Co-Exist, Schmo-Exist

Do you see anything off about this photograph? In a parking lot so full that, in order to find a spot, drivers (including me) have to circle and do the "hover beside other drivers loading up their car to leave so I can take their spot" thing, this guy (or girl) with the dandy "Co-exist" bumper sticker decides to park over the line, keeping anyone else from taking the spot next to him. If dude had simply double-parked, it might have been less infuriating. As is, he's just barely past the point of being able to squeeze in to the space next to him.

If you're gonna spout platitudes by slapping stupid bumper stickers on your car, at least do what your own bumper sticker says to do, Jerkface.

Oh, and as you can see, the nice fall weather has left the building. Portland now looks like the Portland most people imagine.

On to other things, this blog with the post about the 1977 JCPenny catalogue that's been making the rounds is truly very funny. I have laughed out loud reading it, especially the post titled "On Reflection" about the mirror. (The humor in this blog can be pretty dark/crude, so be forewarned. I was reading a couple of entries out loud to Ted today though and we were both in tears, not the sad or inspired kind but the "ohmygod that's hilarious" kind).

Finally, my friend Jill did a thing over at her blog to gain some cooking inspiration, so here's my late contribution. It's an egg-sausage casserole deal with lots of cheese and half-n-half:
Ta-da! We had this for breakfast one day this week, though I'd wanted to make it for dinner. Ted thinks eating breakfast for dinner is weird, though in my family it was a normal occurrence, especially if my mom couldn't think of anything else to cook. I got this recipe from Robert St. John's book Deep South Staples, which I mentioned here on this blog a couple of weeks ago. I can't recommend it highly enough. Not only are there awesome recipes in there, but he bans cream of mushroom soup from any of his recipes, and he's a pretty funny writer to boot. Even if you never make anything out of his book, it's entertaining to read anyway. I did from start to finish.

Lastly (I know I already wrote "finally"), any 30 Rock fans out there get as mad as I did last night? As much of a fan as I am of Friends, I officially think that David Schwimmer is the biggest Fart-Face in Hollywood for taking that guest star role from a deserving "second tier" (or even third or fourth for that matter) actor who actually could have been funny. Okay, I just went on and on about all that but deleted it. Not the place, not the place. Come over to my house and you'll hear about it though.

Happy Friday everyone! If you see David Schwimmer, punch him in the face and tell him Lori sent you.