Herbs

I made some pasta last night and I bought basil at the grocery store. It had a wicked strong chemical taste to it. I'm gonna do the indoor herb garden. It will be normal legal herbs, I just say no. So I'll grow some basil, thyme, rosemary, cilantro, parsley and chives, maybe oregano. Not that exciting I know, but I can't afford the power bill for all the grow lights to grow any other kind of herbs.
I'm thinking, along with the John Stewart Army, that I'll start two other groups. First will be the Han Shot First Society. They will be dedicated to having George Lucas committed before he fucks up any more star wars movies. We will try to preserve historical accuracy within the movies, write angry letters about really crappy star wars books, and wear blazer badges. Man, we'll be total chick magnets.
The second group will actually be three fan clubs. Each will be dedicated to a particular Iron Chef. They can trash talk each other, "Batali couldn't julienne a carrot if his life depended on it!", "Morimoto calls that courtbullion?" or "Flay's consome is cloudy!". We could email Alton Brown phrases to pepper his dialogue from old Kung Fu movies, "Batali's whipping stance is unstoppable!". Man between this, star wars, and law jokes I'm a real charmer. The term "pants off" totally applies to my charm.
I somehow ended up on a Christian email list. I got a message the other day saying not to buy violent video games. I guess I've been so warped by the pagan humanist culture that it sounded more like an add than a warning. My favorite phrase was "cesspools of bloodlust". If I had a game system I would buy Grand Theft Auto based on that alone.