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The Weekend Beckons.

A wonderful PhD (Piled higher and Deeper) friend has come out from the Left Coast on her bi-annual pilgrimmage to… whatever the hell you want to call my workplace.  She’s a co-worker and senior scientist – scary-smart and lots of fun stories to tell.  Loves sushi and owns/rides motorcycles – that’s always a combo that will win points with me.  If I had to give her an anonymous blog name it would be Sushi-Q.   The Sushi part is pretty obvious and the Q relates to a project we’re doing that involves things with a high Q-factor.  Enginerd joke.

Sloth was another name she went by online for a while but I just didn’t feel like Motor-Sloth was as fun as Sushi-Q…  Besides Sushi-Q is also a nod to my favorite author, Neal Stephenson, and the jap-rap band in one of his books, Sushi-K.  The book is Snow Crash – it follows the story of a black japanese pizza delivery man whose name is Hiro Protagonist.  Yes, you read that right.  Hiro Protagonist.  Hiro works for the Cosa Nostra and if you don’t deliver the pizza in 30 minutes or less they make you disappear.

Anyway, Sushi-Q was cranky… actually more crabby than anything… a while back and I felt this idea coming on, and so I made a logo specifically for her…  that logo was an absolute kick in the ass to do even if it did take a LOT of work.

So she’s taking Cruel Wife and myself out to lunch (sushi, yay!) and then that night she’ll come up to our place where I will just be finishing up smoking a dead critter.  The kids will mob her but they love guests so they probably won’t be monsters.

The pig -pork butt – has just been lovingly rubbed with salt, brown sugar, heroin, paprika, cayenne powder, cocaine, garlic and onion powders, cumin, coriander, chili powder, salt, and crystal meth.  It is just that addictive once you smoke it for 14 hours with applewood.  Oh and you wrap it all in a big tobacco leaf as well, just in case people aren’t addicted to it already.

I daresay that it is pretty good smoked food.  Not one person has waddled away from my smoked meats without having loosened their belt or popped the top button on their pants.

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