| 'Sup eljay. |
[May. 3rd, 2009|11:09 pm] |
What can I say, it's been a slow week... I don't know if I'll continue with the recaps, because they're not as funny as I'd like them to be. I dunno.
Made some naan bread yesterday, from a recipe Stoney linked to, and it worked out really well. I guess that jar of bread yeast didn't expire after all! Hooray! Also when you toast the naan, it puffs up into a pita! ^__^ Made pumpkin muffins this morning, with some of that free yogurt instead of buttermilk, and while they're a little underbaked they're still delicious.
Adam's suffered a bit of a bagel-related injury this weekend, and he's got stitches too. See, this is what happens when bagels age - they get depressed, and then angry, and then they take revenge.
And without any further ado... ( let's get this train wreck started )
Didn't edit the first part so much, it was written last week when I wasn't exactly giving it my all. Hopefully it's still some good as a reference. |
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| Post goes where? |
[Apr. 26th, 2009|09:33 pm] |
I am sunburnt and sleepy. Up at six for TC 10K setup and yogurt-theft, hanging out with Morgan for long Oak Bay walk and crepes till six PM. No postapocalyptic dissections for you! Come back tomorrow.</post> |
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| So... how bout that local sports team |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|03:09 pm] |
I don't think I'm that good at keeping up with things; posting to Eljay definitely being one of those. I'd also like to start leaving comments more often, as in, EVER. So! Here's the deal.
Currently there are no webcomics or sites I keep up with that update on Sunday, and therefore Sunday will become... BLAME! day.
BLAME! is a complete manga that I read through recently, and despite being fascinated by it, it didn't make a lick of sense on the first go-round. Therefore I am going to read it again, and post my progress and musings each Sunday. Hopefully this will give me a road map of sorts for this post-apocalyptic acid trip of crumbling architecture and killer cyborgs.
I would be super excited if anyone wanted to read along with me - you can download or torrent the manga, it's on onemanga.com, borrow it from a robot-obsessed friend, or set up residence in a comic book shop, whatever works best for you. Either way, my spoiler-tastic developing case of insanity will be chronicled each Sunday until I finish it or lose my mind. :D |
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| December, apparently |
[Dec. 9th, 2008|06:12 pm] |
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| | avoiding making dinner | ] |
Today might be the day I finally cave and turn on the heat. I've managed up until now and I'm still not on the meter for this apartment, I should probably get on that but it's getting a shade unreasonable. If a long-sleeved shirt, hoodie, and fleece blanket still leave me chilly, then it's just too damn cold. -__-
So I have this coworker who is not a native English speaker, and will occasionally bust out with some random French words without realizing it. Nothing too hilarious happened until today, when he suggested we rape the cheese, and I near busted a gut in response. As if we needed more sexual innuendo around the place. Jeez.
Speaking of innuendo, if I am ever in need of serious cheering up I'm going to somehow wangle a subscription to SlipShine. Even though it can be reasonably described as "let's all jizz on some huge tits", there are funny bits too and a decent helping of good art. Plus, nothing is more ridiculous than wangs.
And now, a meme.
( Calendar Meme ) |
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| Two dead in past week due to stupidity; news at 11. |
[Nov. 27th, 2008|07:00 pm] |
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| | koff koff koff | ] |
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| | fridge whirring | ] |
I'm back!
...Yeah, that's why being a lurker sucks: no one can tell when you're not there anymore. :P Anyhow, I have a functional hard drive again, installed by my friend and I in a shocking spectacle of trial and error better left to the imagination. The laptop is no more broken than it was before we tried to fix it, at least. I haven't been any more productive in the interim; at first I was bored, then I got sick, and so I was sick and bored until very recently. I can't wait for the sick part to go away (HINT HINT, LUNGS, CUT THIS SHIT OUT ALREADY). Unfortunately, my manager is quitting and taking his speedy magical work ethic with him, so I guess I'll be healthy in time to do extra work! Joy.
I'm gonna add some folks to my flist from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) riverside_hq, to stave off future crazy and get some form of social interaction happening over here. I haven't been outside much recently, and if Adam didn't visit I don't think I'd ever vacuum the floor/clean the bathtub/do frickin' anything outside of rinsing a few spoons and a mug. Also, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sirona_gs, I am adding you back despite it taking me a century to put two and two together, and realize I recognized you from the comm. Duhurrr. >.>
DESERT BUS 2: BUS HARDER happens tomorrow. You can visit DesertBus.org for more information, and all proceeds from the torture of these good folks goes to the Child's Play charity. Last year they contributed more than Microsoft!! C'mon, doesn't Microsoft deserve a good pwning?
