Thursday, July 31, 2008
But oh, the dreams.
I dreamed that I was out with my parents in a sort of strip mall situation. My dad and I went into a little shop/restaurant. My dad asked for a couple of things from the older lady behind the counter, and then added, "and the money in that register there." We didn't have weapons or anything, it was just understood that we were robbing the place. The old lady kind of froze but then managed to open the drawer and froze again. I shouted at her to hurry up and grabbed some of the money, which was in the drawer in no particular order. $100 bills were mixed with $5s and $10s. I only grabbed some of the money because I didn't want to be cruel and steal all this poor old lady's money. My dad and I calmly left and tried to find my stepmom in the getaway car. We ended up at the other side of the parking lot and we bragged about what happened.
Next I was meeting my husband at some mall that sort of resembled Gavidae Common. He had evidently stolen a bunch of money too and I had just deposited some of it in the bank, which I was nervous about because what if the bills were marked? Anyway, I met up with my husband but we were immediately approached by cops. They took only my husband into custody and charged him with murder (falsely) but there was no mention of the stolen money.
Uhhhh, subconsious? Hi, it's me. The one time I try to fall asleep naturally you pound me with dreams like this? If this keeps up I'm going to go back to the Sominex.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Nutshell for the lazy: kid at a Catholic college gets in big trouble because he smuggled out a god-cracker from mass. Threats to kick him out of school, etc. PZ and countless others point out that for crying out loud it's a friggin' cracker -- an object, and a particularly un-tasty one at that -- and there's just no reason to get any undies in any bunches because we're not living in the Middle Ages anymore. To prove his point, PZ stabs a god-cracker with a rusty nail and throws it in the trash to a copy of the Koran, The God Delusion, coffee grounds, and a banana peel.
OK, we all caught up now? While I appreciate the sentiment behind the action, I'm not sure I'm 100% behind bullbaiting the religious. I'd say I'm only about 93% behind it (the sentiment, not the bullbaiting).
At some point the point had to be made, and as clearly as possible. Let's be honest here, most of the super-religious are not exactly long on critical thinking skills. The very idea of a cracker being literally the body of their lord and savior is so absurd as to be hilarious (also, gross!). It's flour and water that's been mass-produced and stamped out in some factory by some minimum-wage workers, and probably not in the USA.
Looking at it from a Buddhist perspective, I completely agree that the cracker is just stuff, and stuff is meaningless. (P.S. I don't consider myself a Buddhist, just in agreement with Buddhist philosophy.) However, I don't think anyone can reasonably expect the religious to not get whipped up about it. They already believe they're eating their god (!). It's a giant leap to think they will use the next few neurons down the line to conclude that that sort of thing is completely silly. And it's near-insane to think that they will actually look at where the taboo of desecrating the crackers actually came from (again, for the lazy, it boils down to OMG KILL TEH JEWS). Catholics are intellectually stuck sometime in the fourteenth century.
But really now.
Are threats of bodily harm to PZ and his family and threats to kick the original cracker-smuggler out of college really worth crackers?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
- I have three full weddings and one reception to go to in August. Yikes.
- I really hope I can go to Chicago on the 16th.
- I was unexpectedly roped into scrimmaging with the MNRG All-Star team the other night -- my first practice back this season. I am having difficulty raising my arms. I'm going to go back tonight for some more punishment.
- I have to mulch the garden tonight now that Husband mowed the lawn and I've got a full bag of grass clippings.
- We ate the fruits of my first harvest last night: green beans! There were about four our five pea pods too but I polished those off as I was picking them. There's just nothing better. The tomatoes and cherry tomatoes are going crazy right now and should be ripe within a week or two. The squash isn't doing so well. I'm getting blossoms but no fruit. I might go out there with a q-tip and cross pollinate tonight.
- I'm on my third try with herbs. I planted chives, basil, parsley, lavender, and garlic in some of the terracotta pots that came back from Duluth. We'll see what happens this time around. I made my own potting soil with seed starter, compost, and dirt from the yard.
- I need to weed the front and side. Badly.
- My hostas, including the ones that I split last fall and this spring, are going coo-coo-ka-crazy with blooms right now. I've got one lily that had one flower (orange) a few weeks ago and is now on the second flower (red). I had no idea that one lily plant could have more than one color. My other lilies look close to blooming but I wouldn't be surprised if it didn't happen this year since they're new transplants.
- I need to find some plants that love full sun and heat for the right side of the house. Maybe I'll just plant more lilies.
- I miss Bindi. My dad hijacked her for one more day.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Husband and I managed to score a couple of wooden lounge chairs that will be refinished and will find a new home on our front lawn and I also got a TON (seriously, I think they actually might weigh a ton) of terra cotta pots that once belonged to my great-grandpa. This includes many many many of the tiniest, cutest little pots I've ever seen. I have no idea what I'm going to plant in those.
