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Sporadic Ranting and Timely Distractions
This is not the blog you're looking for. Move along.
It occurs to me to offer it to you guys first.
Trigun, vhs, 1-8 dubbed (I have no vhs player and will probably rebuy them later.
Gundam, dvd's 1-3, 5-8, and ten. (I have NO IDEA WHERE the disc for four is, or nine. Maybe a different box. AND the endless waltz movie
Mars, manga, 1-15
Man with many faces, clamp, manga, one and two
first three volumes of Wish.
Tenchi the movie dvd
Vol 1&2 of Evangelion, dvd
CLAMP Wish: Vol 2, 3, 4, and.... 4.... I DON"T KNOW WHY but there are two fours.
(ALSO: Putting things on ebay.)
Trigun, vhs, 1-8 dubbed (I have no vhs player and will probably rebuy them later.
Gundam, dvd's 1-3, 5-8, and ten. (I have NO IDEA WHERE the disc for four is, or nine. Maybe a different box. AND the endless waltz movie
Mars, manga, 1-15
Man with many faces, clamp, manga, one and two
first three volumes of Wish.
Tenchi the movie dvd
Vol 1&2 of Evangelion, dvd
CLAMP Wish: Vol 2, 3, 4, and.... 4.... I DON"T KNOW WHY but there are two fours.
(ALSO: Putting things on ebay.)
More after the cut, I HATE posting big posts to this.
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( Eye boogers )
No! Really!
Eye patch, culry grey hair the looke dlike it might have been greasy with, dare I say, saltpork? Probably not.
He had funny shoes too. Those sorta Othro ones. I looked at his feet bit to keep from saying "Arrrr, yes" to his questions. I wish I'd taken a pic with my cell phone, but there was this Siiiiign...
Anyway, even he said eye boogers were bad. I'm on steroids and eye drops and zyrtec and nose rise (to get the 'crap' out, which Dr. McPirate assured me was a technical term)
SO, to sum up. Sick. Getting better. WAITING FOR THE WEEKEND OMG YOU HAVE NO I
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No! Really!
Eye patch, culry grey hair the looke dlike it might have been greasy with, dare I say, saltpork? Probably not.
He had funny shoes too. Those sorta Othro ones. I looked at his feet bit to keep from saying "Arrrr, yes" to his questions. I wish I'd taken a pic with my cell phone, but there was this Siiiiign...
Anyway, even he said eye boogers were bad. I'm on steroids and eye drops and zyrtec and nose rise (to get the 'crap' out, which Dr. McPirate assured me was a technical term)
SO, to sum up. Sick. Getting better. WAITING FOR THE WEEKEND OMG YOU HAVE NO I
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Current Mood: Perky
Let's do this in two parts.
ONE: This last weekend!
( She's My Man )
Two: Random writing comments.
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ONE: This last weekend!
( She's My Man )
Two: Random writing comments.
( Catogorize This! )
First, I did this to make posting easier cause I dislike posting to LJ.
All smutty stuff will go here.
Second, i did and survived THIS. I did the 25 mile bit.
THIRD, I'm going to see Nezu fer the weekend. Yay!
Annnd, that's is all for now.
All smutty stuff will go here.
Second, i did and survived THIS. I did the 25 mile bit.
THIRD, I'm going to see Nezu fer the weekend. Yay!
Annnd, that's is all for now.
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It was a glorious week!
I could talk about the drabble, or the sea of pillows at the hotel (Nezu was patiently amused by my pathological need to throw myself onto the freshly made bed every night), or I could talk about the ongoing movie-thon (it seemed like everything we put in had been seen by at least three out of four veiwers so there was a lot of 'look at this part!' going on) or I could discuss the giant dogs, or the just genral ongoing glee...
But im gonna go with the food. FOr now. Cause I'm me.
.... Also, JB's yet to post the drabbles so I can only share ONE and that was a group drabble thing where we all had the same prompt so it'd be weird to post it early.
SO....
