for the lovely, crazy, beautiful pinkminx!
Sep. 3rd, 2013 09:29 amBehold, my new running shoes! (Considerably more muddy this morning, post run!)
PSA of zero import
Oct. 31st, 2012 11:27 amDid another Friend's List purge. Only cut people that seem to no longer be on LJ.
If I'm wrong and you were lurking---lemme know, and I'll be happy to add ya back!
If I'm wrong and you were lurking---lemme know, and I'll be happy to add ya back!
scorpio races
Sep. 16th, 2012 11:20 amLast night, I finished Scorpio Races. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rolypolypony --I see now why you so strongly advocated for this book. It was freaking amazing from start to finish.
( No big spoilers )
rolypolypony --I see now why you so strongly advocated for this book. It was freaking amazing from start to finish. ( No big spoilers )
the people who love you know you
Aug. 16th, 2012 11:14 amMy cousin M is continuing to deal with her divorce woes like a rock star.
We've been talking about next steps lately. I followed up with her via chat
today. And after we talked about her stuff, we randomly segued into other
topics. Then, she suddenly suspiciously asked:
M: did you have coffee? just now?
me: :}
M: too much of it?
me: busted. i've been exhausted lately.
M: hehe
me: omg it's hilarious you can tell.
M: yeah
M: you love everyone and all things
me: LOL
Apparently I was, um, perky.
We've been talking about next steps lately. I followed up with her via chat
today. And after we talked about her stuff, we randomly segued into other
topics. Then, she suddenly suspiciously asked:
M: did you have coffee? just now?
me: :}
M: too much of it?
me: busted. i've been exhausted lately.
M: hehe
me: omg it's hilarious you can tell.
M: yeah
M: you love everyone and all things
me: LOL
Apparently I was, um, perky.
If we've ever talked about comic books, then you know that I freaking LOVE Brian K. Vaughn. There's no one else where I will buy any book sight-unseen and know for sure that I'll love it. His series Y: The Last Man, Runaways, and Ex Machina are my favorite series of all time.
I think his writing is brilliant, inclusive across gender, sexual-orientation, and racial lines. He clearly gets it in a way that so many other content producers do not.
So, when I heard he had a new series out, I said: SIGN ME UP. I just picked up the first four issues of Saga this past weekend. To be honest, the title sounded generic and the premise, "heavily influenced by Star Wars, and based on ideas Vaughan conceived both as a child and as a parent, depicts two lovers from long-warring extraterrestrial races, Alana and Marko, who struggle to survive amid a galactic war with their newborn daughter, Hazel, who occasionally narrates the series," didn't exactly grab me. Not that it sounds boring, but that it sounds a little more complicated. I liked the everyday-ness of Ex Machina, and I could viscerally relate to the horror of all male mammals dying on earth. But the otherwordly stuff doesn't always grab me.
But four issues in, I'm freaking hooked. I think what I love so passionately about BKV is that he writes characters I can completely relate to. Even if it's a teenage ghost who is missing her lower half with entrails swinging about. The characters are so well written that it's effortless to get caught up in the story. And he never makes things over convoluted. LIKE JJFUCKINGABRAMS.
So I would heartily recommend it. The artwork is as always totally stellar. That's the other thing that I love so much about BKV books--the artwork doesn't make me want to rip my eyes out (much like everything by Alan Moore). And his work always feels distinct; the books don't all have an identical feel to them.
Anyhow. To sum up: I really like it. It's only four issues in, but I'm curious about the characters
I think his writing is brilliant, inclusive across gender, sexual-orientation, and racial lines. He clearly gets it in a way that so many other content producers do not.
So, when I heard he had a new series out, I said: SIGN ME UP. I just picked up the first four issues of Saga this past weekend. To be honest, the title sounded generic and the premise, "heavily influenced by Star Wars, and based on ideas Vaughan conceived both as a child and as a parent, depicts two lovers from long-warring extraterrestrial races, Alana and Marko, who struggle to survive amid a galactic war with their newborn daughter, Hazel, who occasionally narrates the series," didn't exactly grab me. Not that it sounds boring, but that it sounds a little more complicated. I liked the everyday-ness of Ex Machina, and I could viscerally relate to the horror of all male mammals dying on earth. But the otherwordly stuff doesn't always grab me.
But four issues in, I'm freaking hooked. I think what I love so passionately about BKV is that he writes characters I can completely relate to. Even if it's a teenage ghost who is missing her lower half with entrails swinging about. The characters are so well written that it's effortless to get caught up in the story. And he never makes things over convoluted. LIKE JJFUCKINGABRAMS.
So I would heartily recommend it. The artwork is as always totally stellar. That's the other thing that I love so much about BKV books--the artwork doesn't make me want to rip my eyes out (much like everything by Alan Moore). And his work always feels distinct; the books don't all have an identical feel to them.
Anyhow. To sum up: I really like it. It's only four issues in, but I'm curious about the characters
obligatory cut note
Mar. 19th, 2012 04:16 pmI just culled out about ten people I figured are no longer using LJ at all, who I'm largely in touch with on other forums. If I'm wrong, and you were still quietly lurking here--lemme know.
