Apr. 27th, 2011 07:00 pm
verbicide: (angry)
Good: Just got my PS3. Over the past god-knows-how-many-years I've bought Playstation consoles almost solely to play Final Fantasy games. I have my favorites (7, 10, and epically awesome 12) and mehs (8 and 9) and I didn't bother with the online version. I think 12, with it's strategic battle system has been my favorite. Setting the PS3 up was super easy and I now officially have a Blu-Ray player.

Bad: FF13 SUCKS. It's like they took out every single thing that makes the game awesome. This'll be the first console version of the game I haven't played since college. Mrrrh.

Worst: FF14 is another fucking online game. BOO. It's going to be FOREVER (if ever, I suppose) that another good FF game comes out. Hate.

I would be so pissed right now if I didn't have The Orange Box games en route!!
verbicide: (daydreamy - belle)
Okay, I know the entire eastern side of the country is miserably buried in snow and we're having a mild winter, but my feet have been so freaking cold ALL DAY. And I'm not rebelliously running amok in bare feet either, I have fleece footie things on for once. I kept fantasizing about immersing them in really hot water. But then I didn't have a magic wand to make that appear, so.

I can haz spring?

Oddly, I am obsessed with ffwding to summer. I mentioned this to someone who said that maybe it was because we didn't get much of a summer last year. I'm dying for summer foods and they're just not available right now. (TOMATOES. I WANT TOMATOES. And I'm not even a big tomato person. WTF. I want to eat them sliced on a plate with some salt and pepper. Why?)

So, I made brownies. Because that is the answer to all woes. New recipe for me. (Test Kitchen.) Hope they are good. Will take them into office.

I'm still having vivid Black Swan flashbacks at night, which aren't helped by all the trailers for it that are still running everywhere. Also, I wish Sarah were here so we could play more Mario. We have a standing slacker-date for Monday nights, and it's beyond glorious. And that is all I want out of life. Mario with Sarah. And pizza. Oh, and cherry coke zero. But that's it. I swear.

I so desperately want a cherry coke zero right now. And we even have them in the house! But I'm insomniackish lately enough without pre-bed-time caffeine. BOO.

This being a grownup thing suuuuucks. I want a refund.
verbicide: (lipstick)
In no particular order.

1. I'm making my mom's Aloo Gosht (beef/potato curry) recipe. It was my childhood and adult favorite meal (i.e., what I would want for my last meal). My mom would sometimes not have potatoes and would make it with turnips and I would HOWL at her, "WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME OMG THIS IS CHILDABUSE HOW COULD YOU DO THAT! EWWWWWW TURNIPS ARE LIKE MEMBRANOUS BAGS OF GOOOOOOOOO" and she would shake her head at me, laughing, and say, "I didn't have any potatoes!!" And I would carry on for like 5 hours and refuse to eat it and whine at her to make me something else.

This glimmering insight into my childhood should surprise no one.

Anyhow, as I'm cooking, I realize I'm having conversations with her. And it was really comforting. "Should I chop the potatoes this big? A little smaller? Okay."

I hope it turns out okay. I only have some vague instructions and nowhere near her skills. I'm letting the memories of watching her make it a million times guide me.

2. I am really looking forward to a chatty-chat fest with [ profile] serenity_valley today. Schedules being what they are, we've had to wait to find a good time for both of us. AND THAT TIME IS ALMOST HERE! (Though I also really enjoyed the sneak preview call we had yesterday.)

3. Sarah is coming over for a Wii Play Date and then Tanielle is going to come, too! And I'm going to make the roasted chicken with yukon gold potatoes and carrots because I'm obsessed. But also I'm going to do roasted tomatoes to go with it. Yay! AND AND individual upside-down pear cakes with ice cream.

4. So, OMG. My childhood hero was Judy Blume. I voraciously consumed her books. They were a religion to me. Those books are probably what lit the reading bug under my ass. She just turned 71. She has a blog. And I went there to wish her a happy birthday (along with a lot of 7, 8, and 9 year old children), AND SHE WROTE BACK! It was the sweetest note!!

Thanks so much for your warm note.  I'm touched by how well you remember my books.  Readers like you have made my career, and I can never thank you enough.  If you have a chance check out my blog and let me know what you think.  I'm trying to add a new post every week.