On the 31st, last wensday, I did a lot of shopping. And cooking. And packing things into JB's politely supplied tupperwares that I'd picked up two days after Chirstmas in a five minute drive by where I got a crick in my neck after thirtyseconds of attempted eyecontact with Dark's behomoth of a brother.
Let's do a quick recap of who I was cooking for.
I can, and will.... And probably have... Eatten everything. At least tried it.
JB's ovo-lacto veggie.
Dark hates nuts. But she isn't allergic to them. So I can cook with peanut oil as long as she dosen't have to taste nuts. Because she is that gay.
And Nezu...
Who will DIE if I think about Bell Peppers too hard. Or tomatoes. Or shellfish...
Oh, and Ashlan, who is very cool and didn't voice any preferences or allergies. That's not actually why she's cool, but for the sake of this dorky food post that's all you really ned to know.
Now, I'd gotten it into my head sometime in october that a violent fatal reaction to chile peppers was no reason for Nezu not to like Curry.
I do, in fact, not want her dead. I'd like to say that now. But I like Thai food and curries and things that involve long lists of spices.
So I made veggie Curry. Extra firm tofu (the consistancy of cheeder cheese, i swear. Did not crumble while frying) baby corn (half of which made it into the pan) seitan, shallots, onions, garlic (if I can't have my spicy I can have my garlicly) and coconut milk.
Along with every spice you'd find in curry, minus red-pepper. So tumeric, cinnamin, allspice, Gram marsala (with is basically a mix) cardamon, cumin, all added in gently settling clouds that had my mom sniffing around going 'Oh, what's that' and my little brother going 'we don't get any!'.
That was New Years Afternoon.
New Years Eve was spent making scotch eggs. Half with maple syrup sausage, and half with veggie sausage.
Dark's response too the concept of Veggie-Scotch Eggs was that there were a lot of dead scotchmen spinning in their graves.
"If they weren't a british Pub food i might belive that," was mor eor less my reponse.*
*all my witty repsonses are with 10% more wit to try to make up for the 'you had to be there' factor.
So, go there Thursday nightish. Met up with Nezu, we went to Denny's and sat at the magical table of I-Got-Cell-Signal-And-You-Don't.
I also had cleaned and prepped Kale, tofu soaking in spices, and a lot of lemons that I never got around to cooking because I suck.
Friday night was the Curry. This was after lunch at a Sizzler with Dark and Nezu while JB was at work.
Satuerday we ate the scotch eggs, and that night was the first round of cheese sauce and pototes. I used the last of my shallot and some og JB's little garlicly square things on that.
Sunday I attempted to teach cheese-saucing to Dark. I have no idea if it took or not. Might have worked better if i did things like. you know. Measure anything. Ever. I also cooked kale, which I thought came out good. There were noodles involved. Then ice cream.
Monday i made bread pudding.
I'd been planning to make it since I spotted the loaf of bread sunday night but I'm occasioanlly hit with terminal laziness and she had a very small kitchen.
But Monday found me in the kitchen with sugar and a little water in a pan, staring at it, willing it to be carmel and not, in fact, a great bloody mess, with a container of the last of the heavy cream in one hand.
In went the cream.
Carmel was acheived. Then in went more milk, so, really watery carmel was acheived. The milk was cold enough, that then in went the eggs.
THIS is what went into the bread in the pan. And maybe a quarter cup of bailies, tops, sprinkled on top of THAT before I baked it all.
This was, I felt, a really nice success. The pudding was very soft, but not soupy, you coudl smell the bailies, and the carmel. I need to remember how I did that. Most of this post is an excuse to write down how wellt he pudding came out.
Oh, and on Monday the carnivores went out and ate chunks of cow, brigning back a well picked bone and some edge fat for the dogs.
I could talk about the drabble, or the sea of pillows at the hotel (Nezu was patiently amused by my pathological need to throw myself onto the freshly made bed every night), or I could talk about the ongoing movie-thon (it seemed like everything we put in had been seen by at least three out of four veiwers so there was a lot of 'look at this part!' going on) or I could discuss the giant dogs, or the just genral ongoing glee...
