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I would decree that you should go out and frolic, but looking at the fog out there, I'm afraid you'd get lost! Well, take your GPSr and go have fun anyway. Much love to you today and always.
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So our email is down at work, and I am consumed with an overpowering need to send emails. And I can't. All I can think about is emailing people. "Hey! I should drop So-and-so a line... OOPS!" Or "Hey! I owe that guy a reply." But NO. Honestly, I don't know what to do. HelpDesk says to go take a break, have a cookie. (They know me pretty well down there.) I'm going to go wander the halls disconsolately and talk to people that I could have emailed IF ONLY. My co-workers and I have switched to our BlackBerries and those emails aren't getting through either. That's just cruel.

What is it about human nature that, as soon as we cannot do something, we are absolutely afire to do that one thing?

So I'm reduced to communicating with the outside world via LJ or by phone, but I don't like to talk on the phone.


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Wishing our own [livejournal.com profile] mckitterick a very happy birthday across the miles. Please take at least a few seconds out of your unbelievably busy day to go OM NOM NOM with some cake and ice cream!

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What cooked ginger looks like.

Sometimes I like to eat my food grouped, sometimes collated. Today is a group day. I carefully gathered together all these similar-looking bits of vegetable matter in my Thai takeout lunch and stuffed them all in my mouth and bit down. The only thing stopping me from, as [livejournal.com profile] kijjohnson would say, running around in circles with my tongue hanging out is that I'm not alone in the office.

And how is your Friday going?
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1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies. (in no particular order) [Ed. - Yes, I know it's supposed to be 15, but who has that kind of time?]

2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.

3. Post them here for everyone to guess.

4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it correctly and the name of the movie.

5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions. That would be cheatin'.


1) I've lived in this city all my life. I grew up on the Upper East Side. And when I was ten years old, I was rich, I was an aristocrat. Riding around in taxis, surrounded by comfort, and all I thought about was art and music. Now, I'm 36, and all I think about is money.

2) You know, it's a good thing you're not a big, fat guy or this would be really difficult.  The Emperor's New Groove, [livejournal.com profile] reannon> narrowly edging out [livejournal.com profile] wolff_slaven

3) Hello? Santa Claus's reindeer? Of course I can... let's see, there's Dopey, Grouchy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Happy, Bashful, Rudolph and Blitzen! You're welcome!  Desk Set[livejournal.com profile] jeanineers

4) Why did God make so many dumb fools and Democrats?

5) I'm 6'3", and maintain a very consistent panda bear shape.  True Stories, [livejournal.com profile] woadwarrior

6) Punch!... That!... Shit! 

7) Yuck. Yuck. Yuck! It's terrible and wonderful at the same time! It's like freedom in a cup!   Open Season, [livejournal.com profile] skunkplush 

8) God! God! Whose hand was I holding?  The Haunting (original version), also [livejournal.com profile] cupcake_goth

9) Everybody loves Menudo!  Tapeheads[livejournal.com profile] cupcake_gothright on time!

10) I'm a cross-dressing homosexual pacifist with a spot on my lung.

Please please somebody get one of these. 

ETA:  Okay, I'm over-subtle with a few of these.  But one is directly aimed at somebody who hasn't responded - hmmph!
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Happiest of birthdays to you, my dear. It's fitting that you were born on Valentine's Day, as you bring so much love into the lives of others. May it always be returned tenfold. Virtual smoochies until we see you again!
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It's been a genuinely crappy weekend, and it doesn't look like things will get better anytime soon. But in the midst of all this blah, let's take time to wish a very happy birthday to my own [livejournal.com profile] smirkingone. Anything that's good in my life is because of him.

One thing that did go well was dinner! Since we were staying in, I made steak and potatoes and broccoli and chocolate cake (well, I didn't make the cake). You may recall that it was almost a year ago that I committed crimes against steak, but this time everything went as it should and it turned out exactly how I hoped! So we have a good dinner inside us, no matter what else happens.