Oh yeah, and some woman in the city died when she attempted to climb onto her balcony from the one above. Apparently she didn't want to bother the building manager...? Also, some guy jaywalked across the TRANS-CANADA HIGHWAY in RUSH HOUR because apparently that is a good idea. I mean, what was he doing so far from an intersection or crosswalk? And why did he cross the road multi-lane highway??? |
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| What the shit. |
[Aug. 28th, 2008|06:47 pm] |
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| | grumpy. probably hypoglycemic. | ] |
OK, Livejournal. It's been a while since we last spoke. We've been together, give or take a hiatus (hiati?) or two, for many years now - since 2003, I reckon. We've been together through new networking sites, the effectual death of friend journals, and even a name change or two. Remember when I bought a username from you, with real money even? Yeah, we had some good times together. I look fondly on our past together, and I will always cherish the daily events and various traumas I catalogued with you. But today, something has changed.
Just this very hour, I checked my friend's page, having not signed in since having to restart my browser. And what should I see, displayed upon it? Why, the very height of faggotry and lame, that's what.
I thought we'd been through this before, LJ. I know you have needs I can't fulfill, but I'm not willing to sacrifice my dignity to fulfill them. I chose a lesser relationship with you in order to stay true to my standards. Now, it seems you've gone behind my back to make a fool out of me, and without even offering me those added icons - ANY added icons - as a token gesture of appreciation. You could have emailed, and we'd have had an adult discussion about all this, but you chose to let me find out on my own. I can see we have some fundamental differences here that may never be resolved.
TL;DR:
OH MY FUCKING MULTIPLE DEITIES WHY ARE THERE ADS HERE. OBVIOUS, PAGE-HEADER BANNERS EVEN. YOU DEVIOUS MONEYGRUBBING NETWHORE. I AM SO SICK OF YOUR LIES AND YOUR STUPID FACE TOO. |
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| IT LIVES!! |
[Aug. 27th, 2008|09:21 pm] |
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| | mourning but contented | ] |
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| | uneasy feline truces. | ] |
I are in new house! House is apartment building in the lull area between highly sketchy bits of downtown. Awesome location is awesome. SO MANY TREES. The cats have forgiven me by now, and are all lovey. Carpet-pee was reduced drastically. Also, Vacuum Get! Lovely housewarming monstrous-canister-vac. Private urban farm across road. One of these days I will be convinced that I actually live here.
I had tons of trivial stuff to shower you all with, but I don't remember most of it. Favorite dishwashing coworker quit, and now there is no one to slash my other coworkers with. Well, I would slash my manager with everyone, but he's busy right now, and new guy might take it the wrong way. This requires further study. Either way, when dishguy is back in town he will be ordered to attend the staff party, which is followed by his going-away party the next night. It's going to be a busy few weeks, what with everyone abandoning ship at the same damn time.
Carlos Meglia! Dead! I continue to lose faith in the universe. First it was Frank Herbert, then Alice Borchardt, Kurt Vonnegut, now Meglia. I'm gonna have to write Patricia Anthony a letter before something terrible happens. YOU THERE! PAY ATTENTION TO THIS NEXT BIT:
I declare whatever day you read this on to be Appreciate an Artist Day. Whoever it is, whatever they do, it makes no difference - if you found a connection with their works, let them know. Start with one; just draft the email. Say whatever seems right to you. Which musician, author, local graffiti muralist will you miss terribly once they're gone? Appreciate them now - while they're still around to be moved by your admiration and support.
Well, that's my crunchy hippie goodness for the day. I will now consume two servings of fruit crumble, and rub my face into some cats. You would too, if you could.
I will miss his pointy-eyebrow styles. Superheroes were never quite the same after Carlos Meglia drew 'em. R.I.P. </3 |
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| Homes, fleas, and festivals. |
[Jul. 26th, 2008|10:25 pm] |
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| | tiiired | ] |
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| | the happy happy birthday song - arrogant worms | ] |
Lol. Guess who gets an apartment for their birthday?
*points to self* TAKE THAT, HOUSING CRISIS!!! *rude gestures ensue*
I'm really, really fucking relieved. Unexpectedly excited, too. I'd always disliked the idea of living by myself, but this time it's OK. And who can be alone with cats? No one, ever, that's who. :P I'll need to de-flea them before moving, though; there are now fleas, ants, wood-bugs, tiny spiders, and the occasional determined silverfish in my home. That's way more pestilence than I need.