But im gonna go with the food. FOr now. Cause I'm me.
.... Also, JB's yet to post the drabbles so I can only share ONE and that was a group drabble thing where we all had the same prompt so it'd be weird to post it early.
SO....
On the 31st, last wensday, I did a lot of shopping. And cooking. And packing things into JB's politely supplied tupperwares that I'd picked up two days after Chirstmas in a five minute drive by where I got a crick in my neck after thirtyseconds of attempted eyecontact with Dark's behomoth of a brother.
Let's do a quick recap of who I was cooking for.
I can, and will.... And probably have... Eatten everything. At least tried it.
JB's ovo-lacto veggie.
Dark hates nuts. But she isn't allergic to them. So I can cook with peanut oil as long as she dosen't have to taste nuts. Because she is that gay.
And Nezu...
Who will DIE if I think about Bell Peppers too hard. Or tomatoes. Or shellfish...
Oh, and Ashlan, who is very cool and didn't voice any preferences or allergies. That's not actually why she's cool, but for the sake of this dorky food post that's all you really ned to know.
Now, I'd gotten it into my head sometime in october that a violent fatal reaction to chile peppers was no reason for Nezu not to like Curry.
I do, in fact, not want her dead. I'd like to say that now. But I like Thai food and curries and things that involve long lists of spices.
So I made veggie Curry. Extra firm tofu (the consistancy of cheeder cheese, i swear. Did not crumble while frying) baby corn (half of which made it into the pan) seitan, shallots, onions, garlic (if I can't have my spicy I can have my garlicly) and coconut milk.
Along with every spice you'd find in curry, minus red-pepper. So tumeric, cinnamin, allspice, Gram marsala (with is basically a mix) cardamon, cumin, all added in gently settling clouds that had my mom sniffing around going 'Oh, what's that' and my little brother going 'we don't get any!'.
That was New Years Afternoon.
New Years Eve was spent making scotch eggs. Half with maple syrup sausage, and half with veggie sausage.
Dark's response too the concept of Veggie-Scotch Eggs was that there were a lot of dead scotchmen spinning in their graves.
"If they weren't a british Pub food i might belive that," was mor eor less my reponse.*
*all my witty repsonses are with 10% more wit to try to make up for the 'you had to be there' factor.
So, go there Thursday nightish. Met up with Nezu, we went to Denny's and sat at the magical table of I-Got-Cell-Signal-And-You-Don't.
I also had cleaned and prepped Kale, tofu soaking in spices, and a lot of lemons that I never got around to cooking because I suck.
Friday night was the Curry. This was after lunch at a Sizzler with Dark and Nezu while JB was at work.
Satuerday we ate the scotch eggs, and that night was the first round of cheese sauce and pototes. I used the last of my shallot and some og JB's little garlicly square things on that.
Sunday I attempted to teach cheese-saucing to Dark. I have no idea if it took or not. Might have worked better if i did things like. you know. Measure anything. Ever. I also cooked kale, which I thought came out good. There were noodles involved. Then ice cream.
Monday i made bread pudding.
I'd been planning to make it since I spotted the loaf of bread sunday night but I'm occasioanlly hit with terminal laziness and she had a very small kitchen.
But Monday found me in the kitchen with sugar and a little water in a pan, staring at it, willing it to be carmel and not, in fact, a great bloody mess, with a container of the last of the heavy cream in one hand.
In went the cream.
Carmel was acheived. Then in went more milk, so, really watery carmel was acheived. The milk was cold enough, that then in went the eggs.
THIS is what went into the bread in the pan. And maybe a quarter cup of bailies, tops, sprinkled on top of THAT before I baked it all.
This was, I felt, a really nice success. The pudding was very soft, but not soupy, you coudl smell the bailies, and the carmel. I need to remember how I did that. Most of this post is an excuse to write down how wellt he pudding came out.
Oh, and on Monday the carnivores went out and ate chunks of cow, brigning back a well picked bone and some edge fat for the dogs.
