George Foreman Tried to Burn My House Down

I left the office pretty late on Friday, so I didn't have any dinner. Although it seemed excessive at the time, the cheese steak with half a sack of onion rings I'd had for lunch had worn off by then.

I haven't been eating supper super well lately. Mostly bar food, and not even a lot of it, at that.

Anyway, when I got home, I was pretty hungry. I plugged in the George Foreman grill and put on some hashbrowns. I then settled in to watch John Woo's 'Hard Boiled.'

(Does Alan die at the end? I'm not sure; the theme of self-sacrifice is better served if he dies. I'd thought until now that it was Tequila on the boat at the end, but a closer viewing shows that it's Alan. Is it a dream or something else? I could go either way.)

I fell asleep, of course.

When I woke up, the TV was showing was the blue standby screen, and there was a bad smell coming from the kitchen.

I believe my thoughts were along lines of, "Oh shit, not again."

The hashbrowns were a carbonized mess, but there was no fire.

Tags: dumb things, foreman grill, hash browns, hard boiled