WHEN does Mercury go out of retrograde again???
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It has been a weekend filled with food (and, in the interests of full disclosure, drink).

Tea with the Queen! )

Life in the Mecca of fine dining known as Kent. )

Only 200 calories per serving! )

I have a lot of ruminations on the concepts of home, and hometown, and change, and blah de blah de blah and so forth, but that must wait for another time.
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You may remember that a short while back, we had a frank exchange of views on the subject of cookware (specifically Dutch ovens) in a cage match between Old Skool cast iron and Le Creuset. I really appreciated all of your input so very much, and I researched and thought long and hard about what to do. Finally I concluded that I am just not cut out to take proper care of true cast iron (plus it is a bit heavier). So last night we went shopping and I am now the happy owner of this feisty little bitch. Except we got ours at City Kitchens, not Williams-Sonoma, because CK was having a 40% off sale and we could get the size we wanted in a color I could live with (as opposed to the *yellow* colorway that W-S is discontinuing and selling at a discount). It was hard to decide on a color because I like a lot of them, but we went with an homage to our own Monkeygirl.

Now I am under a lot of pressure to cook something in it.

I haven't forgotten about the other postiness I owe you! Right now we're running heavily in favor of ferretage, and I have much to say on the topic of Fiona the Blob and The Ubiquitous Kaylee. Later, peeps!
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Quick question for the brain trust: Many of the recipes I'm looking at specify a "Dutch oven." If I go out looking to buy one, what's the minimum level of quality I should look for, and what brands might you recommend? Alexia's gorgeous collection of Le Creuset made me whimper with lust, but that is way out of my league (unless I could find some on sale because it was an unattractive color or the store was going out of business). Also, what size should I consider? Really I'd just be cooking for two (although many recipes serve four, and sometimes I don't want to worry about halving a recipe, because math is hard and I'd forget to carry the three).

What do you guys think?

I haven't been cooking much lately, although I did make Ogre's bratwurst and sauerkraut bake for the third time, and the other night I did something ill-advised with pork tenderloin. Heck, I haven't been doing much of *anything* lately. But I think of youse guys a lot and still love reading about *your* adventures.
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Quick drive-by post to share with you what has to be the greatest gift ever: BPAL + SPN = OTP.

Nothing else to see here. Move along.
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I understand your part of the world is having some exciting weather. Here's an icon just for you to express your thoughts on the subject.

We had maybe 45 minutes of enthusiastic flurries this afternoon, covering the entire span we were out at the doctor, drugstore, etc. The store was packed, because here in Seattle any single flake is the sign of ZOMG SNOWPOCALYPSE!!!!!!11!1 Quick! Go load up on toilet paper and milk and Duraflames and beer! Who KNOWS how long it will LAST! Well, 45 minutes, as I said. Now the rain and wind are here, and don't they all feel silly for having a pantry full of milk and toilet paper?

We're about to have some Papa John's pizza. Wish me luck.
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Many happy returns of the day, [livejournal.com profile] kalimeg! I hope you are feeling much better now!
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Happy birthday (I'm late by a day, but LJ never knows what freaking day it is anyway) to our own beloved [livejournal.com profile] cupcake_goth!
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Disclaimer: I think I'm coming down with something, and my brain is filled with kapok. So this will be much more disjointed and much less entertaining than it would have been had I posted yesterday. In which we run hither and yon. )

Hmm. It was still a really good day, just bittersweet in some ways. In stark contrast with all that running around, today I got up at noon and am still in my jammies. There's never a good time to get sick, but we're super-busy at work right now and I need all the brain cells I can get.

And what did you do with your weekend?
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If you comment on this post, I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.

