||[Sep. 11th, 2008|11:28 am]
Whole lotta labia.
Things on my brain today:|
- Tickets for Henry Rollins's spoken word date at the Birchmere are on sale. I make a small and pathetic noise in the direction of my bank account and my impending paycheck wot is already spent on bills.
- I'm probably going to end up pulling my herbs in over the winter and I'm contemplating growing some others while I'm at it. Currently I've got chives, rosemary, and The Basil That Takes Over The Universe. I'd thought about growing veggies indoors over the winter but apparently they're finicky about light and space and I just don't think I've got the room to make it happen. So I'll wait until spring on that, but in the mean time I think fondly of fresh dill.
- Autie Alex's t-shirt fairy strikes again. This time a yellow shirt with a stroller on it and the phrase "That's How I Roll". Indeed. We pair it with the Union Jack legwarmers.
- I have a Superman lunchbox that I love like burning and which I would happily use as a purse but it blocks cell signal. Any ideas?
- Where is my broom?
- The "Get off Your Ass" mix worked well at the gym this morning. Loud enough to drown out whatever crap the gym was playing and distracting enough that I didn't watch Maury at all. Mentally rewarding but still, how will I get through the day without my dose of random paternity questions?
- This time seven years ago I was sitting in my office boggling at the fact that we'd managed to bring our entire network to a grinding halt just trying to get to cnn.com. We crashed everything. Our customers must have *loved* us. We got yelled at for our lack of productivity by a bombastic douche who called himself the Big Dog and who wore thin dress shirts with no undershirt so we'd utterly fail to pay attention when he talked and find ourselves transfixed by his nipples.
Eventually we'd brought everything down and were reduced to running out to our cars, listening to the radio, and then running back in. He let us go home and I sat on my bed and watched the news and watched the news and watched the news. And since then, every day, I am a little more grateful for the things I have and the place I live.
And when I try to find a bright side I remember the forest of "banned items" signs in airports all over the world which make me laugh, particularly the one in LA which warned me not to even think about bringing aboard either my bullwhip or my spear gun.
Oh, and it's 65 degrees out there and cloudy and so I'm using my autumn icon. Because I can.
Hi. How are you guys?
covetous, that's how I am. you have a Superman lunchbox?!
I do! Chellies gave it to me on my wedding day. It had a bottle of water and a granola bar and some Snickers and it came with a hug and the reassurance that I could "totally do this" and that I was a superhero. And then she got me breakfast so that I didn't have to go outside and see my family before I was absolutely ready. And then we watched Heroes.
And it is totally awesome. I tried using it as a purse that weekend but I kept missing calls. So now I'm thinking.. maybe holes in the bottom?
well, I can't steal something that amazing, it's true. it's plastic, I'm guessing? I can't think that metal would block your signal.
Actually no, it's metal.
I find myself flommoxed.
that is very flummoxy. I'd have thought that, well, then again. iPhone is a digital signal, so the metal would NOT act as a conductor.
I got nothin. o.o
It screwed my Motorola and my Sony Ericsson, too. Hrm. I should bug some engineers.
yeah, I'm afraid of the particle collider? so I'm probably not your best adviser.
And yet? You always have the perfect icon. This is a superpower of its own.
Maybe a velcro pocket attached to the outside for the phone?
Now that's a thought. Hmmm.
Superman? lunchbox? *envies*
If you're going to use it as a purse would you rivet a shoulder strap on it? And if so, could you not create some sort of sturdy, Squishie-safe, pouch that was firmly sewn to the strap?
I dunno. Really, I got nuthin'.
I? am doing ok. I got some good news today about a project that yesterday I thought was circling the drain and probably taking my credibility and career with it, so I'm happy. Also? It feels like autumn, and I'm pondering meals in the crock pot and roasted veggies, and these are altogether pleasant thoughts.
Ooooh.. you know what would be good? One of those curried soups. Pumpkin maybe. Mmm.. roasted veggies.
2008-09-11 04:58 pm (UTC)
This was meant for a pressure cooker, but can be altered
A soup of the fall variety for you love:
Curried Potato and Apple
4 medium potatoes, peeled and diced
2 eating apples, peeled, cored and diced
2 teaspoons curry powder
4 cups of vegetable stock or water
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoon pepper
2/3 cup natural yogurt, at room temperature
1. Melt butter in the pressure cooker, add the potatoes and
apple and fry gently for 10 minutes, shaking the pan and
2. Add the curry powder and fry gently for 1-2 minutes, stirring.
3. Pour in stock and bring to the boil, add salt and pepper.
4. Lock the lid and bring to cooker to pressure, maintain heat
for 15 minutes, and let pressure drop naturally.
5. Stir the yogurt until smooth, and then pour 1/3 cup into the
soup. Heat through, stirring constantly, then taste for
6. Pour the hot soup into warmed individual bowls and swirl in
the remaining 1/3 cup of yogurt.
2008-09-11 05:08 pm (UTC)
Re: This was meant for a pressure cooker, but can be altered
Holy cats that looks tasty!
and I just happen to have a pressure cooker, too. huzzah!
2008-09-11 05:13 pm (UTC)
Re: This was meant for a pressure cooker, but can be altered
You're welcome. I have more.
"Tickets for Henry Rollins's spoken word date at the Birchmere are on sale. I make a small and pathetic noise in the direction of my bank account and my impending paycheck wot is already spent on bills"
Shhh - don't tell Kiltie, but I may be buying these (he's coming to House of blues here in Orlando - I think it's the 22nd of this month - can't remember)for us this weekend if my moneies hold out
YO - tell Chloe her blog needs updating and give her a kiss all over her sweet round face:)