Sunday was faaaabulous. My parents went off to the dump and Husband and I stayed behind to enjoy the weather and the water. We threw sticks for Shillelagh while Bindi took her usual spot on the parked pontoon boat to sunbathe. I floated on a tube at the end of the dock where Husband was sitting and we drank beers and chatted. My pasty belly made a rare appearance and now it's pink but not at all painful. The dragonflies battled for the privilege of landing on my knee, elbow, and hand. It was wonderful. We walked down to Porky's for some pizza and drank too much with my parents. We actually drank them out of both Bell's Two Hearted and Summit EPA.
We saw The Dark Knight last night… holy crap YES. Then we walked around Calhoun and felt inadequate so we went to Pepito's and got fish tacos. Got home in time for House.
Tonight there will be skating. And it will be marvellous.
Friday, July 18, 2008
1. Do you like to cook? If so, what?
Anything and everything. I will even cook you meat if you ask nicely.
2. If you do like to cook, have you always or when did you start? If you don't like to cook, have you tried it without success or simply never gotten into it, or ...?
I have always been adventurous in the kitchen. I started making mac and cheese on the stove when I was 7.
3. What's the most ambitious-for-you dish you've ever prepared? How'd it come out?
Nothing really sticks out. Every day is an adventure. I did attempt to make real croissants once but they didn't turn out. I think it was too hot and humid for them.
4. Have there been fears, hesitations, or items of squeamishness you've struggled with in cooking?
I hesitate to cook with squid and octopus at home. I don't know why. I guess I figure it's easier to get my fix at a restaurant.
5. If you could learn to prepare one food perfectly the way you like it every time, what would it be?"
Mandu! It can be tricky to cook.
Hey NC kids! Feel free to beat up those fags!
I hope Bill Brooks chokes on a hot dog.
Fla. officer fired for demanding free coffee
You think this is an isolated incident? Think again. Cops are acting like we're living in a police state all over the country.
Two-thirds of Egyptian men harass women?
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Cheese filled, bacon wrapped, battered, deep fried hot dog
I took the liberty of plugging the numbers into FitDay to see what kind of damage this would wreak upon a person. Assuming that each hot dog holds about a tablespoon of spray cheese and the coating contains 2 tablespoons of beer and 1 tablespoon of flour, and then assuming that it sponges up a tablespoon of oil during frying, it looks like this:
Calories: 913 (that's 76% of my calories for a single day)
Fat: 84 g (an average female should only eat between 30-40 g per day)
Carbohydrates: 12 g (this is pretty modest, as the average person should get about 300 g per day)
Protein: 25 g (average is 40-60 g per day)
Sodium: 2177 (average is 2400 per day)
Note that one of the guys in the article ate four in a day.
Friends might be feeling like you're hiding out from the world right about now, so touch base and let them know that you're doing okay. Time is something you want to spend by yourself, and this is a healthy thing to do. Your energy level is strong, but it's not social. Mixing with other people and sharing small talk is not as fulfilling as curling up with a favorite book, taking a long walk, or experimenting in the kitchen. If you're a homebody right now, that's a good thing!
Yeeeaaahhhh. A long walk, hmm? Maybe if it's not storming out after work I'll go skate around Nokomis. Unfortunately we have puppy kindergarten tonight so I can't park myself in our comfy chair with my latest library acquisition. This book is ridiculously goofy and entertaining and full of horrendous sports cliches that I think are used tongue-in-cheek. I found it in the New Arrivals section and picked it up because, well, it has a goalie on the cover. Yep, I judged the book by it's cover. It's what I do. (HOCKEYHOCKEYHOCKEYHOCKEY)
I'm using it as a distraction from the bonehead trades that have been going on in the Wild offseason because that shit's just too depressing to even think about.
Ahh crap, now I'm all worked up.
Doug Risebrough: “I’m interested in signing him long-term, but what I’m interested in doing and what he’s interested in doing might not be the same, and my number long-term and his number long-term might not be the same.”
Yeah Doug, we all know you're interested in NOT PAYING HIM (or anyone else). One of our last remaining real NHL players. They guy who's actually out there scoring points on a pretty consistent basis. But who cares as long as it's a full house every night, eh? You're making money hand over fist either way! The Wild is just a farm team for the rest of the NHL, right?
Doug Risebrough: "HAY GUISE I HAS CORY LOCKE" (paraphrased)
Really? Really? That's the best you can do? Well good for the Houston Aeros then. Now how's about getting the Wild a couple of real centers?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Let me put this into perspective for you: that's about 83 bottles a day. Even if by "small bottles" they mean smaller than the standard American 12 oz-ers, that's a fuck of a lot of beer.
Further: if he was to drink all 16 of the standard waking hours, that's about 5 bottles an hour. Every hour.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Here's three out of the four ingredients. Four tomatoes, a sprig of basil, and a clove of garlic will make your sauce.
I didn't feel like dragging out my food processor that's got a broken lid anyway so I opted for my mini chopper that came with my stick blender and worked in two batches.
Once it was whizzed up I tasted it and added a little salt and pepper. There was no need for anything else. These tomatoes are so sweet and full of flavor right now!
