Archive for December, 2004



I finally had the beer and cheese party this weekend. “Thank God, ” you’re thinking, “maybe now she’ll shut up about beer and cheese.”
Not bloody likely. But before we get into the gory details, here are a few strategies for hosting your own beer and cheese shindig (Apartment Therapy published some helpful […]

Best laid plans gang up on me

I had big plans for Good Grief! this week. I thought about writing an art review. It’s been way too long, and there’s a backlog of worthy exhibits that aren’t being covered by the so-called art publications.
I was also going to send a stern warning to Chile about their grape harvest. Hey, Chile, could you […]

Shout out to the Trappist monks

You know what I’ve been learning as part of my cheese education? That a lot of cheese originates from those crazy Trappist monks, the same folks who are responsible for many fine beers. Thanks, Trappist monks! As Clair says, you are some righteous dudes.

beer cheese clair food

He cut our weekly Business Intelligence staff meeting short because he’s tired today. And why is he tired? Because it’s the most wonderful time of the year…
Boss-across spent all day Saturday and Sunday stringing Christmas lights around fifteen pine trees in his front yard. As a final touch, he installed a sensor that will automatically […]

Sheesh, some people get mad when you skip the Market Report. It’s deleted, people. Gone. Ken typed it up, submitted it to the newspaper, and accidentally erased it before sending his weekly e-mail. It happens to all of us.
But…because I’m the blogger who cares about your produce needs, I got a copy […]

Apparently, unrelated collections of random thoughts are all I’m good for this week.

On the basis of this entry alone, Scott should win a bloggie or dorkie or whatever the weblog awards are called.
Max Raabe alert! Another fine track at Trout Fishing in South-Central Wisonsin.
This commenter over at One Good Thing has a great t-shirt […]

Uh-oh: ne pas demouler le fromage

Damn my incredibly slack attitude during high school French class. Because now this fancy French cheese came in the mail, and I don’t understand the directions. Specifically, this one important-sounding line:
Ne pas démouler le fromage
Do not demolish the cheese?
Unfortunately, my French dictionary fell into the hands of Special K when he started dating […]

Shoes, beer, bikes, cheese

A few updates on previous posts:
Unfortunately, the conference bike did not make it into next year’s soulless office park budget (something about not being related to the mission of the hospital). But all is not lost! Sassy J, Good Grief! beat reporter, checks in from New York City:

This woman will let you take […]