Quhat happens to phones in cold weather?
Day: November 23, 2009
Parmesan pepper garlic scallion bread is on to bake
I continue my puttering. Margot’s bath video should be up on my youtube site shortly. If you hear something quacking like a duck…. that’s her. Keith’s commentary is so droll, and when he pans up to look at Jeff, that’s pretty funny too.
How not to stay in business….
So I’m reading this, and then I think, I wonder if the restaurant has been reviewed.
Wow.
My laundry is all done and put away. The kitchen floor is blindingly clean and the rugs have been cleaned and dried and put back down. The upstairs cat litter tray has been cleaned and the contents replaced with clean fill. I will be posting Margot’s bath to youtube shortly. I copied out the lyrics of the airforce songs for Paul, Tom and Peggy. Next up, vacuuming and breadmaking. The homily, which was coming along nicely when I was blowing over last night, is not so great today. I know what I want to say, but finding a kindly and honest way of saying it when I want to dance up and down and screech is not possible at present. Just because I’m passive aggressive doesn’t mean that I don’t want to get mediaeval…. I dealt with a bizarre internet display font issue this morning by not panicking, and sure enough, the solution was on line and easy to apply.
I am having a happily humdrum and productive day.
Science roundup
Global warming science. And if you’re wondering why the temperatures on the land haven’t gotten hotter, it may be because the ocean is sucking up most of the earth’s excess heat.
Reposted from reddit (sfw)
So…. my mother, Paul and Chipper have all reported back on my Bodperfect 5.1 parody. People who know me well seem to find it amusing….
Swimming and brussels sprouts
Last night Keith and Paul took me down to the Puddle and I got exercise (so much I was shaking when I got out of the pool). However the shakes vanished when we pooled (ha) resources to make dinner over at Planet Bachelor, which consisted of rice, butter chicken and brussels sprouts. I include the link to the wikipedia article because I think it’s charming to think that some of my all-time favourite fictional characters dined on them, even though brussels sprouts weren’t formally mentioned in any documentation until the late 1500s. Nor was I aware that they are goitrogenic. Nor was I aware there even IS a word like goitrogenic. Man, the schtuff you learn on wikipedia.
Then home, where I found I missed Jeff so much (he’s in Victoria) that I had to call him for tech support on the entertainment system.
He told me, after a long, long pause, that it was the very same thing I’d called him about the last time, and could be fixed exactly the same way.
I include this anecdote for my mother… everyone else is going to think ?+!, and candidly, so do I.
Eddie barfed all over the carpet next to the workbench.
Today I will mount an assault on the cat litter pans, work on a new – and undeliverable – homily, run a vacuum over things, finish a laundry, make some bread preparatory to Jeff’s arrival, and wash the kitchen floor and the cat accoutrements. This is four times as much work as I will actually do, but let’s see how things look at sunset. I’m feeling kinda perky, and that’s just plain wacky for 5 in the morning.
I’m going to have butter chicken for breakfast. Why not? Maybe I’ll drape a piece of bacon overtop.