As my journal's largely a place for particularly personal fodder (vs FB or G+) I'd rather keep the readership limited.
As my journal's largely a place for particularly personal fodder (vs FB or G+) I'd rather keep the readership limited.
aloo gosht semi-success
Mar. 19th, 2012 04:04 pmI think to make it better next time, I would cook the beef, then add the potatoes later. They're pretty soft. Though I like them really soft, so maybe this isn't a problem. They didn't totally disintegrate or anything, but the pressure cooker definitely takes its toll. I also think the spices are a bit heavy handed. This is the second time I've felt that way--and I think it's because I don't stir-fry the spices enough when I'm using the pressure cooker. Something to think about for next time.
The beef tastes a bit liver-y, which sometimes happens and I just Google'd to see if I could better understand why. It's organic grass-fed, which can often have a stronger taste. Maybe the fast cooking of the pressure cooker also added to that, versus a longer, slower cook time. It's not too bad, but as I'm not a fan of liver, it's a negative. There's enough spice and tomato to cut that flavor, but
On the positive side, I made a big vat of it. It's my favorite curry and as long as I can maintain some semblance of portion control, I can eat it all week long. Next time, I think I'm going to try chicken and garbanzo bean curry.
This all makes me miss my mom so much. I want to ask her SO many questions. But I also think that I'm starting to feel like I can make some of these recipes more my own. Largely because I don't know what I'm doing--or rather, what the traditional variation is. I've had two aunties comment on my keema muttar (ground beef and peas), saying they really like how I cut my onions (thin slices) instead of the fine dice they do. They like the texture it adds. So that felt really good to hear.
I also want to try to make Nargis kofta some day--which is a ground beef concoction surrounding a hard-boiled egg. Kind of like a Scotch egg, but served in a tomato-y curry sauce.
I haven't been able to cook much lately, so this was particularly a treat today. Not that I'm tired of tunafish on triscuits (I'm no longer allowed to buy Saltines, because I want to eat them all in five minutes.) but variety is so nice.
The beef tastes a bit liver-y, which sometimes happens and I just Google'd to see if I could better understand why. It's organic grass-fed, which can often have a stronger taste. Maybe the fast cooking of the pressure cooker also added to that, versus a longer, slower cook time. It's not too bad, but as I'm not a fan of liver, it's a negative. There's enough spice and tomato to cut that flavor, but
On the positive side, I made a big vat of it. It's my favorite curry and as long as I can maintain some semblance of portion control, I can eat it all week long. Next time, I think I'm going to try chicken and garbanzo bean curry.
This all makes me miss my mom so much. I want to ask her SO many questions. But I also think that I'm starting to feel like I can make some of these recipes more my own. Largely because I don't know what I'm doing--or rather, what the traditional variation is. I've had two aunties comment on my keema muttar (ground beef and peas), saying they really like how I cut my onions (thin slices) instead of the fine dice they do. They like the texture it adds. So that felt really good to hear.
I also want to try to make Nargis kofta some day--which is a ground beef concoction surrounding a hard-boiled egg. Kind of like a Scotch egg, but served in a tomato-y curry sauce.
I haven't been able to cook much lately, so this was particularly a treat today. Not that I'm tired of tunafish on triscuits (I'm no longer allowed to buy Saltines, because I want to eat them all in five minutes.) but variety is so nice.
um, it's raining men. hallelujah?
Mar. 5th, 2012 10:00 amConstruction has started. And there are tons of really cute muscular guys constructing scaffolding outside my window. Annouk is also excited, and is perched on the window sill. I cannot be so indecorous, sadly, and am peering discretely from behind my monitors. It's hard to look cool and nonchalant when you're blatantly checking out someone's ass.
Trying to calculate how shameless I can be. It's practically required that I bake them cookies, right?
Trying to calculate how shameless I can be. It's practically required that I bake them cookies, right?
i'm your huckleberry
Mar. 4th, 2012 01:14 amGot up. Cleaned house. Got a call from a raptor (not veloci). And then got myself out the front door to get some groceries for the evening.
I came home. Remembered that I should eat sometime before dinner, and had some very unsatisfying Safeway deli chow mein. I know. I never thought I would be someone who didn't care about food, but for the first time in my life I see it largely as a nuisance. If I could take my daily nutrition and calories in a pill form first thing in the morning, I would be ecstatic. (Exception: when friends are coming over, like tonight. Then food is a celebration!) Mostly I've accepted that all I want to eat right now are saltines, frosted mini wheats, and tunafish. I can also handle Safeway soups and salads. Weird, huh? Really not in the mental space to cook, lately.
So I unpacked groceries.Juiced a thousand key limes. Chased Annouk around for a bit. And then Sarah arrived! She arrived early because we were going to go to Greenlake, and poor Neel's knees can't handle that right now, so she came alone. But then her eyeball was owie, so we walked back to Safeway to get some Visine and Claritin, and decided not to further offend her allergies by immersing her in nature.