Here's ingredient number four: zucchini. I used a vegetable peeler to get thin slices (oh how I wish my mandolin wasn't crap) and cut them down to roughly fettuccine/tagliatelle width.
...and that's it. Not exactly the most complicated recipe in the world. I guess that's the beauty of the raw food thing. I was a bit apprehensive about the raw zucchini thing. I adore cooked zucchini but wasn't sure how it would taste without being sauteed in butter or baked with olive oil or grilled or anything. Verdict: amazing. I'm sold. I was also worried about it being filling enough. It was. If you are looking for something really substantial then you could always add some chopped cashews to sprinkle over the top and serve with sprouted bread or something.
Raw Food "Pasta" With Tomato-Basil SauceThings you could do to this: use several different types of tomatoes, add a little fresh oregano or tarragon, use yellow summer squash or cucumber, add nut cheese, sprinkle with sunflower seeds.
4 medium tomatoes (preferably the kind on the vine or from your garden)
1 sprig fresh basil
1 clove garlic (or more/less according to your taste)
4 medium zucchini
Puree tomatoes, basil, and garlic in food processor or blender. Add salt and pepper to taste.
Slice the zucchini into thin strips using a vegetable peeler or mandolin or supreme knife skillz, then cut lengthwise into desired noodle-like width.
Top zucchini with sauce.
Was going to Cafe Maude to hang with some Gabsters and see Roma Di Luna. The ass weather combined with a huge spike in anxiety (social, driving in bad weather) lead to near-epic fail.
Was going to go to the Dragon Festival and/or berry picking. Neither of those things happened. Was going to go down to the parents' house in Burnsville and cook them dinner for watching the dogs last weekend. That didn't happen either. Did go on a grocery shopping adventure to Noodles and Cub. Got extremely agitated by all the people at Cub. Got out before panic attack meltdown. Spent two hours putting together spring rolls and pho, then husband decided he wanted to go out to eat with a friend. After much frowning and sulking on my part I was lured away from the fruits of my labor by the promise of Little Szechuan. Dan dan noodles and Crispy fried fish were acquired. I could almost see through time.
Ate the rest of my pho for breakfast. Was ready to have my first mangosteen experience. Almost cut my hand off trying to break into the thing and it turns out to be rotten anyway. Boo. Note the three implements it took to get to the "fruit."
Friday, July 11, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Monday, July 07, 2008
- Or celebrity gossip either for that matter.
- I saw some guy turn another guy's face into hamburger on some UFC fight the other night. Even so, I have decided that UFC is boring.
- I am officially addicted to God of War and the guy who lent us his PSP for our trip may have to rip it out of my cold, dead hands if he wants it back before I finish the game. I will also be purchasing the PS2 version very shortly.
- It's Monday, and that means it's House night! WOO HOO, HOTNESS!
- I'm emotional about something I can't talk about. So I won't. Nyah.
- I like weddings about as much as I like funerals. Being in a church is bad enough. Being in a church for a wedding is worse x10. Being in a church for a wedding of two people that I don't even know is bloody awful.
- This laptop that I'm trying to fix is making me angry.
- I could really go for some fresh spring rolls and vegetarian pho.
- Omaha was a festival of food as usual. Kinda sad we didn't get a chance to go to Gorat's. Crab legs, mmmmmm.
- The new Mustangs SUCK. Actually, all Mustangs suck, but this one sucks harder because it looks like a Taurus. They're not built for short people (me) or tall people (my father-in-law). There is NO room in the backseat. The suspension is ass. Sure, you can corner on a dime but you have to feel every crack and pebble in the road. And seriously? Only a V-6? Blah.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
- We rented a car this morning. We ended up with a Mustang. Watch out, Iowa!
- French vanilla iced coffee may be the perfect summer beverage.
- I woke up with a scratchy throat and I'm having a mini freakout because I may have been snoring last night.
- I have to get new contacts. I can't ignore this anymore. I can't even wear my current pair anymore. At least I have cute glasses.
- Our boy cat Grady was super affectionate this morning but when he was scratching at the blanket to try and get under it and cuddle with me he scratched my back. A few more scars and I'm going to look like I got mauled by a rabid marmoset.
- I love my job. I'm leaving at noon today.
- I ate a POUND of bun chay from Quang last night. I didn't mean to. I looked down and it was all gone. Oops. So like an idiot I'm skipping breakfast this morning.
- It was chilly on my scooter ride this morning! It was so nice yesterday. What happened?
- Dang it, I'm hungry. I should go eat the salad I didn't eat yesterday.
- Is it noon yet?
- I'm still feeling the afterglow of the creative spurt I had the other night. I've been bouncing this comic idea around in my head for about two years. I had characters and a very skeletal plot *sorta* but I just couldn't seem to make it work. I finally came up with a story outline that I like. Phew! I may just be getting my creative mojo back after all. Maybe one day I'll restart my webcomic that I abandoned because of derby. I let the domain name expire and everything.
- I am excited about seeing Dan's grandma this weekend.
- Is it noon yet?