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Dear friends,

There is a reason for this week’s silence, not necessarily a good reason, but a reason nonetheless.  Since I’m pretty sure that the only people from LuthorCorp who visit this page are my friends, fellow workerbees and desk monkeys, I’ll come right out and say it: my job, which even on its best days is not the most satisfying work in the world, lately has been reducing me to teeth-gritting, temple-pounding misery.  Since teeth-gritting, temple-pounding misery is not exactly conducive to the creative process, and since I really, really don’t want to ramble on at length about the awfulness of things, I’ve been opting for non-writing pursuits this week, such as going to the gym after work, and going to Buttercup Bake Shop after the gym. 

I will have my game face back soon, I really will.  I’m thinking of a Doonesbury cartoon from my childhood, in which a friend of Rick Redfern’s leaves the Washington press corps for California, and a job with then-Governor Jerry Brown.  There were a few fish-out-of water strips in the series, with this guy looking in the mirror, practicing, “Oh, wow, look at the moon.  Oh, wow, look at the moon.” Eventually he runs into Rick Redfern at a party.  Rick asks what he’s up to, and he replies:  “I’m finding my space.” “Beg pardon?” “I’m finding where my head is.” Finally Rick says, “How about running that by me in Washingtonese?” and the friend says, “I’m impacting my options.” I’m not fluent in Washingtonese, but I’m pretty sure that that’s what I’m doing now, impacting my options.

In the meantime, nothing lights the fire under my seat like a) a good piece of food news or b) a piece of rantworthy news.  You can imagine, then, what a good piece of rantworthy food news does for me.  Tonight we have two:  From CNN (thanks, Daniel) comes this tale of an unnecessarily ostentatious cheese steak, while from the New York Times comes the unbelievable tale of where that cherry-red hue in your tuna steak comes from.