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Monday, November 16, 2009
Action.
Miss Lola has been trapped (with some heroic effort from the Steven) and will be going in for fixing tomorrow morning. She did not go willingly. Gloves, towels, and zip ties have all come into play.
It's unnerving to sit here knowing a wild animal is sorrowfully howling in the house, in the garage, in a car, in a cage under a sheet. I am a very, very bad person.
This week at work promises to be hellish. This is not the time for my throat to be getting sore and to worried about angry little tigers in residence.
For the first time this season, the heat kicked on in the house; it was a beautiful thing. The chiffon window dressings fluttered, the heat registers (hey! more than one!) purred and we were warm as toast before the first batch of waffles were done.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Cirque du Soleil
Graceful man on a trampoline (link from gizmodo.com)!
For me, it does not get any better than that.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Obviously the work of Crap Weasles...
Joss Whedon's Dollhouse has been canceled. Damn.
Roald Dahl's Fantastic Mr. Fox is out, animated by the amazing Wes Anderson. This was the first book I remember reading entirely on my own, one morning before kindergarten. I still have a copy and still love it. A. O Scott's review describes Dahl's books as "suspicious of authority and repelled by conformity, full of unruly energy and wanton invention". Oh, amen, Brother!
I am fighting a serious spinning fiber jones. This artist's use of felt is inspiring and sooo not helping the urges.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday was Veterans' Day...
...so I had the day off and it was entirely glorious to do nothing. I did get outside to yank a few weeds but mostly it was spent spinning, cuddling the old cat and watching the six part Monty Python documentary (which if you haven't seen it, you must) .
- The pan-comedic interviews are the best part.
- The group concedes that Graham Chapman, despite his substance problems, was exactly the correct member to play the lead in "Life of Brian" and "Grail".
- Tales of directing the movies are very funny.
- Cleese's primness just kills me.
- I am sure this is where I get my delight for a "Bloke in a Dress". Great word "bloke".
- Eric Idle sings "Fuck Christmas" gloriously in pt. 6.
The damned 4 ounces of raime I spent three days wrestling with turned out just as bad as expected and it fought me the entire way. It might just end up in the trash just because it's been naughty/knotty.
After a scotch (2:00 PM) and a thorough oiling of the wheel and the front door I took a crack at something better (50 grams of a luminous merino silk in the color of a storybook jungle) and it turned out pretty well.
Another Frazz. How much do I love Holden?:
It's going to be very busy from here on out until Winter Break. I have already made a list of people to ignore which was great fun.
I have been checking Analytic Report of visits to this blog and am delighted to see the maps of where people are! Brierley Hill! Lauterbach! It's marvelous to see where you are.
I have been checking Analytic Report of visits to this blog and am delighted to see the maps of where people are! Brierley Hill! Lauterbach! It's marvelous to see where you are.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Please hand me my hat...
... I apparently need to eat it.
I have an office. With a window. And a view. Of the Bay. And the Bridge.
and
Our worthless assistant has given her notice.
(happyhappyhappy)
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Frazz gives the love to Sedaris
I've just shot extreme closeups of the The Steven at his request (custom Second Life skin project). He is now locked himself in the closet and might be sobbing. We are old. Soft focus only from now on.
It's a ridiculously beautiful morning.
Yesterday we had dinner with the Parents and aunt and uncle I've not see since high school. Dad let slip a few bits from his childhood, which is a rare and funny thing.
The Niece (fine! "and her parents") were there and she was amused by the tossing bar method of throwing cheerios and catching them in the mouth trick. She's still a bit shy but we got goodbye kisses and she smelled so good one did want a great big bite of her. It's a fine thing that humans find babies adorable; otherwise they'd be food.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Ah.
A bit of sweetness from Garance Dore.
I've stumbled over this photographer's work. It's a world I wouldn't mind occupying.
Weekend plans: putting the new enormous outside dustpan to work, dinner with Parents and a few relatives that make me a little uncomfortable, a cleaning summit with The Steven ('When you "clean the bathroom", what exactly does that entail?') and the assembly of a cat trap for Lola.
