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I got up this past Saturday morning to no hot water. Not “run out of hot water” no hot water – I mean, “no water coming out of the tap” no hot water, so… No shower for me.
Luckily, as it turns out, because I was surprised (oddly, considering I’ve lived in the Great White North all my life) to find my vehicle buried under 8 inches of snow.
It took me 20 minutes to shovel the Prissy Van off. I can’t reach the middle of the roof, either, so for all of Saturday she looked like she was wearing a frozen mohawk (now THERE’S a good name for a drink – somebody should invent that).
Thankfully, the plowman had been in during the night, so the driveway was clear. As I was wading my way around the van, brushing and scraping, I had a thought that ‘wouldn’t it be a bugger if I got stuck in that slush border surrounding me?’
And didn’t I get stuck…? Yes. Yes, I did. Note to self: don’t say this shit out loud.
Finally, after wailing to the Universe that I was only kidding, dammit, the van rolled straight out. I went squishiing in to work only 3 minutes late, with both shoes full of melting snow.
Anyway… that’s what’s new with me. Oh yeah, other than Christmas. Christmas is all over the freaking place here. Check out my 2010 Christmas card at Les Becker Designs… in fact, click on that and go buy a dozen cards from me. Your mom will love it, and right now, it’s 50% off! * – use promo code CARDFREESHIP .
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Better yet, come to the mall and buy a flat screen tv – I got lots left.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Raise Your Glass” – Pink
When Ruby was a young girl, her school in Northland had a fair once a year, in the spring. It offered the usual school fair “stuff” of the era; games of chance, 4H projects, etc., and students could show off (and sell) their needlework and baked goods.
One year, Ruby won a needlepoint contest – got a trophy and everything. Another year, she and her sister Joycie entered a singing contest. They won 10 cents each for climbing up on the back of a hay wagon and singing “The Little Shirt My Mother Made for Me.”
The real killer year for Ruby, though, was The Year of the $5 School Cake.
She and her sisters each baked up something to sell at the school bake table every year. This year, Ruby had baked a chocolate layer cake. It was a beautiful cake and she was really proud of it.
On the walk to the fair, Ruby fell behind a little, walking veeeerrrryyy carefully to make sure her cake survived the journey intact. She was just coming to the edge of the fairground, far behind her sisters, when a stumbling drunk guy comes reeling towards her, and stops her.
“Hey,” says the drunk. “Whad’ya got there?”
Ruby tells him she’s got a chocolate cake to put on the school bake table.
The drunk says, “Yeah? I’ll give you $5 for it.”
Ruby, not being stupid, promptly handed him the cake. $5 richer, she went wandering around the fair grounds until she found her father at the ice cream stand.
Her father loved ice cream. He looked forward to the school fair every year, just so he could get an ice cream cone. He also loved children, and every year, he bought every kid that came along an ice cream cone too.
When Ruby found him, he asked, “Did you sell your cake?
Ruby said, “Yup,” and told him about the drunk, and showed him the $5.
Now, Ruby’s dad had probably just blown (at 5 cents a cone over 20 or 30 kids) around a buck and a quarter. Ruby, on the other hand, had just gained $5 by scalping her own school cake. All her father could think of to do was laugh.
Ruby has no memory of what she might have spent that $5 on, and it drives her crazy that she can’t remember.
“That was an awful lot of money back then,” she says.
All I can picture when she tells this story, is the drunk – stumbling through the woods and across fields carrying a chocolate layer cake…
Not-So-Random Song-for-the-Day: “The Little Shirt My Mother Made for Me” – Marty Robbins
So I’ve been amusing myself in the wee hours when unable to sleep. I’ve been playing with Flash programming again, and finding out first hand, again, how time-sucking it is. By the time I’m tired enough to sleep, it’s too late to sleep!
A few years back, I had a spectacular idea for a flash splash page for my web space. I got as far as posting a photoshopped jpg. Last night/this morning/whatever I loaded that jpg into Flash and made it wink.
I be proud.
I hope to pick away at more animation over the next few weeks. Some funny stuff, and eventually, some downright spooky, if I continue to suffer with insomnia.
I hope you’ll check on it now and again to see how I’m doing.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Blackbird” – Marcy Playground
You would think I could have it both ways.
Tha “art” of building a bento box is, apparently, a lesson in meditation. One learns patience and serenity blah, blah, blah while getting the food ready to pack, and then designing a pleasing arrangement in the container.
It gets really complicated if you try to take it seriously and impart “wishes” into the arrangement for the person you’re feeding.
These two boxes took over 45 minutes to create, between the washing, slicing, dicing and arranging and rearranging.
By the time I got finished I was just wishing I’d decided to pack a sandwich. I didn’t get a lot of mediation value for my time, I don’t think.
I have to admit, though, that it kind of did feel like time well spent; I fridged my lunch ’til morning, and went to bed looking forward to an inspirational meal break next day.
By then, though, the serenity spell had worn off. It was a good lunch, but I don’t think the prep. time was worth the few minutes it took to scarf it down.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “California Girls” – Katy Perry (feat. Snoop Dogg)
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Love the Way You Lie” – Eminem – featuring Rihanna
Ugly Casserole is as simple as it gets. You can’t get much more simple than 3 ingredients: ground meat of any kind, a couple of potatoes, and a can of beans.
The ground meat can be anything – what you see here is a combination of ground chicken and ground Ummm. Something – I just can’t remember. Might be turkey.
Preheat your oven to around 350 degrees F.
Meanwhile… mix your ground meat up with whatever spices and/or fillers you generally add. I add onion and garlic powders, pepper and a little hot sauce.
Mix all this around until you think it’s as evenly mixed as it’ll get. Or until you get sick of mixing it. Stick it in the fridge to ponder its last few minutes of rawdom.