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They're like crack popcorn. I can write them fast while I hammer away at teh epiczor crack.
They're like crack popcorn. I can write them fast while I hammer away at teh epiczor crack.
Dear Momo:
We are now a G-cup, shop accordingly.
Sincerely, your Tits.
Dear Tits:
WHAT THE FUCK!?
-No, really, what the fuck, Momo.
Dear Momo:
Pudge goes everywhere.
-Sincerely yours, Tits.
Dear Tits:
Fuck you.
We are now a G-cup, shop accordingly.
Sincerely, your Tits.
Dear Tits:
WHAT THE FUCK!?
-No, really, what the fuck, Momo.
Dear Momo:
Pudge goes everywhere.
-Sincerely yours, Tits.
Dear Tits:
Fuck you.
For Riiya Cub, who was there while I was bored the night of Christmas.
Title: Stuff
Universe: Marvel
Pairing: She made me do it. But if you NEED to know...
( I rather you just read the story, it's not hard to tell )
Rating: M, because it's me.
STUFF
EDIT:
AND
Because I did it to myself. And have been drinking, this.
The sequel to stuff.
Title: Rinse.
Universe: Marvel
Pairing: SAME. >.>
RINSE
(Don't forget the epic crack, here:
Part one
Part two
Because I am an attention whore)
Title: Stuff
Universe: Marvel
Pairing: She made me do it. But if you NEED to know...
( I rather you just read the story, it's not hard to tell )
Rating: M, because it's me.
STUFF
EDIT:
AND
Because I did it to myself. And have been drinking, this.
The sequel to stuff.
Title: Rinse.
Universe: Marvel
Pairing: SAME. >.>
RINSE
(Don't forget the epic crack, here:
Part one
Part two
Because I am an attention whore)
I bet you think this Meme is about you!
You, yes you. With the way you're getting ready to leave, and that foot thing, and the dogs.
You, with the fish freezing your toes off, studying things-that-aren't-milt and demanding weird porn.
You, with the collection of cute, cuddly vermin and bizarrely petite little toes. No. Hush. It's tiny for no good reason and you know it.
You, with the pile of neurotic tics and charm that makes up for it.
1. Skim friends list.
2. Write about them using no names, and as few proper nouns as possible.
You, yes you. With the way you're getting ready to leave, and that foot thing, and the dogs.
You, with the fish freezing your toes off, studying things-that-aren't-milt and demanding weird porn.
You, with the collection of cute, cuddly vermin and bizarrely petite little toes. No. Hush. It's tiny for no good reason and you know it.
You, with the pile of neurotic tics and charm that makes up for it.
1. Skim friends list.
2. Write about them using no names, and as few proper nouns as possible.
I am a poster child for better living through chemistry.
Trader Joe's brand Vit. C, airborne effervesecne(sp?) stuff, water, a beer and a half, and some Excedrin!
Feeling muuuuch better.
Trader Joe's brand Vit. C, airborne effervesecne(sp?) stuff, water, a beer and a half, and some Excedrin!
Feeling muuuuch better.
Saturday, worked 9;30 to three.
And two thirty, Lori asked 'can you stay till five?'
And becuse on tuesday I'm going to san Fran, and I need all te pretty monies i can get? I said 'yes'.
At four thity, Lori said ....
well, guess.
So i cooked diner from leftovers because i'm that bad ass, and went home after having worked an eleven hour day.
bad. Ass.
got home and mom was having a glass of wine. Through the art of charades i told her i really, really wanted one of those two, preferably wih extra vodka or something. I got wine.
We watched last week's 'The Closer' which was a good one.
The next morning, i got up earrrly and we rode our bikes to the street fair. Me, mom, little brother. it was fun. it was six miles each way.
So i was tired when we got hom, and my ass was sore ,, but that was oka it'd been fun. I took a nice, long nap, got up, had wine with parents.
Today i slept in, got up, puttered and cleaned car, felt sore from the neck down rom the bike ride, went and got ellis...
Ad was hit like a coastal lowland during a hurricane by the first wave of cold sythoms.
