A very good witch found me and told me a story about February, and helped me remember about bones.

I think I'll go on a very long hike, maybe tomorrow, and try to clear a way past this Bone Moon I'm starving through.

Some of you renew my faith in Life, the Universe, and Everything.

Is it really that weird that I find Michio Kaku ridiculously sexy?

Someone more in touch with the rest of humanity assures me it's bizarre...but I can't help it. I want to curl up in his brainpan and dream of electric sheep.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes, guys. Some made me giggle, some made me blush (or my own closest equivalent,) all brightened my day a whole lot.


One step closer to being as creaky and wrinkled as the rest of you! :)

Walking the dog in the front yard this morning, I spotted a four leafed clover. Bending down to pick it up, fifteen more popped out at me, and one with five leaves.

1. Our yard is probably infested with fairies.

2. Beltane's coming up.

Yes, you...foodies...all of you.

You have faaaaiilled me!

Why, oh sweet baby jeebus WHY did none of you tell me about HONEY PIG?!?!?!

I have had a well documented APB out for Korean BBQ for years now, and none of you told me about this miracle?

And if it's because you didn't know yourself, consider yourselves informed, and in fact charged with trying it for yourself. Maybe not just yourself, though, because I need about half a dozen more people to take with me next time so that I might have a fighting chance of making a dent in the unbelievable tastiness.

The photos in the blog linked pretty much sum it up, except for "OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!" It was an absolute revelation, and for widely-traveled foodies like D and me, those are rare.

Honey Pig. Go there. Stuff your face. Thank me.

Have been out of "it"...out of town, out of time, out of my head...came back with some valuable conclusions. Inscribed them permanently in my flesh (well, paid a professional to do so.)
While healing that, got sick.
Still sick.
Still half-unpacked.
Still coping with shifting paradigms.



...Still Not King.



Anyway: Please, ladies and germs, go and give this poor girl some advice. She's pretty, personable, single, and confused. You probably don't know her, or not very well, but you'd like to. And she's sending out a cry for help. Offer your perspective. Offer a poignant anecdote. Offer a distracting webcomic. Say something, relevant or otherwise, because it's nice to feel heard. And we all hate shouting into the void.

Benedicite.

I'm almost to where I can find my ass with both hands and a flashlight. Almost.

I'm pretty sure it's in one of those boxes over there, wrapped carefully in newspaper.

Or maybe one of the ones in the garage...

I have internets again, though.

When you live with geeks, computers get unpacked before asses...

...and almost everything else, excluding the coffee maker, which rode down in the passenger seat of my car and was installed with due reverence before we'd even opened the Uhaul.

I'm hoping that there will be a Triumphal Return trip to the Your Dekalb Farmer's Market in the near future.

That sounds way more fun than unpacking.

"The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year. No guarantees when, it will be a total surprise!
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint something. I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to repost, and repost right away. We can all make stuff and make someone's day a little bit brighter!!"

I can knit like mad (or at least I can in theory, if I ever get a chance to sit down...) and I know I have a lot of kickass writers, musicians, artists and crafters on here, many of you indeed extremely strange...aren't you all dying to exchange handmade phat lootz?

I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF HOUSEHUNTING I HATE HOUSE HUNTING I WANT IT TO BE OVER!!!!!



...and i think i've had too much coffee today.

Fish with MIRRORS for EYES

SCIENCE!

I have a bottle of Patrooooooooonnn!

I have the best husband in the whole world.

Really...I thank the gods for him every day as we play together in this life we're building, and every night as our dreams melt into one another in the quiet warmth of our bed.

I am so fucking lucky.

merovius pretty much said it, with his usual elegant precision.

Why, oh why do I not have girlfriends (or maybe slightly outrageous, catty boyfriends) with whom to consume mass quantities of mojitos? I have this mint plant that's threatening world domination...you know how uppity they get with just a little bit of rain...and y'know the only way to really thwart those is

RUM. Lots and lots of RUM.

And maybe some lime juice and simple syrup.

1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.
4) Optional extra: Post a comment at http://www.verygoodtaste.co.uk/uncategorised/the-omnivores-hundred/ linking to your results. (They also have Wikipedia links to some of the obscure ones.)
5) Italicize the ones you'd especially like to try.
Thanks to [info]renwick for this distracting meme.

The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:

This.

Give it a minute.









Yes....yes, that IS a Popple Furry.








Ok, I updated.
Happy now?



Wait, don't answer that. I don't want to know if the Popple made you "happy."

This is the cookie recipe everyone was interested in last weekend, stolen from the NYT:

( Best Cookies Evar )

Have been caught up in my own projects lately, and so not keeping up with reading and/or commenting here as I probably should. Except for these weird little forays into catching up, where I read a few entries, comment on something random, and then get called away from the computer...

Some of those projects are culinary: we found a smoker for sale online for a third of what we'd intended to spend on a new one, so snapped it up and then we had to try it out so there were mesquite smoked chickens and potatoes. And OMG my wonderful, clever, godlike husband has made us smoked chicken alfredo from the leftovers of our trial run. His homemade smoked chicken alfredo is one of the tastiest things I've ever eaten. The smoky taste of the mesquite blends all through the rich, from-scratch alfredo like you wouldn't believe...

I have been indulging in my long standing love affair with blueberries. We bought a gallon of fresh picked, locally grown organic blueberries for way cheap from some very friendly meth heads in the neighboring town who apparently have prolific, high-quality blueberry bushes. We've since found an even better price, but I'm not sure the new ones are organic. Bonus points for not having to do business with meth heads, though, even if they were very nice. One day, if I ever settle down long enough for them to mature, I will plant blueberries of my very own.

Also, the elusive home-baked english muffin has been bitch-slapped and made to call me Daddy. Slam dunk on the first try with an awesome recipe. These are way better than store bought, nicer texture and tastier, and maaaaaybe a quarter the price. This morning we had homemade english muffins with poached eggs, and I feel that eggs benedict on demand is within our grasp. Keeping chickens rocks. So does baking.

Other projects are less tasty, but even more time consuming.

In fact, I should be working on them now. Will try to catch up on everyone's entries sometime in the very near future.

Your result for The Attachment Style Test...

The Free Agent

24% Anxiety Over Abandonment and 25% Avoidance Of Intimacy

Take The Attachment Style Test at HelloQuizzy

Schweet. I wanted to be Han Solo as kid. Maybe I still have a chance to travel the universe in some kind of massive interstellar Weedabago with my BFF Wookie by my side.

Today I planted some jasmine under our bedroom window.




That's one of those things I want to remember when I'm ninety.

...or, erm, on toast, maybe...

69%


And then I'll wash you all down with a nice mojito! Got some great mint going in the garden for it:


95%ALCOHOLIC


Not to be a party pooper, but I do object to the rating "Alcoholic" to describe anyone who actually knows what they're drinking. Part of me thinks it's a bit insulting to the real alcoholics. I know quizzes like this are all in fun, and the questions on this one were all obviously really basic, but I've run into all too many people who really uphold the idea that if you know anything about alcohol or even *gasp* keep alcohol in the house then you MUST be an alcoholic. It's a way of thinking I've seen surprisingly often, and I wonder if it's a Bible Belt thing, or an American thing, or what...

72 As a 1930s wife, I am Superior Take the test!

...this is priceless. Both the test, and the score that -I- managed to get (amazingly few points off for boozin' and wenching.)