I commented in [livejournal.com profile] uppityfaggot's LJ, and he selected the following for me:

Oaxacan animals: This refers to a type of woodcarving specific to the state of Oaxaca in Mexico. If you follow this link, you can learn more about it. I have an artistically significant collection (mostly Eleazar Morales, Jacobo Angeles, Edilberto Cortes, Jose Hernandez, and some Jimenez, one of the original carving families), which would represent a handsome down payment on a house if I could just convert it. How I got interested in it is that we used to pass by an art gallery at the Pike Place Market called Milagros, and I was captivated by these bright, colorful animal shapes in the window. One in particular caught my attention - a large deer, rearing up in a dynamic twisted pose, with a massive antler spread. Then one of our visits coincided with a gift-giving occasion, and my own beloved [livejournal.com profile] smirkingone bought it for me. It's still one of my very favorite pieces. Quality varies wildly even from the same artist - my gallery owner insists on the very best pieces from artists, and lesser versions end up elsewhere. The prices are shocking and only continue to rise, especially for Jacobo Angeles pieces in the more recent tribal style. I'd like to divest myself of several pieces but don't know how to go about it *and* get a decent value for them. Kij has a lovely collection in her own right. Her animals are weirder than mine. She has a pangolin that I covet with an unholy coveting. A pangolin - I ask you.

Geocaching: Geocaching is essentially looking for buried treasure using Global Positioning System coordinates on a handheld GPS receiver. The "treasure" usually consists of a container of trinkets hidden in the woods or other concealed place. How *did* we get interested in this, anyway? S had been mildly interested in it for some time (the gadget factor, I think), and then he got an awesome deal on a GPSr unit. I like it because it gets us out of the house and into the woods, which I love (spiders and bears and cougars and psychos notwithstanding).

Gothic Miss Manners: Who doesn't love our own Lady of the Manners? [livejournal.com profile] cupcakegoth is the headmistress of Gothic Charm School, making the world a more spookily genteel place, one Snarkling at a time.

Industrial: Industrial refers mostly to the music here (and now I will cheat and link you to the Wikipedia entry, which is good enough for 10:40 p.m.), although I have been interested in other aspects of industrial culture as well, particularly Survival Research Laboratories. The biggest appeal that the music holds for me is the power behind the sound and the imagery - very evocative stuff.

Dark ambient is another kind of music, and straight outta Wikipedia I have swiped this: "The term is generally used as a catch-all for any form of ambient music that has dark, foreboding, ominous, or discordant overtones." That's a pretty good description. There's some crossover here with ambient industrial, and in fact it's easy to get completely ridiculous and argue whether so-and-so is more dark ambient or ambient industrial or what have you. We get as bad as wine snobs sometimes. My favorites are Lustmord, Caul, Yen Pox, and Robert Rich.

Nature writing: More to the point, I guess this would be nature reading, because I don't write. I love books and essays about nature, particularly "small nature" such as you might encounter in any local forest. Recently I started reading some of the books by the naturalist Edward O. Wilson, and they're very good - who knew? - even if he is a bit obsessed with ants. That's a little too small of nature for me. Which leads us to...

Mustelids! Dudes, it's no secret: I love the mustelidae. Love 'em all, from the least weasels up to the wolverines, bless their stink. I cannot tell you how delighted I am every day to share my life and home with a couple of tiny, polite houseweasels. I had the pleasure of meeting a wild weasel on our corporate campus some years ago and spent about 15 minutes in the encounter, which just solidified the love even more. What really makes me sad is knowing that I will never have the opportunity to see a fisher or marten in the wild. I have an embarrassingly large collection of books on the various mustelidae, most of which are filled with lies and misinformation, but it's okay, because mostly I look at the pictures.

Well phooey. I feel like I didn't do a very good job here because I left it too late in the evening and I am really really tired. Anyway, I hope you get the idea. If you want any more info, ask! I will try to reply during daylight hours...

If you want to play, leave a comment and I'll hook you up. Good night!
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There's a career meme thingy making the rounds, so I took it while waiting for a task to finish.

1. Computer Trainer (Huh... which I used to do as part of my living)

2. ESL Teacher (Meh - although I was an adult literacy tutor)

3. Professor (Meh, and it disappeared when it found out I don't have university education)

4. Researcher (Suitably vague, but a bit meh)

5. Political Aide (This was interesting because I don't know what a political aide does. Back in the day I worked on campaign materials and wrote a ballot measure, and my causes won, so that may say something. Or not.)

