June 2007 Archives
IMPORTANT QUESTION. LIVES ARE AT STAKE.
Hey, anyone out there taking this Alli stuff? There’s one thing I keep meaning to ask about it.
That sort of bloopy blue plastic thing I keep seeing in pictures of the package… what the hell is that?! Is it a stress thing to squeeze if you get the munchies? Is it a butt plug to help counter the, uh, “treatment effects,” as the brochure so delicately puts it?
ENQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW
[Update: It's just a pill box.]
Things what I have boughten today
- Hand, pineapple, and oval-shaped cutters
- Plastic mold to make 2″ spheres, intended for chocolate, will most likely be used on rice and such
- Package of two markers that write in black food coloring
- Pack of miniloaf-size gold baking cups
- Pack of standard cupcake-size Harry Potter baking cups (with the book and the movie imminent, you can damn well bet the Bento Challenge community has a Harry Potter week coming down the pipe)
- Pack of pink and purple triangular silicone baking cups; was leery of paying $10 for the damn things but the more I look at them, the more I like them
- New bandana in which to wrap my temporary bento box
- Assorted tiny jewelry findings, I swear I just bought crimp tubes a month ago, where the hell did they go?
- Steamer basket
- I HAS A WOK. Okay, I had a wok, I’ve had a wok for years, but I never use it because it is huge and not very good quality and does not clean up well and oh, did I mention FUCKENHUGE? Now I can get rid of it, because I have a lovely wee 9-inch wok.
Saturday Morning Link Roundup
Permit May Be Required For Public Photography in NYC – “New rules being considered by the Mayor’s Office of Film, Theater and Broadcasting would require any group of two or more people who want to use a camera in a single public location for more than a half hour to get a city permit and insurance. The same requirements would apply to any group of five or more people who plan to use a tripod in a public location for more than 10 minutes, including the time it takes to set up the equipment.” Oh, goody. And here I was thinking maybe I could peruse my daily feeds without finding something that pissed me off.
Hobo Signs and Symbols – Warn your fellow hobos about that guy with the gun rack in his pickup.
Cooking By Numbers – No more standing in front of the fridge looking at your sad bachelor food supply and wondering how the hell you’re going to eat dinner without going to the store. You tell it what you have, it tells you what you can cook with it.
Jelly Belly Perfume – I shit you not.
The Encheferizer - børk børk børk!
Big Fat Whale - StumbleUpon showed me this strip, and I had to sit there and poke around for a while after that.
Why you shouldn’t follow directions too closely – Maybe there is such a thing as bad publicity.
blaugh.
Chicken marinated in mead, in theory: sounds awesome, doesn’t it? Chicken likes wine. Chicken likes honey. Should be a match made in heaven, amirite?
Chicken marinated in mead, in practice: Feh! Fail. Probably didn’t help that it was slightly overcooked, but still: EPIC FAIL.
As soon as this ground turkey thaws out, I’m going to make a bunch of gyoza and eat a few of them.
UPDATE: I have never made gyoza before tonight. The recipe seemed simple enough, but I cannot find proper gyoza skins around here. I forgot to get cabbage. This is fine because I would have bought a head and used about three leaves on the gyoza and maybe three or four more before the head went bad. I used carrot, both grated and chopped, instead. I had a little trouble adapting egg roll skins to the proper shape and size. I had a little trouble getting some of them to stick. I have no sesame oil, so they got fried in a bit of olive oil. During the steaming phase three of them decided to stick. Yes, I know, I was just bitching about some of them not sticking before, but these decided to stick TO THE PAN. A little gentle scraping with a spatula saved them.
I now have a pile of gyoza. They’re a little greasy and kind of fragile, but they are DELICIOUS. I ate four and shoved the rest into the freezer to be tucked into lunches and devoured for dinners later.
TURKEY GYOZA GET \o/
…shit, I got a jar of hoisin sauce today with intent to stir a little into the turkey before I wrapped it up. Ah, fuck it. IT IS DELICIOUS GYOZAS, YOU MUST EAT.