That's right, bitches! Judy Blume loves me! I can die happy now.

Also, how much of a phenomenal badass is she? Blogging at 71? Probably still working on another book? I love her. I feel an epic re-read of everything from SuperFudge to Forever coming on. Too bad I can't include those in my 50 Books in a Year thing.

Hokayso. I have to go do things. And then I will come back.


(This is without caffeine or sugar. PH34R ME!!! *thumps chest*)

home sick

Jan. 27th, 2009 02:41 pm
verbicide: (princess and the pea)
Bleh. I've been having more headaches lately, which hasn't been much fun. And last night a headache started that lasted through the night and has persisted through this afternoon. There's also some exciting fatigue and mucous to liven up my life. Jeff bought me some ginger ale last night which is keeping me sane today.

So, I'm home. Which is really good. I think things would have been dreadful if I'd tried to go to work. My hope is that enough hydration and ibuprofen will make it possible for me to go to French class tonight. I really don't feel I can afford to miss a class. I feel behind enough as it is.

I have no patience for being sick right now. Too much I want to do.

I'm throwing a small I Hate the Super Bowl party on Sunday. I don't really hate the Super Bowl, but I have zero interest in football. But any excuse to have people over to feed.

Besides, it's a good opportunity to try some new recipes—most of them are from Tyler Florence's Tailgate show. I love that guy.

So, I want to make:

- deviled eggs (because lately I've been craving them)
- roasted asparagus with garlic yogurt dip
- chicken wings with Thai red chili butter sauce (I thought I could fry up some tofu and toss it in the same sauce for Jeff/Pete.)
- grilled kielbasa (and veggie sausage) with dipping sauces
- some sort of rolls - homemade if I feel extra studly
- potato salad
- citrus-y granita sno-cones (served in dixie cups)
- Dulce de Leche brownies (David Lebovitz's recipe)

Pete got me this fun Wii game where you're a short order cook. I think it'd be a fun party game. And of course there's Wii sports. Or board games. I'm really looking forward to it. I think it'll be mostly low stress because all of the dishes are easy to make. I'm really excited to make dulce de leche. I was just introduced to the concept (boiling a can of condensed milk to caramelize it) by [ profile] str8ontilmornin and have been dying to try it!

I also can't stop obsessing about Paris. It's still just so damn far away!! I've been noting shops and restaurants and alternating between feeling giddy about going and terrified that some horrible thing will happen to keep me from going.

Okay, should go drink something and lie down. Mrh.
verbicide: (eating the canary)
I must go to work. I can not stay home and play the Wii all day.
I must go to work. I can not stay home and play the Wii all day.
I must go to work. I can not stay home and play the Wii all day.
I must go to work. I can not stay home and play the Wii all day.
I must go to work. I can not stay home and play the Wii all day.
I must go to work. I can not stay home and play the Wii all day.
verbicide: (I love my damn cat)
Every Sunday I am surprised that it is Sunday. If only it weren't for those five pesky days in between my weekends.

However, I can't complain, because it's been a really nice weekend.

Sacked out on Friday night with leftovers and video game. Much needed relief. Though, continue to be retarded, and drink diet pepsi at midnight, resulting in severe inability to actually fall asleep.

Saturday, I took the bus downtown to meet Pete for crumpets at the market. So. GOOD. We walked over the Meridian and watched the delightful Music and Lyrics By, or as we referred to it, Pop! I will leave the cinematic reviews to my betters, but we had a blast. I loved all the cheesy froth when it was the 80s and it continues to be nostalgic joy for me. I love Drew Barrymore, and god help me, I love Hugh Grant. He's funny and totally shameless. It wasn't critically brilliant or anything, but so damn fun. After weeks of watching depressing Oscar contenders, it was much needed fluff. After the movie, we walked back to the market for gumbo at the cajun place on 1st. There was more wandering around and ice cream getting and then it was the end of the day and time to head home.

