried that it wouldn't come through. Maybe the place would be closed, maybe they didn't have pizza puffs, maybe they were out. I was worried. But I got there and ordered in a shaky voice. And moments later I was enjoying my hot dog and pizza puff.

No, not the best I've had. That would have to go to the diner I would frequent in Edgewater, which is no longer there. But it was damn good. And really helped me out in a difficult spot, I had to be at work in a half-hour and I was not feeling it. That satisfied feeling stayed with me for most of the day.

The Killing

To be honest, when I first saw the commercials for this TV show I thought it looked boring. But then I watched the review on TRS and decided to give it a shot. I just watched the pilot and was blown away. It's amazing. I feel like the theme of the whole episode was expectations. Expect one thing and something else happens. Characters I expected to be one way where not. Even the camera work was a little different from what's expected.

I'm usually a sucker for realism in my stories. I loved The Sopranos because of how true it felt. But this doesn't exactly feel true to life. This is a mystery with twists and turns that don't really happen in real life. But I'm fine with that. The characters feel real. In these hyper-gritty events, they react normally. With fear and confession.

I've only seen the first episode of it, so I can't really judge the whole series. But if it continues along the same line, I think I'm going to be hooked.