Into each life, a little saturated fat must fall. You have been carefully selected as possibly being the kind of wild and crazy (redacted company name) employee who might want to eat a deep fried Mars bar. Our talented chef Chris has agreed — with some misgivings — to deep fry Mars bars for us, but only if at least ten people sign up. As this is a rare culinary delight, I urge you to vote Yes, Please! Please be advised that they are almost impossible to finish, so consider sharing it with somebody. Please be further advised that in the tradition of Scottish cuisine (almost a contradiction in terms), you order it with a side of fries. Your best bet is to plan on eating nothing else that day, and possibly not for 24 hours on either side. I’m going to draw the line at requesting a doctor’s note, though. Please be further, further advised that costs will be announced when we have enough people signed up. Please be further, further, further advised that my distribution list may have missed people who have been dying (possibly literally) to eat a deep fried Mars bar, and that no ill-will is intended if you were forwarded this by someone other than Allegra.
Month: November 2007
Gee-ross redux, now with added cockroaches
Scanged from Boingboing, of course. As is the next link to a weewwy cyute gun!
Looks like a pewter tankard banged into gun shape.
gee-ross
This tap water tastes funny. But what’s funnier is it took more than ten years to figure it out.
Sundry images
This is a quilt one of my coworkers, Yvonne, made. All the women in CS got one. I am an extremely sentimental person, in a gruff, cheesy kind of way, and it makes me sniff when I think about how wonderful my coworkers are.
This is a picture of the house where I grew up in Ottawa. There is now a coster blue spruce out front that’s four stories tall…
The moon from the second last time I was at Jericho. I think I posted something similar earlier, but I just love the feel of it. And I wish the city wasn’t always lit with sodium vapour lights….
My desk, with my Jayne hat (wot nautilus3 knitted for me).
Tapioca
I made some. This time I soaked the pearls overnight and it is NOM NOM NOM NOM. (Milk, sugar, tapioca pearls, vanilla, fresh ground cardamom, cinnamon, almond flavouring.) Hm. Maybe some salt?
Self made media, again
This time about an inflight engine failure.
(link removed due to suspected malware on target site)
Snowplows
By 6 this morning the snowplows / salt trucks had been by three times in 90 minutes. The University is open (although the Library is closed??). It looks like I’ll be wearing boots today.
It is a perfect night to stay home
Here’s why. This pic captures the dreamy quiet feeling on the campus right now, everybody hunkered down and staying put.
For a cool weather pic, check here.
I love iridescent clouds, and we get them a lot in Vancouver, especially in the colder weather at night. Then they are actually called noctilucent clouds.
Contrails aren’t technically clouds, but jet aircraft interact with the atmosphere in interesting ways.
Royal Vancouver Pornographic Society
Yes, I can has invite!!!! I will be going to one of their by invitation only events on Thursday. Strictly for research purposes, of course.
And for those of you who can’t deal with porn, herewith Crying baby and Howling dog.
Baby cries. Dog howls, most affectedly and musically. Baby shuts up to watch the dog. Dog shuts up because baby has stopped crying. Baby starts crying again. Rinse, repeat. A classic demonstration of a feedback loop.
Knock me sideways and zap me with a magnet
It is snowing
Wet, sloppy, melts-when-it-hits the ground blah snow.
Happy Monday
Academy Symphony Orchestra review
An amazing collection of talented strings and some possibly as talented but not so rehearsed woodwinds, brass, etc., played the Shostakovich Festival Overture, a chunk of Charles Wakefield Cadman’s American Suite, Peter Warlock’s Capriol Suite (the Tordion section had some pizzicato which sounded like a thousand fairies all popping their cheeks simultaneously), Vivaldi’s Concerto for Four Violins and String Orchestra in B Minor, and Georges Enesco’s Rumanian Rhapsody No 2 and No 1. The Vivaldi was played with great feeling. The thing I liked the best about the orchestra is the volume control. They could go from very loud to very soft instantly. Sidney Harth (who looked like he was staggering offstage for oxygen between pieces),conducted, and very well. It was a good concert, but not particularly memorable…. except for the tone of the strings, which was divine, and the fairies popping their cheeks thing. You would hae had tae be there.
Thanks to Katie K for manifesting the tickets.
It’s been bally ages since I posted a decent moose picture.
Or linked to one. I didn’t know there was MORE than one moose song for kids. Frankly I wasn’t heretofore aware of ANY.
Origami Bull Moose.
God awmighty, an entire PAGE of Moose Tchotchkes?
and no, I don’t want anything from that page.
Power shop
Pic is of me and Patricia at the party. Hey nautilus3, recognize that jacket??? (honk, tweet, snicker).
So, between 12 and 2 today, I:
Booked the car and ran downstairs and threw a bag of to-be-recycled clothing in it; drove to Planet Bachelor (having phoned and ascertained that Paul wasn’t there and Keith was) and hung with Keith for about 20 minutes, also unloading two books of Paul’s that ended up over here, taking back Katie’s bag and cleaned clothes and Harry Potter VI and VII AND her volume 2 Strangers in Paradise and a couple of free movie tix for Keith AND Paul’s mickey of Ron Superior which I picked up for him in Santo Domingo; then went over to Highgate to the Liquor Store and picked up Saint Ambroise Apricot (I had no idea it was still available), Stella Artois and Lion Winter; dropped off the clothes at the Value Village on Edmonds and picked up a 20% off coupon; went into the store and picked out 4 dresses and bought 3 (all very frou frou, and one is Allegra brand, so that was a giggle – I had wanted to buy it in Costco 4 years ago and here it was for 6 bucks….), then drove like the hammers for the Bay where I ran up the escalator, located a coffee maker to replace the one I broke (set it on a stove burner and turned the wrong burner dial on, quelle morone), paid for it (and some unscented laundry detergent as an impulse buy at the checkout) and drove home. I really don’t think all that in two hours is too shabby.
Last night’s party continues to resonate. They said “eat first” but there were boatloads of food, all really nice substantial appies. Katie K and I wandered around the Georgia O’Keefe exhibit – the party was at the Vancouver Art Gallery. She was a remarkable artist, and a remarkable woman, and I think I’m going to look around for a decent bio of her. I think of all the stuff I saw last night that it was her cityscapes which I found most compelling. I have been trying to think of a word for her style, but I’ll have to use two words instead of one: recklessly beautiful.
Snide note. That fecking DJ couldn’t sync a beat worth beans.
The weather today is simply glorious. I was thinking of continuing cleaning, but I think I’ll go for a walk instead.
Tonight, orchestral music at the Orpheum. Katie K keeps exposing me to Kultur, and I trot meekly behind, trying like hell to look intelligent or keep up. Here she is at the party looking glamourous.