I'd just made it home when Jeff called. He's been in the middle of a crazy kitchen re-model and his weekends are often confined to peering at tile samples. However, Chris had an evening tennis match, so Jeff called me for an impromptu dinner. And even though I was already in my pajamas and on the couch, I agreed to bestow my company upon him. It is because I am such a good friend that I can do these things for him. Hee. So he came to pick me up and we ran through a list of our usual haunts and decided to branch out. We went to the Bar and Grill at Greenlake and caught up (from the eternity of time that was Friday evening). And then! I was able to pin him to the couch and forced him to watch Aladdin, which is one of the movies on my "OMFG Why Haven't You Seen This Yet?!" list for him. Happily, he enjoyed it. Eventually Jeff left and I went to bed shortly after.

I'd debated canceling my French lesson for this morning, because I'm just so ...out of ....something. Just not into it right now, and I don't know why. All I can think of is that it's been a stressful few weeks at work and I feel behind in everything that I want to do. I bought new glasses last year and I still haven't picked them up. I still need to get a WA driver's license. I need to hand-make 50 cards for my nephew's Welcome, Baby party. And let's not even start on the state of my bookshelves and closets and the trim that is still unpainted. Ack. I feel like a failure as a grown-up.

But, I went to my lesson because she's not here in the states for much longer and I love having our lessons in person. It was great to see her and per my request we went back a few steps to review the material I still haven't properly grasped. She continues to amaze me as an instructor.

After our lesson, I drove out to Whole Foods on 65th and bought a lot of very exciting produce. I stopped by OB's because I got him these mango bars from Whole Foods that I thought he'd really like --he loves mango and these bars taste like ...they just pureed the fruit and stuck it on a stick. I also got to see my nephew, SIL, and give Sammy the Wonder Dog some smooches. And then I made myself come home and face the music of a really messy flat. I've thoroughly cleaned the kitchen as of now, including the fridge and cupboards, and even mopped the floor. I've tidied up the dining room and living room. The next demon lies in the bedroom which is so messy I may have to cry, and an unfortunate pile of laundry. Though I should save my tears for the master bathroom, which I really need to clean.

But! I've promised myself if I do all my chores, I can make a fire, watch Sliding Doors, and have steak frites for dinner. Whee!
verbicide: (studious)
Though I find the Viera more attractive and less plastic.

And this is probably only me, but while they sound more like Kendra, does Fran look a bit like Buffy?
verbicide: (Default)
I am awake and it's 2AM. On a worknight. Oops. Tomorrow is going to be HELL.

I'm happy to report that my SIL is out of the ICU! Baby Zach continues to be absurdly adorable and is developing in some ways even better than full-term babies. How's that for good news? My nephews are all prodigies, I'm not just biased!
Sarah and I had planned a pajama day of great sloth today, but first we did a round around Greenlake with Jeff so that we could feel guilt-less about it. The lake had all kinds of sections iced over. It was freaking cold out there, and Sarah read me a news report threatening more snow. Aaargh. Enough -- on with spring! At least it was a pretty blue day. This would all be much harder if it was bleak and grey.

Once home I started working on this crazy soup. Shredded beef with potatoes, served with a chimichurri dollop on the side. But it was taking decades, so we decided to make our dinner option for lunch. It was Matt's dad's flank steak marinade recipe, and it was spectacular. We had that with some asparagus and mashed potatoes. We never did eat the soup, since we did breakfast/lunch at 5PM. We were damn hungry by the time the steak was ready.

I also made fresh baguettes. My shaping's gotten much better, but I need to buy some vitamin C to dump into the flour. Apparently it helps with the differences between our flour and French flour.

And then we played a lot of Final Fantasy 12. Which was glorious. I really am enjoying it!

I called my neighbors and bowed out of tonight's condo board meeting, because it was at the same time that my brother had said I could come visit Emily in the hospital. I bought her four bunches of spring flowers and hauled some vases over to her room. She was so much better than the last time I saw her. She could sit up, eat solid food, and was just so much stronger than before. We're hoping she can head home at the end of the week.

The visit with Em was brief, and I returned to Sarah. We got to talking and pajama day turned into a slumber party, and she is sensibly asleep out there.

I have a French lesson tomorrow and I haven't done any homework or studying. I missed both of my Skype dates this weekend. I have loads of work coming at me this week. It's going to be a crazy week just trying to get on top of things!

So maybe I should sleep, eh?
verbicide: (Default)
I can't even say how long I've been waiting for this game. Well, maybe I can --since Final Fantasy X (discounting the soft-porn-alacious FFX-2 and online thing FFXI).

