Drizzly Days & Tuesday's

Listening to the rain and feeling down.

Callin' in sick today;

Much to my boss dismay;

Driving around, then suddenly I need a tow.

Drizzly days & Tuesday's, always feeling low.

This downpour makes me want to paint in blues.

I wish they were not here;

I hope that they disappear;

The winds they did blow, as humidity began to grow.

Drizzly days & Tuesday's, always feeling low.

Strange, 'cause tonight's the night of the eclipse you know.

Sad we're having this monsoon.

For once I'd like to see this astronomical show.

Guess I'm gonna miss the moon.

At least I have time for 'Stormy Gray'.

Story within' this book.

Of a wild horse by a brook.

Kate was all aglow, till he died in the Winter Snow.

Drizzly days & Tuesday's, always feeling low.

J.A.SCOTT

* Sung to the song - "Rainy Days & Mondays" - the Carpenters

Vegetation on the Wall

Formidable, the castle wall.

Letting nothing through.

Obediently, it stands it's guard,

witness how the foe withdrew.

Ever patient, ever true.

Remember you must wait.

Postpone a little while.

Once it's time, you blossom forth.

Wielding power, ever strong!

Erode the mighty wall of stone.

Real potential all along.

J.A.Scott

Road Closed

R.a.n.t. of week 04/06/14

No jokes, no puns, no comedy. I really, really, really hate roads being closed. I especially hate it when there are two major roads closed where I live. One of Milwaukee's main streets (27th) has a stretch closed for about a mile, if not more.. Four lanes reduced to two. This makes for much congestion in the morning. And since the road is being torn up, all the asphalt scraped off needs to go somewhere. A MAJOR CROSS STREET! Let's put it there!!! Who are the road wizards that came up with that one? It's so bad, Loomis is starting to look more like a quarry than a street. Honestly, I think I saw the Beeb filming an episode of Doctor Who there yesterday.

So I can't use 27th, I can't use Loomis (the open part of Loomis goes the wrong way) so I must find a new route to work. The next logical choice would be 35th street (Yes, I'm frightened people are starting to figure out exactly where I live, but I'm moving in the future so that won't be a problem). As for 35th, there's good news, and there's bad news. The bad news is my idea is shared by many others looking for an alternate route. This tends to cause a another major back up. The good news is.... well, I lied there is no good news, just more bad news. When you travel 35th street, about a mile North is a bridge which is currently having a construction project of it's own after a train ran into with a double stacked load. Half of the bridge is closed which brings the four lane bridge down to two. For almost a mile South of the bridge, traffic is backed up, pretty much all the way to Loomis.Why is it not 2015 yet? According to Back to the Future, we'll have hover cars. I can't wait.

Photo of a Dalek (Behind the gravel pile).

They Hated it

My neighbour friends all had a part,
to create a living room collage.
they hung so many works of 'art',
But now they sit in the garage.

I'm not mean, I'm just up-front.
So I'll describe the awful image.
An eclectic nightmare, let's be blunt.
Sensible as a K-5 Scrimmage.

J.A.Scott



Inspired from the show 'Trading Spaces'.
Primarily the episodes where everything was hated.

Karen Cooking

'Peanut Fried Rice With Fish'

We're cooking something so delish'

We like to cook and have some fun

but just make sure the rice is done.

And keep the skillet very hot,

then wipe your nose, I see your snot.

If your fish you think you'll miss

Quickly give a good-bye kiss.

A little mess from Pierre the klutz

at least he remembered to bring the nuts.

Next get the onions, they'll hit the spot,

what do you mean that you forgot?

Since the onions have been misplaced,

let's sample some of this fish paste.

If you have no cracker to put beneath

perhaps you can use to brush your teeth.

To finish off let's add a lime.

Please do not trip this time.

The food is done, now lets asses.

By golly, we just made a mess.
Cooking for Pemu must've seemed a threat,
that's why she left and went to Pho Viet.

J.A.Scott

If you really want to make Peanut Fried Rice With Fish,
ask Pemu for help. Not Pierre
And use the recipe below.

Ingredients

2 tablespoons oil
1 large onion, chopped (2 cups)
2 1/2 tablespoons minced ginger
1 tablespoon minced garlic
4 cups of cooked Jasmine Rice, cold*
1-2 tablespoons Fish Sauce
1/2-3.5 oz box Peanut Sauce Mix
2 cups cooked and flaked fish** (of choice, grilled or pan-seared)
1/3 cup chopped fresh basil
1 lime cut into 8 wedges
Optional: Favorite hot sauce
*Day old rice works best for fried rice.
**We used salmon for our test, but any firm fleshed fish will do.

Directions
1. In a large non-stick skillet heat oil over a high heat until hot. Add onions and cook until they are a deep brown (caramelized), but not black.
2. Add the ginger and garlic. Stirring, cook 2 or 3 minutes until fragrant. Add Jasmine Rice and Fish Sauce. Stir-fry until rice is coated with oil. Add more oil if too dry.
3. Add 1 inner envelope of Peanut Sauce Mix and fish. Stir-fry until heated through. Mix in basil at the last minute of cooking and serve.
4. Pass a bowl of lime wedges to squeeze on rice. For those who "like it hot" sprinkle on a few drops of hot sauce.

A Taste of Thai


This poem was inspired form a skit I performed with my friend Conrad, called "Karen Cooking". The skit can be viewed HERE:

Humming Bird

Beat your wings so you may fly.

Visible, barely, to the naked eye.

You hover there without a care

drinking nectar in mid-air.

Buzzing, humming, in delight,

through the entirety of your flight.

Watching you is such a thrill

till suddenly you have had your fill.

J.A.Scott

Sick Day

When I wake up feeling sick,
a stomach flu has held me quick.
There is no food I dare to eat,
lest I run to the bathroom seat.

I lay about in bed all day,
a sickly man's a sad display.
A women will thus tell you true,
quite soon she'd ship him to Peru.

But I am one who has no nurse,
so must endure this health reverse.
Relying on my very wit,
assuring others I'm most unfit.

Longing for a sudden cure.
Will help come? It seems unclear.
The one sure way I can regroup,
a healthy bowl of chicken soup.

J.A.Scott