Let there be… disturbing art! I’ve finally managed to work my artist’s wonderful rendition of Rabbit Rue’s true horror into the site design. It’s a work in progress, but it still looks better than without, in my opinion. Hopefully I can tweak the design a little and leave it alone for a while. I’m moving to Evanston. I’m pretty sure of this. Nothing against Chicago, but threatening to shut down the Purple Line express, which ferries my worthless carcass to and from work, and/or raise the rates from $1.

Your Score: The High Priestess You scored 43 change, 69 wellbeing, 73 wisdom, and 63 truth  This card represents the subconscious mind. It is the balancing force between pairs. The pillars to her sides represent the opposites, light and dark, and she sits in the middle of them, impartial to one or the other. The curtain behind her connects the pairs. The letters on the pillars are B and J.

2 lbs Ground Elk Meat 1.5 cups dry Red Kidney Beans 1.5 cups dry Black Beans 1 29oz can Tomato Sauce 1 28oz can Crushed Tomatoes 1.5 cups chopped Vidalia Onion 3 tbsp white Distilled Vinegar 3 tbsp Chili Powder 2 tsp ground Sea Salt 2 tsp ground Black Pepper 1/2 tsp Garlic Powder 1/4 tsp Dave’s Insanity Sauce Soak beans overnight. Drain beans and add crushed tomatoes, tomato sauce, onions, vinegar, 2 tbsps of the chili powder, half of the salt, and half of the pepper.

I have begun chapter nine of my ongoing tale of Rabbit Rue, which has just recently crossed the threshold of 130 pages. After I’ve written a few more of these books, I’ll consider this a mere trifle, but for now, that sheer amount of information is daunting. That I’ve created something that would require hours of reading dismays and bewilders my sensibilities, like a budding architect who has accidentally designed the Sistine Chapel.

I’m getting fat. Yes, me. I understand you are gawking at the screen, cursing at my already low weight and considering a phone call to an anorexic hotline, but stay with me, here. Since moving to Chicago, I fell off my wagon, and instead of being 138 pounds at 8% bodyfat, I’m somewhere around 150 with likely fifteen percent. This proves whatever I’m eating is overwhelming my metabolism, and while I will never tip the scales at 200, it’s obvious my current diet is unhealthy.