November 30, 2003
Holy crap. Jerry Orbach can
Holy crap. Jerry Orbach can SING. I knew this, objectively, but never heard him before now. Hooray for PBS.
November 29, 2003
This Thanksgiving weekend has been, in a word, glorious.
Wednesday was spent cooking and last-minute shopping and getting ready. Thursday was a laid-back, quiet day with me and Mom and my aunt and uncle. The food was yummy and way too plentiful, and I actually won two games of Rook with my aunt. On Friday we put up the Christmas tree and lights on the windows and such, and I made turkey stock (my first attempt ever, more on that later). Today was much lazier. I finished up the turkey stock, did my laundry and made turkey noodle soup--this doesn't sound lazy, but trust me, it was. In between it all, I cross stitched like mad, to the point that I had to stop tonight because I got a shoulder cramp. My project is getting close to being finished, so I can't bear to stop. I'm fairly certain this one's going to be a Christmas present.
I've enjoyed this weekend in a large part because I've gotten so much time to play around in the kitchen. I've always wanted to try and make homemade turkey or chicken soup. I tried chicken soup once early in my marriage and it was an undeniable disaster. I ended up with greasy water. But, on a whim, I saved the turkey carcass on Thursday, and stuck it in the fridge. Friday I threw it in a stock pot with water, carrots, onions, celery, garlic and a bunch of spices and let it all simmer for a couple of hours.
At this point I was nervous. I had greasy water that kinda tasted like turkey. But I strained out the big pieces and let it cool overnight in the fridge. This morning I skimmed the fat off the top, and after obtaining cheesecloth, strained the whole mess again. Did some re-seasoning and voila! Pretty tasty turkey stock. I froze a bowl-full and set aside another bowl-full to make rice in the next day or two.
To make the soup (interestingly enough, Emeril was on TV also making turkey soup as I was doing this), I just heated up the stock, tossed in more celery, some frozen vegetables, and some cubed turkey, followed by parsley, rosemary, thyme, and pepper (any near-reference to Simon and Garfunkel is entirely unintentional). After it simmered for a bit, I put in the egg noodles. It was phenomenal. I was so pleased. It was a perfect dinner for a cold and windy afternoon. I definitely want to keep experimenting with soups this winter.
(I'm starting to wonder if I should make a cooking filter.)
I had to laugh tonight, because my weekend would seem so horribly boring to some people. I mean, I spent Saturday night sitting with my mom, cross stitching and watching figure skating. But I loved it. This has been the most peaceful, relaxing four days I've had in a long, long time.
November 26, 2003
Man oh man
I am never buying a frozen pumpkin pie ever again. My pies turned out perfect. I just tried a piece and good lord are they good. The recipe I used is here. I ended up using a 19 oz. can of pumpkin instead of a fresh pumpkin, and pecan halves instead of chopped pecans. I can't get over how good they turned out. I'm hoping they'll be as good cold as they are warm.
To further my girlishness, I got book of cross stitch charts that are beyond amazing. I know what I'm doing after I finish my current project!
Have a happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Or a happy Thursday. Or both. :)
November 25, 2003
You'd think it'd be easy to find a sugar pumpkin (a.k.a. a pie pumpkin) during the week before Thanksgiving. You'd think that, but you'd be wrong. I'm planning to make my first pumpkin pie from scratch tomorrow, but this is apparently hinging on whether or not I can find a pumpkin today. I've never made a pie of any sort before, so this should be interesting. (No, I'm not making a crust from scratch. I'm not masochistic.)
In other news, I'm about two-thirds of the way through my first read-through of my novel. I don't hate it. It needs, however, a hell of a lot of work to make a working second draft.
In other other news, overheard at gaming on Sunday (which was Werewolf, after an extended hiatus):
"What's the worst she could do?"
"I'm thinking of a word. It starts with 'e' and ends with 'visceration'."
November 24, 2003
I'm really a real writer!
I got writer-spam in my inbox today. I must be a real writer. The spammers have classified me as such.
(Then again, they've also classified me as a home-owning, debt-ridden, insomniac, dieting, bestiality-loving, small-breasted person with a small, limp penis, so this might not mean anything at all.)
November 21, 2003
I've seen this before, but I always forget about it. SO FUNNY. (Warning, crude language and so forth.)
November 20, 2003
The best line from Angel
The best line from Angel last night:
"We've got trouble, with a capital T and that rhymes with P and that stands for 'prophecy'."
Of course, it's only funny if you know The Music Man.
November 19, 2003
Michael Kamen, one of my
Michael Kamen, one of my favorite movie score composers, is dead. The article mentions the Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves soundtrack (which, no matter what you think of the movie, had an excellent score), but it doesn't mention some of my other favorites of his, including The Three Musketeers, and the first X-Men movie. His IMDB page is an impressive list of the movies he scored.
In other news, Gene Anthony Ray, who played Leroy in the movie and TV series Fame, also died. If these things go in threes, I'm wondering which other moderately obscure celebrity that I'm fond of is next. :(
November 18, 2003
Alive? Well, mostly...
Between the power going out on Wednesday, the cable modem being out until Friday, going away for part of the weekend, and Microprose, I've been scarce of late.
First of all, Microprose is evil. I'm convinced that their computer games are designed to distract everybody so the company can take over the world. I've gotten sucked into Master of Orion 2 and I can't get out. The thing is, I totally suck at this game. I've only won once, despite having played several games at the Tutor level of difficulty (you know, the step below Easy). And I only won because the other races elected me ruler of the galaxy.