Since Luminara ended up being on my birthday for once, I did stop by for a bit. Left before it got good. Adam and I were both crotchety and tired. Next year I hope to do the whole shebang, and actually see the performers for once. There better be taiko drums too.
All in all, a damn fine day, which was only further improved by gifts. I gave my grandparents a cake and some nice fresh sourdough, since I was a complete space-case for THEIR birthdays. I have Stitch & Bitch Crochet, a copy of Short Circuit (<3!), and $lots of bookstore gift certs. Hurrah!
So how's everybody else been? |
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| In my day we had to make smoothies uphill, in the snow, BOTH WAYS... |
[Jul. 21st, 2008|08:49 pm] |
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| | headache. augh. | ] |
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| | some kinda weird 'thok' sound | ] |
(Did you know you can make a smoothie by hand? I didn't, until I realized the blender was missing its parts. Apparently nothing can come between me and liquid fruit.)
Rambly rant for you guys; I tried to write a comprehensive one and got angry and tired. I'm so tired of people dividing themselves into arbitrary groups, and then rating their humanity.
A proper fundamentalist will go along with whatever batshit opinion the head honchos have; that gays are going to hell, that men produce nothing of value, that the Marcabs are invading. Please, whoever's reading this, NEVER STOP ASKING QUESTIONS. If you agree with someone's conclusion because the rest of what they said seemed OK, you're being led by their reasoning, and it may not be where you want to go. They'll feed you just enough of the truth that you'll swallow the lie hidden in it. Be annoying! It's the information age, and anyone who can't back up their statements with some semblance of fact is not worth your time. And please, please remember that everyone, shoplifters, arsonists, women and men and all the genders in between, are human beings. Possessing a penis does not make one incapable of compassion, just as possessing a vagina does not make one incapable of thought.
COME ON ALREADY. (throws hands in the air)
(catches hands)
Thank everything for the Internet. It's a court jester that never goes away - and the court jester gets to make fun of absolutely anyone. The illusion of privacy and distance from 'the real world' lets folks come out and say whatever they damn well please, and since internet privacy is a laughable myth, that means your neighbors/family/president will find out that you're in the KKK, or manufacturing crystal meth, or staring in windows while people bathe. Welcome to your dark mirror, your hypocrisy reflected. Welcome to what other people REALLY think. I know it ain't pretty; believe me, I know. Now we can see how people truly behave when they think they're alone, when they're not behaving the way they think they have to.
Maybe someday people will realize that those anonymous Others are just themselves in a different time zone. It won't be easy - there are folks on the internet I would rather not understand, but I do. They're still people, just like myself in all the ways that truly matter.
Well, except for sociopaths. But that's a different matter altogether.
BTW, Ween is really good! I had my doubts at first, but they are skilled musicians and bizarre lyricists. Also, here is an anecdote from work:
D: *makes an 'augh' face*
Me: What?
D: Ahh, I got soup splashed on my face. (he'd just finished his new concoction)
Me: Huh. You made bukkake soup?
D: (laughing) Bukkake soup... wanna pour it on my chest?
Me: Sure, if you want me to. And maybe if you don't.
Pssst, Chris! I'm moving and all, but we should totally watch Zim at some point. I work over the weekend but I'm free in the evenings. Whaddya say? |
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| Eighty-something chapters should have seemed longer... |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|07:29 pm] |
Just finished Kushiel's Mercy. In, er, two days? One of which I worked (today). I enjoyed it, but my memory of reading it is similar to Order of the Phoenix; so much dramatic buildup over the series, and then it was crammed full of new and exciting junk and I'm not sure I have the faintest idea what went on. Still, rewarding. There may be fantarding later. :P
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And I can't yet reconcile my mutual hatred for religious policy-makers and radical feminists. There's just something innately terrifying about a group of individuals whose sole bond is the conviction that they're the only ones who know what's best, and spend the balance of their lives fighting tooth and nail to 'correct' everyone else. Sweet Zombie Jesus, you haven't failed (or succeeded) me yet; just keep these freaks and micromanagers far, far away from my shack in the woods.
I'm serious here. Any of this gets weirder, and I'm taking my cats and an IUD and moving up island. Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful.
Moar ranting after the tone brb, groceries |
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| Stunning developments! (IN BED) |
[Jul. 10th, 2008|10:25 pm] |
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| | hypoglycemic. OSHI- | ] |
Journal not f-locked anymore. Not really sure why it was in the first place.
1. Remember vocabulary
2. Unleash self on internets, specifically this corner of the internets
3. ????
4. PROFIT
5. Eat dinner, goddammit
( I can has toaster! ) |
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