Scrub a few potatoes really well and slice them up evenly, unpeeled. I like this handy-dandy little whatchamacallit for its speed and the evenly sliced results.
It can be a dangerous beast though if you don’t use a guard. I seem to have misplaced the guard to my slicer, so I have to watch for knuckle shavings in the potatoes.
Layer the potato slices in the bottom of a glass casserole dish. I use glass to thwart “stickage” later.
Make 2 or 3 layers, dabbing bits of butter or margarine between layers, along with a little salt and pepper. If you have an onion, chop it up and layer that in there, too.
Now, take your ball of shmushed-up meat mixture and plonk it right on top of the potato layers.
I KNOW!! It’s gross! Plonk it on there, anyway. Now smush it down good and flat and even.
Then, take a fork and poke a bunch of holes into the surface.
Now when you dump your can of beans over the ground meat, the juice will seep down into the forkholes. I don’t know if “forkholes” is a real word, or not, but I like it, anyway.
Now, see, this doesn’t look ugly, yet. Wait for it.
Put a lid on the casserole dish and stick your victim in the preheated oven.
Keep your fingers crossed for about 45 minutes that someone in the house will yell, “What the hell is that smell?” before the whole thing boils over and sizzles itself all over your oven floor.
Smart money would have you set a timer and check the thing before it explodes sideways. Me now, I’ve never been too smart with money, so I generally have a mess when I make this.
About half-way through your cooking time – I don’t know… 25 minutes maybe? – you need to check for “done-ness” by poking a longer fork down to the bottom of the dish, and through the potatoes. If the potatoes fight back, you still have a ways to go…
At this point, though, you should swivel your casserole lid so some air escapes. This would be to help prevent that oven blow-out that I get. Every time.
You’ll know it’s done when you can scoop it out of its cooking dish and it doesn’t resemble bloody brains. Brains are fine, but bloody brains require further cooking time.
It’s done! Enjoy – assuming, that is, that you get the nerve up to put any in your mouth…
Yes, it’s ugly. But it really is good.
My immediate surroundings are a little on the macabre side. I’m speaking here of my space, my attic loft, my Belfry – where I tend to hibernate.
It’s a cool space – to a degree. I don’t mind having a secret panel in the wall – that part of things is pretty frickin’ groovy, but the bloody handprints on the walls have got to go.
Same with the mod green rope lights.
And the staples. Thousands of staples. Why for they’re there I don’t know, but they gotta go, too.
I’m gonna need paint. Lots and lots of paint. I’m going to put a base coat of plain white on all the wall panels, and go from there as far as a colour scheme, but before I can do that I have to take down about 200 feet of rope lights that are screw-nailed into the walls.
And then I gotta pull all those F-ing staples out.
I’ve tightly scheduled in time next Friday and Saturday to get the walls “paint-ready”. A pair of pliers, a bottle of rum, and about 4 hours oughtta do the trick…
I’ll keep you posted.
Random Song-for-the-Day: “Please Don’t Go” – Mike Posner
I’m actively “smallering” my possessions in a bid to eventually own just enough “stuff” to fit in a revamped school bus (yes, @robgokee, it’ll be a short bus) – then further revamped into an RV – which will then be known as My Future Home on Wheels.
No, I don’t have my bus yet. I’m confident that a short bus will just fall in my lap when I’ve successfully smallered my life.
To that end, I’ve scheduled some smallering time for this Friday and Saturday. I’m starting with the Ya Never Know wardrobe, which never actually gets worn, it’s just there cuz ya never know… I might need to wear some of it. Some day.
On a daily basis, I wear either my work uniform, or leggings under one of two black sweatshirts, both exactly the same. The sweatshirts were part of the uniform from my previous night job. The leggings are because I don’t like to wear pants. I own 10 pairs of jeans, only one pair of which I like to wear, and then, only if the occasion warrants pants.
It’s surprising how few occasions actually arise that require pants-wearing on my part. Errr… Parts.
So I’m purging most everything. This Friday and Saturday. I really, really am.
You can all help by pitching in to refurbish the short bus when the time comes.
Or send rum. Lots and lots of rum.
Seriously. SIXTY. DOLLARS. I mean, really: Holy shit!
I had to remind myself (repeatedly) through Halloweén week of my recently adopted “Zen” Attitude. Throughout the scrubbing of ketchup and peeling of chewed-up chewing gum from doorknobs (actually, I thought that was hilarious, but that’s just because Ky, AKA Robin, was the one to turn the knob and gross out), to the near-heart attack over the SIXTY. DOLLAR. CELLOPHANE. SUPER-HERO COSTUME (!!!), to the broken tooth (yes, Karma for the ill-gotten gains swiped sneakily from Robin’s treat-bag), I’ve “Ohm”ed and “Zen”ed my way into a whole ‘nother plane of existence.
I’m Zen, baby.
I think I just like saying the word “Zen”. It just sounds , well… “Zen”, doesn’t it? If ever a word embodies its definition phonetically (now there’s a turn of phrase for you – I just made that up!), it’s “Zen”.
And I think I’ve just proven that just saying “Zen” often enough will make you stoned. Now, that’s “Zen”, right there.
Anyway, that’s been my only recent excitement of late. Behind the scenes now, I’ve been busyish with this new space. I’ve been methodically stealing posts from the old blog, “Where the Walls are Soft”, over to here – particularly The Landlady stories, and The Father Chronicles. Once I’ve got them all moved, I’ll actually begin to post untold stories.
And speaking of untold stories, I’ve been posting chapters of my novella, “Magic” here. They’re not “live” yet, cuz I’ve lost my nerve again. Workin’ on that…
Not-So-Random Song-for-the-Day: “Batman” Theme Song – 70’s