"no!" I tried to tell my body. you're jsut sore fromt he bike! BIKE!"
"Naw, that's just why your ass hurts. The joint ache is a cold. Also the sore throat."
Me, being me, went to school anyway cause i got shit to do!
but I'm eatting vitamin c and zinc by the handful.
and tonight I'll be crahsign early. i can clor ym hair in the am or something.
ARGH
And two thirty, Lori asked 'can you stay till five?'
And becuse on tuesday I'm going to san Fran, and I need all te pretty monies i can get? I said 'yes'.
At four thity, Lori said ....
well, guess.
So i cooked diner from leftovers because i'm that bad ass, and went home after having worked an eleven hour day.
bad. Ass.
got home and mom was having a glass of wine. Through the art of charades i told her i really, really wanted one of those two, preferably wih extra vodka or something. I got wine.
We watched last week's 'The Closer' which was a good one.
The next morning, i got up earrrly and we rode our bikes to the street fair. Me, mom, little brother. it was fun. it was six miles each way.
So i was tired when we got hom, and my ass was sore ,, but that was oka it'd been fun. I took a nice, long nap, got up, had wine with parents.
Today i slept in, got up, puttered and cleaned car, felt sore from the neck down rom the bike ride, went and got ellis...
Ad was hit like a coastal lowland during a hurricane by the first wave of cold sythoms.
"no!" I tried to tell my body. you're jsut sore fromt he bike! BIKE!"
"Naw, that's just why your ass hurts. The joint ache is a cold. Also the sore throat."
Me, being me, went to school anyway cause i got shit to do!
but I'm eatting vitamin c and zinc by the handful.
and tonight I'll be crahsign early. i can clor ym hair in the am or something.
ARGH
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Today I had a test.
It started at six, at six twenty I was done, so I wandered out knowing I had to be back at 7:05.
That's when the slightly funny thing happened. I was walking to the cafeteria, when a voice said,
"Hey!"
Young woman, my age, short hair. Familiar face.
"You don't remember me," she said, letting me off the hook.
"Jackie." Ornales, now that I've had time to think since that. Something like that. I'd had her in various classes all through school.
I sat next to her. She asked if I smoked, I said no.
Asked if I was seeing anyone.
I told her that was a complicated question and she agreed. Said she was seeing someone too and understood while she lit a smoke.
My mental image of her from years ago now involved long hair. But it was short now, fluffy. Showed her earrings off. Blingly little things. The female sign, doubled, with hearts for the circles.
We talked a little. Agreed that here was not where we really wanted too be.
"Anywhere but here," I said.
"Who wants to be here?" She agreed.
"Someone must they keep coming."
"That's because they don't know."
She's working as a hair dresser, gave me a card.
She finished her cigg, I went off to get dinner like I'd planned.
... I wonder who else in my graduating class turned all gay on me without telling anyone?
It was a strange meeting.
It started at six, at six twenty I was done, so I wandered out knowing I had to be back at 7:05.
That's when the slightly funny thing happened. I was walking to the cafeteria, when a voice said,
"Hey!"
Young woman, my age, short hair. Familiar face.
"You don't remember me," she said, letting me off the hook.
"Jackie." Ornales, now that I've had time to think since that. Something like that. I'd had her in various classes all through school.
I sat next to her. She asked if I smoked, I said no.
Asked if I was seeing anyone.
I told her that was a complicated question and she agreed. Said she was seeing someone too and understood while she lit a smoke.
My mental image of her from years ago now involved long hair. But it was short now, fluffy. Showed her earrings off. Blingly little things. The female sign, doubled, with hearts for the circles.
We talked a little. Agreed that here was not where we really wanted too be.
"Anywhere but here," I said.
"Who wants to be here?" She agreed.
"Someone must they keep coming."
"That's because they don't know."
She's working as a hair dresser, gave me a card.
She finished her cigg, I went off to get dinner like I'd planned.
... I wonder who else in my graduating class turned all gay on me without telling anyone?
It was a strange meeting.