Bring on the soup, motherfucker

I must apologize, but the post about my rehearsal process will have to come later. I have something much more interesting to talk about right now.

I have a bowl. I got it at Target. I’ve been needing one for a while now, and this week I finally got it. It’s not associated with any particular club or brand, and it doesn’t advertise any particular product, but it is red and black by a lucky coincidence, and therefore (almost) matches my red-and-black Angels coffee mug.

I’m really thrilled to have the bowl, not just because it looks so bad-ass, but because I feel like a better person for it. Happier, even. More productive.

For one thing, I am not using a ton of disposable bowls anymore; with my money-saving, low-cholesterol routine of oatmeal in the morning and soup for lunch, I am practically in constant need of a bowl. They have bowls at work that are made of some material that’s barely a step up from Ikea-lantern rice paper, and they are too small for one can of Progresso. On some days I could go through three bowls – it never happened, but I could have gone through four or more, because sometimes the bowls just collapse under their own weight I and would need to double up.

But my new bowl is big, strong, and reusable, just like a good American. And it’s microwave safe, just like a good American. So I’m totally saving the environment, and I can heat a whole can of soup all at the same time with room to spare.

Air in the bowl. Air.
Oatmeal in the bowl. Oatmeal.
Soup in the bowl. Soup.
Air in the bowl. Repeat.

I may get a spoon in the near future, too.

SHAMELESS PLUG:
Medea

Medea
by Jeremy Menekseoglu
July 24 - August 24 at Dream Theatre (556 W. 18th St., Chicago, IL)

I play Mermerus.

2 Responses to “Bring on the soup, motherfucker”

  1. July 17th, 2008 | 11:48 pm

    Why did you make this one private?

  2. Bil
    July 18th, 2008 | 12:56 pm

    Uh…totally an accident. Not sure how it happened.

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