viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Do Not Jump Into Tiger's Mouth)
I just want to say how much I loved all the well-written, sometimes witty objections to the open source boob project, thanks internets. What I want to know and haven't seen yet, is where the con com was/is during this kerfuckle. Are they planning on letting this guy back to another of their cons? They're fools if they are.

I was going to post my own thoughts about all this, about how for most of my life I thought the best way to defeat sexism was to pretend that it didn't bother me, or to come up with my own clever ways of making myself feel like garbage. The good news is that I don't do that anymore. I have a great life with a terrific gal who loves me and am in a profession that is mostly female, which does a lot for my well-being.

So who wants to see pictures of shelter cats? You do, you do! )

If you know someone who's looking to adopt a doofus and they live in Northwest Indiana, point them in this direction. /PSA
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Default)
Or Happy Autumn to you nice Antipodeans or whatever the hell you call yourself down there.

I come bearing random bits and bobs.

Today I saw lots of little green points poking their way out of the soil, so it looks like a lot of the iris bulbs I got through Freecycle last fall are doing their job, hooray! I did a little tiny peanut dance in celebration, and a little tiny good luck peanut dance as we're supposed to get a billion feet of snow starting sometime tonight.

The megachurch held a pastor school or some such slop this week. )

Someone this week asked me what my Eat More Kale bumpersticker meant. (...) It's complicated.

Last night I put the finishing touches on my vegan banana nut muffins and chocolate chip cookies for the Humane Society bake sale, and I think they turned out really well this time. The recipe in Vegan with a Vengeance is a great starting point-- I especially like the tablespoon of molasses, it's a nice kick-- but it really needs some whizzed silken tofu to bind everything together better. Vali thinks I'm mental, that god made milk, eggs, and cream specifically for dessert. And I really can't argue, but I like the novelty of it. I've become much like my dad, except I tinker in the kitchen and he tinkers in the garage. I also did a very 'Dad' thing when I saw an empty tupperware container blow by me in the parking lot-- namely, run after it, stick it in the car, and take it home to be washed. Economy! (eyeroll)

I have fallen in love with this cat. He is a ginormously shy fraidy cat that will curl up and purr and make little paws on you in less than ten minutes of cooing and brushing. I think I'm gonna stick him in my bag next time I go over to the shelter.

I've finished course 2 in my Spanish audio lessons. Only one more to go! *collapses* I can't believe I started this like three years ago.

So I've decided I want to watch last night's Torchwood ep, but only for the good Jack/Ianto articles. Someone help a poor fangirl out with Youtube links please?
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Darkplace Homos)
First bike to work day of the day. Lovely day, good temperature, Windy As Fuck. But I get the wind to my back when I go home, so that's going to be supersweet.

Yesterday I volunteered at my first offsite pet adoption event with the local humane society. I got to stumble around like a clueless newbie that got in the way for the most part, but I did get to walk a couple of dogs, someone filled out an application for the kittens, and someone else was interested in fostering and I got to connect the dots with her, so that was nice.

I'm still trying to get used to this whole "walk the dog" thing. I like friends' dogs just great, but I'm leery of walking shelter dogs because I'm afraid they'll slip the leash and run out into the street and die and it will all be my fault, or I'll do something that'll remind the dog of something traumatic in their past and they'll rip my head off and I'll die and it'll all be my fault. But the other thing is, dog walking looks really fun. And most of the dogwalkers come back from their walks and most of them still have their limbs attached. It's a puzzler.

So yesterday I walked a little four year old miniature pinscher/pug mix (imagine *those* parents, if you will) that looks like she'd given birth to half the puppies in Northwest Indiana. I liked her: She didn't bark, got along with other dogs well enough, and tolerated stupid humans. When she'd pull on the leash I'd stop walking. Eventually, after enough times, we went as many as twenty steps without her pulling on the leash. In short, my kind of dog.

And then I went home to snag Vali to take her out for ice cream. This place in particular. It was goooood ice cream. Now we have another place to take our pals when they come visit, and it's just right down the road, an amazing find. Buy it from the grumpy man, I dare ya!

Not much else apart from that. Work is frustrating as always, but at least I have an office with a window. After being in PetSmart for hours under dim lights, you realize how much you take natural lighting for granted.
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Black Books: Manny Bo Peep)
Someone just posted a recipe for hasperat. Vegan Star Trek food. WHICH I AM TOTALLY MAKING. I'm going to modify it with chili oil instead of soy sauce, use roasted red pepper hummus with horseradish and maybe some julienned tofu. And it will be amazing.

Side note: has anyone else noticed that vegans eat waaaay too much salt? Not just this recipe which is supposed to be salty, I'm talking about any vegan recipe out there. And I say this as someone who loves salt, immediately half any salt/tamari/soy sauce that's in the recipe. In soup, use water instead of those "salt-free" bouillon cubes, which contain tons of potassium (this via [ profile] violetisblue, whose health depends on this sort of knowledge). I guarantee you won't miss it.

