amand_r

This weekend we are back to the basics and back to the cheaper cookies. Five and six for a dozen! Come on, who wouldn't shell out a fiver for a dozen cookies to arrive at your doorstep this week? You won't have to do anything! Score! Isn't that the price of a trenta moka java latte crappucchino?

( Weekend of comfort classics!! )

Next week: a recipe I had to translate from French! And an Austrian cookie. We'll toss them both in a bag and let them fight it out.

I HAD SEX WITH GARETH DAVID LLOYD ON A SINK AT DRAGON*CON AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY MANICURE:



( Yes, this sums up my whole D*C experience nicely. )

That was my big fat D*C exp. Seriously, few panels, lots of booze, tonnes of food, great people, EXCELLENT CONVERSATIONS, and a renewed sense of writing. I WILL WRITE THAT FPREG. IT WILL BE AWESOME.

OH AND I THINK I MIGHT HAVE A SEASON TO AIR THIS FALL.

( Oh, and Jack and Ianto's post-it D*C adventure )

BUT FOR NOW, my dad is out of surgery, and I'm waiting to hear how he is, and I have plans to make biscotti with cabernet cocoa powder, and possibly some cupcakes.

I dreamt about biscotti last night.

I made a list of shit to do divided by pages: on page per category, house, work, online, general, errands, etc. IT'S NINE PAGES LONG.

See ya'll on the flip side.

EDIT: I bought their Netherworld Blend and the Reanimator Blend. The latter is great. Haven't tasted the firmer. Go there and browse the teas and coffees.

1. So last night I'm writing a check to the cemetery to put a summer box of flowers at Tianyu's grave, and they ask for the location, and I don't know what the fuck that is. I'll have to dig it out. But I'm sitting there filling out the rest of the goddamn form, and I find myself crying and apologising to Tianyu, and I don't even know what the fuck for. For the flowers, maybe. That that's all I can give him now, maybe. That I rarely go there. I can't look at it. I don't know what to say to it. It's just kind of there. That stone isn't for me. I would have cremated him and sent his ashes to George Takei to dispose of as he saw fit. Or Christopher Lambert. NO NO. JET LI.

Dear Mister Li:

Enclosed is your future.

Sincerely,

Yul Brynner's Rotting Corpse


2. ENOUGH OF THAT BULLSHIT. DON'T ASK ME TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU, WARREN.

(NSFW)



I missed you, threebrain.

3. apparently Scott Baio just went insane, which I am surprised at, because really, Goats has been making fun of Scott for a while.

You know what I'd like to see? Certain celebs given a twitter and free time to use it and get all wrapped up in it, so that we can see the meltdowns we really deserve. Candidates are: Mel Gibson, Debbie Gibson, Naomi Campbell (we might have to supply additional phones), Kirk Cameron PLEASE GOD KIRK CAMERON. Maybe the youngest kid from Hanson.

4. How a shark gets ready.

5. Lastly, let us all take a moment to appreciate the fine lyrical genius of Salt N Pepa's 1993 masterpiece, "None Of Your Business":

I never put my nose where I'm not supposed to,
Believe me, if he's something that I want, I'm steppin' closer,
I'm not one for playing high-pole
Like the house of ditty 90210 type of ho.
I treat a man like he treats me;
The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee.

I feel as if I have been enlightened. I'd also like to mention:

So, yo, so, yo, ho - check it, double deck it on a record butt-naked, but you really have to listen to it: at 2:36

It's also worth it to note that dating the song in the text of the song does not do the song any favours, except that I think that it's charming in a way (1:20). Also, let's give the ladies props for putting a same sex couple in a video back in 1993 (3:14), nicely placed during the line about how no one has the right to judge others. I know it feels like a pittance, but one thing I always admired about SnP was that they were always open minded and fairly liberated in some ways. (Heaven and Hell passes the Bechdel test in a time when most songs were about relationships. The last track on the album is a short skit about HIV from an inner city improv group).

SO, YO, SO YO HO.

( Bonus! )

Thanks to Xiao di di, I now have WONDERWALL GOING THROUGH MY HEAD, AND THE ONLY THING THAT CAN SCRUB IT CLEAN, LIKE A MISTER CLEAN MAGIC ERASER IN MY SKULL, IS MIKA. I HATE YOU, NICHOLAS H. CRUENTUM. I COME FROM THE LAND OF COAL; YOU'RE LUCKY IT'S SO FUCKING HEAVY OR I'D SEND YOU A BIG OLD LUMP OF IT. I was going to make a joke about squeezing it so hard you make a diamond to present to JB at panto, but it involved buttocks, and that's just not funny.

( Sometimes I surprise the fuck out of myself. Today is not one of those days. )

I bet some days you wonder why you even click on my lj cuts. :P I know why you do, you saucy minxes.

I was just thinking about how I don't cook anymore, because the one person who would have eaten it isn't here anymore, and I don't eat my own cooking (I have no appetite for it. It's not that it sucks or anything), and I don't eat leftovers. So I have been doing a lot of prepackaged foods and tuna salad and veg (mostly the veg and the egg salad.).

But I got mad skills, yo. I can flash fry a duck. I got knife skillz. I got…uhm, this steamer:



I included the cereal box so you could see how HUGE IT IS. I USE IT, TOO. PEEPS HAVE SEEN IT IN ACTION!

So, in honor of how Tom Colicchio I used to be (now I'm more Padma, ROWR), I present a new culinary adventure (since everyone is doing it these days):



( This is long. IF YOU ARE ON DIAL UP, WTF DUDE? GET WITH THE 21ST CENTURY. IT ALL CHANGED, AND YOU WERE TOO BUSY STARING AT JACK'S ASS TO GET CABLE OR DSL. JESUS. UHM, NO WAIT, THIS IS LONG AND PHOTO HEAVY. THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID. )

1. Pornsultant Bob is on Doctor Who Season 2:

Pornsultant Bob: K9 is really cute.
Amand-r: Oh Jesus. K-9. I read a Jack/K-9 somewhere.
Pornsultant Bob: That just seems unnecessary. Robotic Bestiality... Not my cup of tea.
Amand-r: Not when it's Jack. It's like it HAS TO BE DONE BECAUSE IT'S THERE.
Pornsultant Bob: Only for Organic Life. Kinda.
Amand-r: INTERSPECIES...ROBOTICA?
Pornsultant Bob: If Robotica is a legitimate form of porn, than so is an inflatable girlfriend.
Amand-r: YOU MEAN THEY AREN'T?
Pornsultant Bob: Not really.
Amand-r: Next you'll be telling me that there's no such thing as the donkey show.

2. Yesterday, misswinterhill said that I was squee anthropomorphised, so feel free to think of me as that.

3. Thanks for the nice words yesterday, mah peepes (I spelled that Samuel Pepys style—YE OLD PEEPES.)

4. So last night sthayashi, the delectable E, and another friend, we'll call him Clyde, came over for dinner and drinking. Clyde is not with our mad drinking skills, as you can see on the POST IT NOTE:



( But around beer three, the swords came out. )

5. I watched the Dead Like Me movie Friday night. I really really liked it. I mist be the only one. Thoughts later.

6. I have to get my fingers to work this morning. Right now they feel like they're made out of gummi worms. Fuck.