| epic cake fail |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|11:22 pm] |
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After ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shadow73's comments, I thought, heck, let's cheat the box cake with some extra large eggs instead of just large. Ok, everything went as planned for cake #1. Pictures will be posted some day, when everything is complete.
Then cake two, the good cake, the chocolate cake... I managed to make it without actually adding the eggs the the batter. At all. I can only claim senility. Needless to say, it was not a success. I have to make one more try tomorrow morning before anyone is up.
On the bright side, I think I've got the process down to an hour or two after the cake is cooled. On the down side, I also forgot to chop the veggies. Ah well, I have uhm... 6 hours tomorrow morning to finish prepping the game and the cakes and the decorations and the-
Good golly, someone just wake me up when the party is done.
*snore* |
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| Ren Faire Outfit. |
[Nov. 13th, 2009|04:09 am] |
My Ren Faire outfit arrived and I love it. :)
I hope to wear it, not this weekend, but the next two weekends.
I'm not sharing what it is yet. But I will say it is very me. ;) |
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| Geek Moment of the Day |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|08:32 pm] |
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| | Rock Me Amadeus, Falco | ] |
Rock Me Amadeus is on the lab radio. Warm fuzzies all around. :-)
I passed hour 10 of my day about 30 min ago, and am now thinking I'm nuts for how I designed this experiment. Another 30 - 45 min to go.
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| Privilege |
[Nov. 12th, 2009|08:52 am] |
As I mentioned before, yuki_onna and justbeast flew back in from Russia Sunday night with the intention of driving straight back to Maine. When they landed Cat texted me that they were coming straight to my house from the airport to avoid backtracking, since D's family home is 30 miles further east. In order to expedite their quick departure, I dragged all their stuff out onto the front porch. Just as I finished, Cat texted me again with the news that the car situation required them to go to the parental home first.
Fortunately, it was a warm evening, and dry. Rather than drag everything back in, I just sat down on the porch and read a book on my iPhone. It was midnight and I was surrounded by 2 big suitcases, 2 duffles, 4 large boxes and half a dozen or so paper and plastic bags filled with stuff. I kept the porch light on and the front door open, so I was pretty visible. The sight of me garnered more than a few flashed brakelights as drivers slowed to see what was up.
At about 12:30 a police car cruised by. I know the officer(s) saw me, because I saw the flash of their brakelights just as they passed me. The patrol car continued to the end of the block and turned right.
I wondered if they were circling the block to come by for another look. I wondered if they would stop and ask what was going on. I thought about that Yale professor and wondered how I would feel if they asked to see my identification. I decided that it wouldn't bother me.
They didn't come back.
That fact is at the heart of privilege issues. If I had been a black man sitting on the front porch in this predominantly white neighborhood, I am certain that they would have stopped to question me. And I don't think it's just a matter of being out of place. If I had been sitting on a porch in a predominantly black neighborhood, surrounded as I was with stuff, I suspect that the officers there would probably pass me by as well. Or if they stopped, it would be to discover if I was in any distress myself.
I get to feel like the police are watching out for me, on my side. I get the luxury of it being a novelty if I am ever asked for identification or to explain my actions.
Privilege isn't always receiving a quantifiable benefit. A lot of it is invisible to people who have that privilege. But just because I can't see it doesn't mean it's not there. |
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| Writer's Block: Famous last words |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|04:45 pm] |
Either "Fuck you all. I did my best." Or "I drank what?!?" I guess who was ever there at the time would be the ones to hear it. |
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| Apartment Drama... |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|02:29 pm] |
Drama doesn't always involve people, sometimes it is stuffs.
When my upstairs neighbor showers/bathes I kept hearing a drip. Finally realized it was a drip from my bathroom window. Yesterday maintenance comes to 'fix' it. They sealed up whatever happened upstairs and told me to notify them if there was any change.
Today I woke up at 1:00 because maintenance called in the treatment for mold that started growing in the corner of the wall and ceiling of my bathroom and following the treatment, painted.
However when I stepped out of bed onto my beautiful ivy rug there was a 'squish'. From my bed to the wall the carpet is soaking wet. I called the front office and now I'm taking down my shadow altar and emptying the book case Nick gave me. I hope it is not ruined. And I worry about my chest-of-drawers and my vanity and also my bed...er...boat now...I guess? :P
Love my apartment and whatthefuck?
::Edit::
Maintenance just left. He said that 'they', the mysterious 'they' with no referent, flushed the AC this morning and I got the backwash from the procedure. Solution: Industrial fan moved into bedroom to dry carpet. Somehow I don't feel that anything has been 'fixed'. *scowl* |
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| Lebanon coloring book! |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|12:58 pm] |
Just arrived from the printer's :) It collects extracts from a few of our books and the captions are in French, Arabic and English.
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| *sigh* still sick, but on the mend |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|12:34 pm] |
( Read more... )
So I understand having to show ID to get Sudafed and alcohol, but what's up with having to show it for Mucinex-DM and windshield washer fluid? Are "kids these days" so bored they found new and imaginative ways to get high on this stuff? Or am I just so much of an old fart that I'm that far out of the loop?
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| The end of an epoch |
[Nov. 10th, 2009|10:14 am] |
The Bride and her Beast returned from Russia yesterday. Cat and Dmitri flew back in last night and, anxious to get home and wishing to take advantage of their jet lag, packed up and hit the road at about 1am.
Mindful of their time crunch and their compact car (and, to be honest, desirous of making sure that they managed to get out of here with ALL their stuff), I spent some time yesterday evening packing up their things, removing unneeded packing material and boxes and compacting everything down to the essentials as effectively as possible. I figured that would help them get all their stuff into their car.
What I hadn't figured on was them arriving with their car quite full already.
Foolishly, I hadn't thought about the wedding gifts and other things that had gone home with D's parents. So when we looked at their car and then looked at the large pile of stuff on my front porch, it was with some dismay.
D suggested leaving behind some of the wedding things, like the bouquet. Cat protested because she wanted them at home. I protested because - AUGH!! No more boxes in my house!!! I suggested that they leave behind the suitcase with the wedding togs - after all, it's just one suitcase, and they are going to be back at Christmas. That was a reasonable compromise, and we got to work.
I really wish we'd taken pictures, because mere words cannot convey the special Tetris/Tardis combination required to get everything into a vehicle that clearly must be bigger on the inside. It's kind of amazing how many extra things can fit into the interstitial spaces between and around the large and bulky items. Misha and Babymonkey, if you can, take the time to appreciate their unpacking. It's going to look like a clown car. Just make sure they get all the wine out from behind the passenger's seat before they open the back door or there will be sad.
And if they have to stop suddenly on the freeway, the shifting load will likely kill them. Other than that, no problems!
So now they are gone, which means The Wedding of Bard and Beast is truly at an end. I walked back into the cleaned out guest room to savor its return to our possession.
And by the gods if I wasn't just a little bit sad and lonely. Of course, Ferrett being gone for this week doesn't help that, but the wedding was such fun and so wonderful that having it all gone leaves me a bit nostalgic.
Oh, well, I can always go down to my sewing room and revel in the mess left by the seamstress. That's still there for me. |
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