The reviews left me feeling a bit mixed. New battle system (again?!)? So it was with some trepidation that I bought it. Also, I was busy with the platforming glory that is Psychonauts.

The opening sequence was stunning and got me all excited, but it was really hard to start plaing an RPG again. All the tedious limited motions. All the annoying battles and figuring things out. The maddeningly spaced Save Points. (Probably the sorest spot for me right now).

It was hard not to compare to Pyschonauts. Which is of course an unfair comparision.

The good: I really love the License and Gambit systems. I love that I don't have to use the dippy main character in battles unless I want to. I love that I can control the skill sets of my players.
The bad: I really hate the lack of save points. I think a game can be plenty challenging without annoying the fuck out of a person with the lack of save points.
The ugly: The thing I really liked about Psychonauts was that as you played, your level naturally just increased. The bosses were hard and challenging and this is where the frequent saving kept the game fun. But with the FF series, the amount of random running around and random battles to upgrade my levels to where I have a chance against minor and major bosses is just plain tedious and annoying.

I do like the story so far, and except for spinning my wheels in level-raising battles right now, I do like the game. I'm glad I saved at a previous spot (as recommended by the system--another warning feature I really liked), so I can return a few paces back and build up because I just can't kill the bosses in a certain level and it's maddening. Grr. Arrgh.

I know they want to give the user X amount of playing hours, but I'd rather have fewer hours and less time-wasting running around.

It sure is pretty, though. The random shots of Fran's be-thong'd ass are hilarious and I think Balthier is my favorite character. He's got the best dialogue at least.
verbicide: (Default)
Huh. For the past couple of mornings, I bolt upright in bed thinking, "Shit! Am I supposed to be somewhere?" I think as it's getting closer and closer, I can feel the vacation slipping away. After all, tomorrow morning if I ask that question, the answer will be a resounding "YES! Getcher ass out of bed now!"

Since I work best under tight deadlines, I'm hoping today will be hyper-productive for me. I really need to tidy some dresser drawers and the top of the sewing machine in the bedroom, need to dig my desk out of the paper mountain I've buried it under, cycle through a few rounds with the dishwasher, clean out the fridge, and restock with things that are naturally green.

Today is going to be over before I know it. Last days always move at warp speed. Plus, I need to be in bed by 10 in order to get up early for the mechanic tomorrow.

In other news, last night was glorious. I grabbed the bus to Montlake and walked to Jeff's house. (Peeve: I can't find my goddamn bus pass, ack! Hoping to find under desk pile.) Chris introduced me to Buffy's favorite cat toy, and Jeff had to struggle a bit to convince me to leave the house. We drove to Kabul in Wallingford, which has really become one of my favorite restaurants (and has sort of become the place Jeff and I always go to for long, catch-up sessions). And catch-up we did. Much like Monday night with Sarah, it was just fantastic to see him again and talk-talk-talk about everything. Purrrr. As an added bonus, we're going to hang out again tonight. Whee!

Ok. Must go clean something. And then take breaks to play FF12, which I need to comment on later.
verbicide: (Default)
Because I went to bed early, it followed that I woke up early. I talked with Alain and then darted off for a day of errand-running. Cookies were mailed to family. I discovered that I could handle going to a new post office and didn't drive out to Ballard. Then I dropped off presents and cookies at KC and Jen's house. I'd left my cell at home, so it was a day of either leaving things on doorsteps or springing myself onto people unannounced. I drove to U Village and bought gifts for my brother, SIL, and nephew-to-be in all of 15 minutes flat (not kidding). I hastened out of there to get my hair cut, and I rather like it. It's short but swing-y and bouncy. And easy to manage, so hurray. I wrapped gifts in the car and then drove over to OB's house. I continue to marvel at having them so close where such random-stop-bys can actually happen. It is glorious. They seemed really happy with their presents (because I demanded that they open them immediately). And I managed to inherit OB's old dvd player for my bedroom. Bonus.

And then back home to grab Sarah's cookies, and to briefly preen at new haircut, before driving over to her place to help her pack and straighten her place out before going away FOREVER. Well, until the 31st. It is just tragic when half of your social life goes far, far away, dammit!