I've also been reading a lot. I started George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones on Wednesday and finished it Sunday night. All I can say is, wow. That seriously rocked. Oddly enough, the style and the storyline reminded me a lot of Sharon K. Penman's books, except that her setting is historical 13th century Wales and his setting is his own fantasy world. The political situation is very similar though, with all of the intrigue and backstabbing going on--which says a lot about his worldbuilding skills. I dove into the second book in the series with interest, but I've slowed down a little (see above, re: Microprose).
Since this past Friday was Dawn and Jason's anniversary, and since Saturday was 7th Sea, I ended up going over to babysit Justin on Friday and staying over. The funny thing is, babysitting Justin isn't a job, it's a chance to just hang out with him. There aren't words for how much I love that kid. We watched "Finding Nemo" and ate pizza, and basically goofed around until I put him to bed. I think the best part was when he climbed up on the couch next to me and curled up while we were watching the movie. Made me go all fuzzy inside. I was reminded why two is the best age. Oh yeah, hanging out with his mom and dad was fun too. ;)
November 14, 2003
Well. At Write Club on Wednesday Mer and Julie were joking about the power possibly going out due to the high winds we had here. I laughed with them, but it never occured to me that our power might go out here. Ha!
Driving home was the most eerie thing, and it took me forever to figure out why I was getting so creeped out. By the time I got to the first Whitmore Lake exit, I understood: there were no lights on anywhere! So I drove home in total darkness except for my headlights, and found our apartment complex dark.
Fine. So, yesterday I sat around curled under a blanket and read A Game of Thrones (which I'm nearly halfway through now, it's excellent). Finally the power came back on around 4pm. But the cable didn't. Including the cable modem.
So, I spent last night inflicting some of my favorite movies on my mom. ("Much Ado About Nothing" she liked--I think I'm making a Branagh fan out of her, slowly but surely.) I wake up today. Still no cable. I managed to get online via a modem and a free internet connection. Very frustrated. Charter says they are aware of the outage and are working on it. They need to work faster, damn it.
Incommunicado until further notice. If you need to reach me, you'll have to call me or text message me--there's a link from my user info.
November 10, 2003
Didn't "Behind the Music" used
Didn't "Behind the Music" used to be this engrossing, expose'-type show that pulled out all of a musician's dirty secrets and talk about them and stuff? I'm seriously disgusted. I admit, I watched the Britney Spears BTM (mostly because it came on after "I Love the 80s Strikes Back" and I was too lazy to change the channel, I swear). There was no expose'. If VH-1 had done any more ass-kissing they would have gotten lip cramps. And her brand new album got mentioned about every other minute. I'm thoroughly disappointed. Behind the Music: The Sellout Years. Feh.
November 09, 2003
I promise, I didn't try to fix my answer here...
...although it'd be pretty easy with that quiz. :P Also, so full of typos and misspellings that it's painful.
Selkie. You are a fun loving, ocean going type of
person. The waves draw you in with their
hypnotic rythme, and you just can't resist the
siren's lul of the ocean. You are disapointed
in humans, and even your fae cousins for not
appreciating the ocean and all of it's wonders.
If only they could see there is more than what
meets the eye, that dreams live under the sea
as well...then maybe they would not scoff.....
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November 07, 2003
1. What food do you like that most people hate?
Brussel sprouts. They're little cabbages! And I like cabbage.
2. What food do you hate that most people love?
I dunno what most people love, necessarily. I don't like hot stuff. Anything that causes pain has got to go.
3. What famous person, whom many people may find attractive, is most unappealing to you?
Ashton Kutcher. Totally don't get it.
4. What famous person, whom many people may find unappealing, do you find attractive?
Okay, there's appealing and there's physically attractive. I'm assuming this question is equating 'appealing' with 'physically attractive'. Making that assumption, I gotta say John Goodman. Jack Black, when he's not trying to gross people out. What can I say? I like big guys.
5. What popular trend baffles you?
Most of them, really. Probably reality TV has to be at the top of the list.
November 06, 2003
Music for buckling swashes
Damn music. Now I want to write something big and epic adventure-y about men in tight pants and billowy shirts and women with repartee as impressive as their decolletage. And I can't, cause I'll hit every single cliche there is and it'll suck.
Gah. At the very least, I want to run my own 7th Sea game, or something. Music like this should not go to waste.
November 05, 2003
I have spent far too much time today playing around with my Launchcast radio station. If you wanna see what a weird (no, no, it's not weird, it's eclectic) mix of music I like, go check it out.
I've also spent a good part of the afternoon downloading as much bluegrass as I could get my hands on--one wonders how many versions of "Cripple Creek" a person really needs. Apparently more than I have. I have to say though, I knew bluegrass had a lot in common with traditional Celtic music, but I am astounded at how similar a lot of bluegrass instrumentals are to various traditional Celtic instrumentals, especially the stuff I have by the Tannahill Weavers. Replace the pipes with a banjo and it's nearly identical.
How wimpy am I?
I had Chunky Grilled Chicken and Sausage Gumbo for lunch, it was so hot (to me, at least) that my sinuses cleared and sweat broke out on my upper lip and forehead. It's freakin' Campbells soup, for crying out loud. How hot could it really be? Of course, the amusing part was when Rumpus decided to be sneaky and start licking the bowl when I was finished. Whoops. He's still sneezing and shaking his head.
November 02, 2003
And now, a poem:
Lisa 09:31 pm October 13th, 2003 Randomness
I decorated the end
autobiographical as autobiographical as a SPARKLY
minivan.which birthday to eat.
Yay.More roane: Okay,
except that I attend that it I
insist that leads all the
be an uprising in a little
But lazy since finishing The computer, then I
think of not begin again
been nothing but also, ready to have
off yet I did it. I
(You know, I really like the line "Daughter, be an uprising". I should do something with that.)
P.S. NaNoWriMo? What's that? I hate the 500 words I wrote yesterday, debating scrapping entire idea and choosing different novel idea.