6. Writer (See above, except honestly I can't write and don't know how this got in here)

7. Health Records Professional (Are there some?)

8. Corporate Trainer (I think this got rated lower because I negatoried the "travel around" question. But I used to do this for a living!)

9. Administrative Assistant (Have done this for a million years, when I wasn't doing #8. God, this is depressing.)

10. Technical Writer (Have done some of this too!)

11. Critic (I like to think of it as a calling, really)

And then it's dull and downhill from here. Not enough questions about working with animals, if you ask me. Not once did they ask if I'd like a career involving playing with cute little forest creatures. Clearly their methodology is flawed. Then I plugged in my skills and got thoroughly depressed. Need to go eat lunch first - might help, can't hurt.

As [livejournal.com profile] vali_dog would say, Bye!
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This has gotten pretty wide distribution, but if even one of you hasn't seen it yet, it hasn't been wide enough: What if Edward Gorey did "The Trouble With Tribbles"?

Okay, the art style might not be perfect, but the postures, situations, captions and typeface are fantastic.

I'm behind on posting about, well, just about everything. Someday I will get caught up with one big core-dump. And then you'll all be sorry!
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Our own [livejournal.com profile] woadwarrior is having a birthday today, so many happy returns! I hope you have the day off and are spending it doing all your favorite things!
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[livejournal.com profile] icprncs wrote a most charming post about a day in the life with two cats and a dog. It's a delightful thing to read at the end of a long and arduous week (which came on the heels of two other long and arduous weeks). It got me thinking about my own companion animals, ferrets Kaylee and Fiona. I wouldn't say either one is neurotic, exactly, but we've had to learn to adapt to their little idiosyncracies. Fiona has taken on the crucial and thankless job of making sure our feet and legs get licked dry after a shower. She takes this responsibility very seriously and frets until we're out of the shower and safely on the bathmat under her loving ministrations. Kaylee will wander in and lick for a few moments in a desultory way just to be sociable, but then she's off again.

Kaylee *hates* a closed door, especially the bathroom door, and will dig at it from either side until somebody opens it (difficult to do if you're stuck on the throne, which is why you're in the bathroom in the first place). Anytime I want to use the facilities, I can expect a lengthy delay while I sort it out with Kaylee and get her in there with me - it's better to have her inside digging at the linoleum than outside digging at the carpet. So S&J, if you've ever wondered why I loudly announce my biffy intentions at your house and wait for several seconds to see if an animal is coming, that's why - I'm that well trained.

Fiona, who is pretty much just a gut on four stubby legs, is extremely serious about her treats. She gets one before we leave for work and another when we go to bed. Her cue in the morning is when I get my shoes out of the closet, at which point she runs up to the top level of the cage and leans over the edge, all antsy and fidgety. And she had better get her treat before Kaylee does, or else she'll try to steal it out of Kayl's mouth. Kaylee is not that into treats and sometimes turns up her nose at a fishie, so we try a Pounce instead, and sometimes that doesn't appeal either. This is now a banner morning for Fiona, who gets *two* treats.

All the toys in the house belong to Kaylee, and Fiona doesn't get to play with them unless Kaylee is asleep. Fiona doesn't really like to play with them anyway - but sometimes she will put them away under the table or chair, because that's where they Go, and Fee is an earnest and conscientious little weasel.

Sometimes Kaylee will become intensely interested in an activity for a few days and then give it up for weeks. It might be repeatedly kicking all the books off the lowest bookshelf, or pulling out all the CDs on the bottom shelf. It might be getting into one particular kitchen cabinet. It might be trying to climb the fireplace screen. I don't know what causes the ebb and flow of these strange tides. Ah, me. I do love them, foibles and all.

Do you share your home with other tribes? How's that going for you?
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