Here’s a way to tell whether you’re old: if you know what a sniglet is, especially if you know it immediately without looking it up or going “Crap! I know this!” for five minutes, you’re old.

Dinner was salmon.  Sriracha-maple-syrup-lime salmon, specifically.  With baked potatoes.  Which was frigging delicious, lending further credence to my frequent suggestion that you can put sriracha on anything and it will be awesome.

(Recipe:  One half of a salmon.  Two tablespoons of maple syrup.  A teaspoon of sea salt.  Three teaspoons of sriracha.  The juice of a lime; zest it if you want.  Whisk the marinade/sauce together in a  bowl for a couple of minutes until it combines, pour it over the fish, skin side down, in a greased or vegetable sprayed glass pan.  15 minutes at 425.  Pair with baked potatoes.)

Anyway.  The word I need means “something which you feel ought to be a character flaw, and would probably be a character flaw in someone else, but which is nonetheless part of your personality and you don’t care.”  Because as delicious as my dinner was, it didn’t look like much, and I didn’t take a picture of it.  Which disappointed me, because I’m a wanker idiot.  Foodstagrams in general are supposed to be looked down upon by the internet glitterati anyway, right?  I wanna be glitterati!

Meh.  I don’t care.  There’s something weirdly fun about taking pictures of food I make and I’m gonna keep doing it even if I’m vaguely ashamed of it.  So yeah.  I need a word for that.

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Got most of what I wanted to get done today done, even if it didn’t always make it into the post below, and I made dinner besides, so I managed to keep myself busy today once I got my carcass out of bed.  Tonight will be nothing but television; we discovered True Detective yesterday and there’s a new Walking Dead, so pretty much the second the boy’s in bed all interwebs activity will cease and we’ll be glued to the television for the rest of the night.

Also, it really hit me today just how close we are to ISTEP.  If it wasn’t for the delay the state allowed, it’d be two weeks off, and as it stands it’s still less than a month.  And the DC trip is not far off and there’s also the chance that I’ll get a letter on Friday that will literally change my life on the spot.  It may be about to get busy around here.