Dragging my Ass through Thursday
Fashion?: Spats! (Can someone come show me how to walk in heels?)
Lipstick: Bobbi Brown Tulle Brown (purchased by the Steven on Halloween at SF Nordstrom where drag artists filled the chairs at every makeup counter. Fabulous in spades.)
Reading: someone's very old copy of the Joy of Cooking. The spine is gone and it's filled with recipes from the newspaper and shopping lists.
Reaction to New Meds: might be working, but I am too stressed to notice.
Need: semi-soft industrial paint brush for leather restoration, giant metal dust pan for neighborhood cleanup at Oh-Dark-Thirty Saturday. To Hell with what the neighbors think.
Favorite Word: Ghastly. Covers a lot these days.
I Want: Mix to come visit and a day off.
Toenails: Bare, neglected.
Missing: Casey, an earring, the orifice hook.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Berkeley Bowl, Sunday Morning
Best grocery Store ever. People line up outside for the doors to open every day. They has yuzu last time I was in. Prime people watching; see entry below.
What to wear, what to wear...
This gentleman's outfit was completely handmade, except for his hiking boots. His netted skirt was fascinating as was the rain-proof yellow hat.
I was too shy to take a shot of his front side once it was discovered that his face was elaborately painted in the fashion of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. He had even striped his beard green. This is at 9:50 AM on a Sunday morning.
Monday, November 02, 2009
Dramatic Reading of Green Eggs and Ham
Should you be a cotton swab maybe it would be best for you to find something else to do.
Snack size Heath Bars are the bomb. Toffee seems like a very adult pleasure.
Ben came for dinner yesterday and although everything that could go culinary wrong did, he sallied forth and remains my favorite person to drink scotch with.
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Baked apples could be new favorite thing.
Forget which apples are good for what. Do online research. While appearing a complete doofus with chart printout, scour apple section. Pick apples of the same size so they cook evenly. Best candidates are generous sized and regular shaped. Braeburns worked very well, maintaining shape while still spoon assault-able.
Invite guest over. Preheat kick-ass oven to 350 degrees. (Thanks, Andy. You have such good taste in kitchen appliances.)
Using a decent peeler (everyone should try several until they find their perfect match) and the large cooking apple: turn upside down and peel 3/4 the way down leaving the stem part of the apple intact. Even if you do not cook you should know how to use a peeler; it's part of becoming a useful part of society.
Leave the pointless and dangerous apple corer in the drawer and use a melon baller to scoop out the blossom end and the core of the apple. Don't dig all the way through to China or the stem part. Discover melon ballers to be fascinating things. I rather enjoyed melon ballers as a child; for a while everything I ate was spherical.
Put the guest to work stuffing the apple void with good things: butter and brown sugar mashed together with some cinnamon and a few luscious dried fruits (raisins, apples, cranberries) and maybe some chopped nuts, provided ones dining victim is not allergic. Pecans might be good, Oooh, pecans. Stuff, stuff, stuff all the way to the top.
Place in a small pan with like-minded apples, stem and peel side down/stuffing opening up. Throw a bit of liquid in the pan: cider, wine, juice even water to come up about a half inch up the apple island. Decide to use smaller pan; these can be crowded a bit. Since one has cracked open the 12 year Highland Park and made a significant dent, tip a tiny bit over the apples and refill scotch glasses take guest outside to distract from dinner wreckage.
350 degrees for 1 hour. Very good with heavy cream over the top.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Yes, please.
Jonathan Coulton's Re: Your Brains has been worming through my skull for the last three days thanks to a nostalgic roam through Brenda Dayne's Cast On Podcast archive. (BTW: Happy Podiversery, Ms. Brenda! )
As a public service, here's a live JC's video. Enjoy. And sing along. The worse you sing, the better!
I guess it's November now. At any moment I'll be asked to produce unreasonable quantities of FCS (Fucking Cheese Sticks) for the family. In the meantime Ben's coming over for dinner to see the new digs. Now all I need is a nice chianti...
Love you,
Madame.
Friday, October 30, 2009
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