Today’s Link Roundup
PC EZ-Bake Oven (via polarbee@LJ) – Shit like this is why I love ThinkGeek. The included dehydrated caffeinated meatloaf mix sounds a little scary, but other than that? Whoever came up with this deserves a damn Nobel Prize. [edit: I was wondering why it gave negative geek points. It's an April Fool's leftover. In my defense there is such a thing as a USB vibrator, I figured anything was possible]
72-year-old man beats living shit out of thief – “I guess he thought I was an easy mark,” Barnes, 72, told The Grand Rapids Press for a story Tuesday. He’s anything but an easy mark: Barnes served in the Marines, was an accomplished Golden Gloves boxer and retired after 20 years as an iron worker. D’oh.
Next time someone catches you peeing in the ocean, tell them you’re feeding the plankton (via SciGuy) – Come on, you know you do.
Dallas police can’t tell difference between fetus and rotten oranges – for God’s sake, stay away from the fruit salad at the police picnic. (and whatever you do, don’t read the comments on that article unless you want to feel brain cells die, apparently there are a lot of people in Houston who are too stupid to read the part that says “O-RANG-ES” and get stuck on “OMG FETUS FETUS FETUS FETUS FETUS”)
Prince decides to give away free CD, music industry executives flip their shit – Proof positive that the best interests the RIAA and their ilk are looking out for aren’t those of the artists.
Programming language inventor or serial killer? (warning: Flash) – I got 7/10.
Strange and wonderful (but totally useless) polls – Would you rather wear clown shoes or a motorcycle helmet for the rest of your life? Gentlemen, which would you least want to get sent to the store to buy for your girlfriend: tampons, makeup, underwear, or Oprah magazine? Answer these and other burning questions at BuzzDash.
*ahem*
So I finally got around to putting some shit on the about page, including a few simple ground rules most of you probably don’t have to worry about. Those of you coming from LiveJournal who were not previously on mah friendslist should give it a once-over. Thank you, please pull up to the next window.
learn2readsignsplz
I stopped at the neighborhood grocery store on the way home to replenish my stores of toilet paper and salad dressing (no correlation). The shopping itself was uneventful. Leaving the store, on the other hand, now that was an adventure!
This is the sort of story that requires badly drawn visual aids to fully relate, I’m afraid. If you’ll direct your attention to the whiteboard…
(cut for more of this shit)
An assortment of relevant bullet points
- Mix wasabi mayo, a splash of white wine, and some dill. Slather it on a salmon filet. Sprinkle it with seasonings of your choice, I used some of the home-mixed cajun stuff a former coworker once gave me. Grill that sonofabitch. It’s omnomlicious.
- I have been using this for a couple weeks now (I am here, as long as we’re being honest). “eat less, move more” actually works for me, amazing.
- Speaking of which: you girls with starting weights of ~120-130 who are as tall as or taller than me, what the hell are you doing there? Go away. Some of us really do need to shed a few pounds. You don’t. GTFO.
- I am the only 33-year-old woman I know who is fighting both wrinkles and zits. WTF, skin.
- My mom found a big box of my childhood crapola, including a stack of Doctor Who and Star Trek: TNG comics and books and some hideous poetry I wrote in junior high. I had to leave it there for now, because I also had a basket of laundry to take home that day. I want those books. ♥
- I updated my bento album in the Gallery with the pinku bento box copypasta. I embrace my weeabooism and share it with you.
- Dear subconscious: if you’re going to put Winchester brothers in my dreams, you could at least have the common goddamn decency to allow me enough lucidity to do something to them besides ask about the stupid zombies outside. KTHXBAI.
- Strangely, even though I now love plain avocados or chunks of avocado in my wraps and salads and sushi and soba, I still hate guacamole. What the hell do they put in guacamole to turn it from delicious butter to nasty green crap?
- Beware of sex pollen flowers. (no context for you, you come back one year)
