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A churrascaria (pronounced [ʃuxaskaˈɾiɐ]) is a Brazilian or Portuguese steakhouse. Churrasco is the cooking style, which translates roughly from the Portuguese for 'barbecue'. However, in order to avoid confusion, it is important to state that in the rest of South America other than Brazil, the 'barbecue' method of cooking meat is known as asado.

Distinctly a South American style rotisserie, it owes its origins to the fireside roasts of the gaúchos of southern Brazil traditionally from the Pampa region, centuries ago. In modern restaurants, rodizio service is typically offered. Passadors (meat waiters) come to your table with knives and a skewer, on which are speared various kinds of meat, be it beef, pork, filet mignon, lamb, chicken, duck, ham (and pineapple), sausage, fish, or any other sort of local cut of meat. -- Wikipedia


So in other words. There are many Brasilian cowboys walking around with fresh, hot meat on sticks. You have a card. One side is red, one side is green. When you turn the card green side up, the cowboys descend on you to present you with their meatsticks. Should one be to your liking, the cowboy in possession of said meatstick will slice you off a piece of that. Otherwise, you can dismiss him, and he will send along another cowboy who is just as eager to offer up his meatstick for perusal. And there is no limit - you can partake of as many cowboys' meatsticks as you would like.


Now if only dating were like that.

So...my boss just called and jolted me out of sleep faster than I usually wake up (I'm one of those people who either has their brain wake up first and then body takes awhile to catch up, or the body wakes up first, if I set an alarm, and the brain takes awhile to catch up), and thus pulled me out of the middle of a dream.

About bread.

No, seriously. I was watching some guy cook about seventeen different kinds of sandwiches on one of those huge kitchen flat-griddle stove things, but he was making them like they were crepes basically with fillings like chocolate chip and peach and strawberry and Grand Marnier pecan (o.O), only on all these different kinds of bread (French! Italian! German! Brasilian! ._.), and I was apparently sitting next to a culinary expert, who informed me that the breads were named differently depending on the kind and form of the wheat in them, whether it was sprouted, etc. So I asked him, perfectly reasonably, why there wasn't such a thing as, say, Swiss bread, and he informed me that there was, only it looked and tasted kind of like a huge round of cheese.


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A dream about bread. WHAT THE HELL, ANJ.

I should reeeeeally not be allowed near some of this stuff. Or gummi bears. Definitely not the gummi bears. Anyway um...I was trying to inspire myself by watching something sexy, and decided to try watching idol videos, because I have a tonne that I haven't seen? And um. This was the result.

anjenue: what is with japanese boys and the freaking black and white stripes?)
lelek: i have no idea.
anjenue: and.....wow, saitou has stolen eminem's music for his idol dvd.
lelek: ..... okay
anjenue: i just want to break out into YOU GOTTA LOSE YOURSELF IN THE MOMENT etc
lelek: ahahahaha
anjenue: ...idol dvds are so funny.
anjenue: 'here, follow this character for a day, then watch him in the shower. the end.'
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I AM SORRY IF I SCARRED YOU FOR LIFE, IDOL DVD-LOVERS!

You know, after all those horror stories I've read/movies I've seen, I'd never expected to see gooshy beings that don't...well...goosh. I suppose the air here is too dry even for that; I actually saw a few being blown away like they were twigs. Kind of sad, really - mostly because it's not cold enough to test whether they'd make for good firewood.

And really, what's up with the groaning? I thought their catchphrase was BRAAAAAAAAAAIIIIINS? I mean, I get that I smell like blood, but that's just lewd. The rolling eyes and drooling and gropey hands doesn't help either. Remind me not to go out without a bra on again.

In other news, my aim has gotten pretty good. In the great tradition of the Southwest, I've taken to pinging habañero peppers at their heads. It's kind of funny when it gets in their mouths and their heads explode, or in their eyes, because I didn't know it was possible for them to run around screaming like, well, chickens with their heads cut off. Guess you learn something new every day.

Is it bad that this is making me want to write inferi fic? >.> I think I'm pretty safe in here, after all - except for an errant moth or two, nobody's been able to break in here yet, and I live alone so it's not like I have to worry about roommates or pets or anything having to get out. So there isn't really anything else to do. I should probably be more afraid, but well, my survival instincts have always tended more toward the 'bring it on - I'll find a way out'. My parents should never have given me a car. XD Speaking of my parents, they never could have chosen a better week for their first isolated romantic getaway. My sister on the other hand...well, she's used to drunken fratboys, I'm sure she can beat off a zombie or ten.

I knew I should have started archery at the beginning of the summer. *sighs*


BLITEOTW

omg so Dante's Cove? FUNNIEST SHOW IN THE WHOLE WORLD. *diiiiiiiies*


Also, ftr, I am laughing at myself for the fact that the mansecksing requires me to watch through my fingers while giggling and blushing madly (even though I am ALONE), while the girlsex doesn't faze me in the slightest. WTF KIND OF SLASHER ARE YOU, ANJ?!