I borrowed half of her video and book library and we grabbed a quick bite at Gordito's, which is tragically going out of business on the hill. So sad. Then more hanging out and jabbering until I left and she is undoubtedly showering as I type, before her exciting red-eye flight tonight.

And now I am giving up on all pretense of restraint and going to put on Final Fantasy 12, for which I have waited, nay, hungered, lo these past many years. Wannit NOW!

The only thing wrong with today was the lack of Jeff, but as I explained to him in our parking garage on Thursday, we are going to be hanging out, because he has no choice. And then there is lots of Christmas-y fun to be had with throngs of adorable Bears. And more cookie baking for parties. Whee!


Nov. 26th, 2006 08:59 am
verbicide: (hobbsie love)
I am a little sad. The last day of a four-day weekend always goes by at light-speed (or should I say FTL). It may be 8:34AM now, but it will be bedtime before I know it.

Fun while it's lasted, though!

I went to go pet-sit for Odin yesterday. He looks like a small bear-cub. He's simply enormous! Then I met Pete at Cinerama to see Casino Royale. Generally, I don't like Bond movies, but this one was pretty fun. Not something I'd watch again, but that chase/fight scene at the beginning made it worth the price of admission. Also, it was exciting: Pete and I were first in line for the movie. I don't think that's ever happened. And we were only there like 45 minutes in advance! Muahahah! Someone needs to slap Paul Allen, though. Because while the Cinerama is a great theater with a fabulous screen, the seats are total crap. No, I don't like my seats to recline into the lap of the person behind me. I sat stiffly upright the entire time. I don't understand. Did no one try to sit in them when they built the place?

Anyhow. Movie was fun. Then we went to Brad's Swingside in Fremont, where Pete had never been and really needed to go. It was especially exciting, because there was no wait for a table! The Aglio Olio is so good, it makes you weep a little.

Then I came home and made some further progress on Psychonauts. Best. Game. Ever. It's so damn clever and fun.

Things I need to do today besides sit on the couch:

- my French homework
- laundry
- finish cleaning kitchen, including mopping floor and rest of dishes
- make another loaf of crusty bread
- cardio workout
- continue working on current quilting project
verbicide: (danny  - pounce - by quettaser)
Spent the day making a variety of food, doing chores, and playing Final Fantasy Tactics. Jeff called somewhere in the late afternoon because he, too, was going a bit stir-crazy and wanted to know if I wanted to go to a cafe to study our respective languages. And of course I did. It sort of worked out perfectly. I suggested he come by and taste the soup because I wanted some feedback and advice on it and was also making him bread and this way I wouldn't have to lug these things to work tomorrow.

So he stopped by, loved the soup (to my eternal relief, despite endless neurotic questioning), and we went to Diva Espresso to study. I had such a great time, that I don't understand why I don't just go and study French there every night. It's such a great cafe and I think trying to study French at home has been a mistake, because it's just too hard for me to resist the tv or the cat or the couch. Maybe once a week I can get off the bus at Diva and study before coming home. Hard to do in the winter, but surely not impossible.

Me: *muffled shriek*
Jeff: What's wrong?
Me: *staring intently* There's a bug.
Jeff: Where?
Me: Up there *points* Okay, it's like a flying speck. *pause* I tried to kill it.
Jeff: How? By looking at it?
Me: That method hasn't killed you yet, so I don't think it's going to work on the bug. My Medusa powers are yet undeveloped.

It turns out that Chris was going to have dinner with his soccer buddies so I pounced on the opportunity and Jeff was able to stay and have dinner with meeeeee. We went to the Alehouse and had a nice meal and talked a bit about the stresses at work, because neither one of us is ready for Monday to exist. I really need to get there early tomorrow, because it's going to be a long and hectic day (bleargh).

Then we came back to my place, and Jeff came up while I gave the soup its final touches, and it worked out nicely because this way he was able to take the entire soup pot home, and I could just keep the small amount of soup I was interested in.

Laundry's almost dry (would have already been, if I hadn't accidentally hit the setting to air dry or whatever) and I'm determined to put it away and not just leave it in a big, wrinkled pile for once. Also, going to march myself over to the kitchen now and unload the dishwasher.

It's these very small things that keep me from going insane during the week.


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