Also by way of Vali, a decent soy sauce substitute: one part blackstrap molasses to two parts balsamic vinegar and enough ginger powder to taste. It's more teriyaki than soy, but it gets the job done.

Today was much better than yesterday. I slept late and read the next mystery in my monthly mystery book discussion. If this book were food, it would be a very nice American beer-- light and bubbly and with absolutely no aftertaste. It was perfectly unobjectionable, and the killer was spoiler )

Then I went to the shelter and got a couple of cats adopted (someone actually reads the adoptable pets section of the local paper, who knew?), then came home and made this soup, chickpea cutlets, and steamed peas and carrots. Then a friend of mine who I haven't spoken to in a while called up and we chatted. Then Vali and I decamped to the bedroom to watch tv and that brings us up, I guess.

We're toying with the idea of leaving the tv in the bedroom, rules of feng shui and all that garbage be damned.
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (strangle!)
Vali had the day off because of the nasty winter weather (all of her co-workers live in unincorporated hellholes that don't have money for commie pinko socialist programs like snow removal). I, otoh, had to go.


I was really grumpy about it, especially when I accidentally removed the driver's side windshield wiper and spent 15 minutes in the snow trying to put the fucking thing back on. Eventually I pleaded with a neighbor help my poor frustrated self. Yes, I'm 36 and don't know how to put on my own windshield wipers. Now is your moment to feel superior.

Vali's all relaxed and stuff, updating her Recs Page and generally just having a swell time. I look at her and think, it must be nice not to be perpetually grouchy. I should try it sometime.

So I subscribe to a mailing list called Meatout Mondays, and this week they had a recipe for jalapeno poppers made with vegan cream cheese. They were FRANTASTIC. ::thud:: Vali and I have become popper eatin' fools. The irony is that I almost deleted the recipe because it had the subject line "poppers" and thought it was more spam.

(I realize the mailing list is just so much vegan product placement, but in this case Tofutti's Better Than Cream Cheese totally deserves it. Nom Nom Nom.)

the recipe, for those folks who are interested )

Along with the jalapeno poppers, I made tempeh wingz, tempeh bacon, and banana nut muffins. With butter. When they find a nonhydrogenated margarine that doesn't taste like ass, I will be more than happy to make the switch. Until then.

Cinematic Titanic's newest project, The Oozing Skull, is really excellent. We were too nervous, worried that it might suck, to fully appreciate how good it was the first time we watched it, but now we're really in the swing of things. It's really hard to make fun of a movie without descending into open contempt for the finished project. I guess I missed the Joel years more than I realize. The point is, you should buy it and stuff. (My favorite riff is the title of this entry.)

Took co-worker friend to see her Garfield cat again today. She really likes him, but hasn't committed yet. I'm not telling her because it's not right to be pushy, but if she wants him she'd better act quick. He's a completely adorkable squeeze toy attention hound. I came in today to find him all propped up on the lap of luxury on some nice lady's lap. But it's cool, I just want to see him get adopted into a nice home, I really don't care where ultimately.

Went trolling through Doctor Who Icons last night. I found some really excellent ones, and yet I still feel grumpy and dissatisfied.

Three rhetorical questions for you Doctor Who fans all out there )

And Billie Piper, isn't there a union rule that says you HAVE to let other actresses take a few roles? The UK acting community has collapsed because she is currently in every 3rd role on television. Please stop her before she inevitably gets tagged to play Mary Russell. The sad thing is, she would be *perfect* to play Mary Russell; she sort of has the lock on "I'm an irritating blonde twat who grinds the action to the halt and has the entire universe revolve around her" roles.


Mmm. Peckish. Poppers are a-callin'. Then I have to finish The Game. Only 120 pages left to go. (::cries::)
viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Leave Robert Denby alone!)

The downstairs lamp finally crapped out in a rather dangerous fashion, with metal bits breaking off in the extension cord. Apparently the 70s thrift store lamp couldn't watch me flail about on the stepper anymore and had to take matters in its own hands. So I took it out to the easement. When I looked back, it looked so much like Lantern Waste that I had to take a snap before it gets gakked.

DON'T ANSWER THE FAUN! (I stole that from Anthony Lane.)

On Sunday I'm taking a co-worker to meet this cat...

(See me in the reflection? Work it, babe, hike your leg up! Look all fat and bunchy there's a good boy!)

She's looking for a cat that looks like Garfield. She's never owned a cat before, so I have my doubts whether this will pan out. She wants to be a cat owner, but she's actually kind of nervous around them. However, from the little I've been with Red he seems a pretty laid back cat, pretty forgiving of humans. Like I said, I'm not expecting anything, but we'll see.

Off today. Worked out, made some tofu scramble and am now sitting on my duff. Going to a friend's tonight. She's celebrating Burns Night tonight. Garth Marenghi's opinion of Robert Burns is only slightly higher than mine. Really I'm going for the wacky company. Yesterday the library's roof leak spread dramatically and the phones stopped working. I fully expect to come to a smoking crater on Saturday.


viedma: I will rule the world! Emperor Cupcake! (Default)
Bill Rebane, Moviemaker and Feminist

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