We watched the addictive Gotye video.That guy is so my current imaginary boyfriend. He's adorable in interviews, too. I started to get dinner together. On the menu: homemade tortilla chips, guacamole, steak and black bean chili, jalapeño-cheddar biscuits, frozen key lime pie. Thank you, Pressure Cooker, for making life so much easier. This was my second time with this adaptation of the Smitten Kitchen chili, and this time I didn't scorch the bottom of the pot to hell. I think the spices were a little intense, a little raw tasting, but overall I was okay with it. Next time I would add the spices earlier, like with the garlic.
Neel arrived. And then, as the best nights go, we listened to music, shrieked with laughter, I cooked, we all ate. We'd decided upon the most bizarre double feature ever--First Wives Club and Tombstone. Connected thinly by our love for both Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. That was too much fun.
Tomorrow the horror of laundry awaits, but as it's only two loads, I can't really complain.
I came home. Remembered that I should eat sometime before dinner, and had some very unsatisfying Safeway deli chow mein. I know. I never thought I would be someone who didn't care about food, but for the first time in my life I see it largely as a nuisance. If I could take my daily nutrition and calories in a pill form first thing in the morning, I would be ecstatic. (Exception: when friends are coming over, like tonight. Then food is a celebration!) Mostly I've accepted that all I want to eat right now are saltines, frosted mini wheats, and tunafish. I can also handle Safeway soups and salads. Weird, huh? Really not in the mental space to cook, lately.
So I unpacked groceries.Juiced a thousand key limes. Chased Annouk around for a bit. And then Sarah arrived! She arrived early because we were going to go to Greenlake, and poor Neel's knees can't handle that right now, so she came alone. But then her eyeball was owie, so we walked back to Safeway to get some Visine and Claritin, and decided not to further offend her allergies by immersing her in nature.
We watched the addictive Gotye video.That guy is so my current imaginary boyfriend. He's adorable in interviews, too. I started to get dinner together. On the menu: homemade tortilla chips, guacamole, steak and black bean chili, jalapeño-cheddar biscuits, frozen key lime pie. Thank you, Pressure Cooker, for making life so much easier. This was my second time with this adaptation of the Smitten Kitchen chili, and this time I didn't scorch the bottom of the pot to hell. I think the spices were a little intense, a little raw tasting, but overall I was okay with it. Next time I would add the spices earlier, like with the garlic.
Neel arrived. And then, as the best nights go, we listened to music, shrieked with laughter, I cooked, we all ate. We'd decided upon the most bizarre double feature ever--First Wives Club and Tombstone. Connected thinly by our love for both Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. That was too much fun.
Tomorrow the horror of laundry awaits, but as it's only two loads, I can't really complain.
addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Mar. 1st, 2012 01:03 amSo one of the weird things about me, a thing that I fully enjoy, is my capacity to be totally obsessed with some random thing. Like, frex, a song. And like some brain-damaged teenager, I will listen to it ALL DAY on repeat.
Today that song is Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye. Which is not pronounced Got Yeh, as I sort of hoped, but like Gaultier (Go Tee Yae). (A French variation on Walter, which is the dude's name.)
Permit me to embed!
I fucking love this song--so catchy and depressing at the same time! I think the video is hypnotic. I love his crazy expressions and emoting and how his chest heaves when she's calling him out. His eyes are so pretty. I love his pink skin, his red knobbly knees. And I'm sort of obsessed with his wacky mouth. I love it. It's almost so ugly it's beautiful. I love how he sort of MMMs at points where it doesn't seem like there should be an MMM in singing the lyrics. I want to stick my fingers in his mouth. I'm slightly fixated.
Also, that girl? Is freaking STUNNING. Who gets to look that unreasonably pretty? Did she win the genetics lottery or something? I love all her body freckles, too. Busy Phillips has that going on, and I think it's so cute! Though her name is Kimbra, which makes me think she should be sold on a lingerie rack at Nordstrom and or dating the Lion King.
This is what happens when we stay up past our bedtimes, people. The crazy gets out of the box and splatters across LJ.
Today that song is Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye. Which is not pronounced Got Yeh, as I sort of hoped, but like Gaultier (Go Tee Yae). (A French variation on Walter, which is the dude's name.)
Permit me to embed!
I fucking love this song--so catchy and depressing at the same time! I think the video is hypnotic. I love his crazy expressions and emoting and how his chest heaves when she's calling him out. His eyes are so pretty. I love his pink skin, his red knobbly knees. And I'm sort of obsessed with his wacky mouth. I love it. It's almost so ugly it's beautiful. I love how he sort of MMMs at points where it doesn't seem like there should be an MMM in singing the lyrics. I want to stick my fingers in his mouth. I'm slightly fixated.
Also, that girl? Is freaking STUNNING. Who gets to look that unreasonably pretty? Did she win the genetics lottery or something? I love all her body freckles, too. Busy Phillips has that going on, and I think it's so cute! Though her name is Kimbra, which makes me think she should be sold on a lingerie rack at Nordstrom and or dating the Lion King.
This is what happens when we stay up past our bedtimes, people. The crazy gets out of the box and splatters across LJ.
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