He left his Essential Fantastic Four on the table and I picked it up. We were discussing the idiocy of Johnny Storm flaming on in his car, and then moved on to his sister:

Me: Well, at least she's the Invisible Woman. That's not too disruptive...
Phip: Girl. She's the Invisible Girl.
Me: Oh, that's riiight. When does she get to be the Invisible Woman?
Phip: Second Wave feminism? *thinks* Wouldn't that have been around then, though...?
Me: Hmmm.
Phip: Don't we have Third Wave... wait, no, that's ska. We have Third Wave ska.
...I get ska and feminism confused.


He's special.

So, I'm a member of a student organization, which is one of many across the country (and a few others), and this past weekend my chapter and another co-hosted our section's yearly service-oriented conference at my university. These conferences involve workshops and networking and blah blah blah blah, and also silly things, like competition between chapters in a pageant-style contest. In drag. It's very cute and a lot of fun, actually - each chapter nominates a woman to be "Mr." and a man to be "Ms." and they get dressed up and do a silly talent and introduce the particular cause their chapter has chosen to focus on, and then there's voting - people put money in the relevant jars, the money goes to charity, etc.

So at the meeting last night, some slides of the event were shown, and when some photos of the contest came up, we were told that, oh, by the way, this was on Facebook, but it shouldn't be, and were admonished not to put up any photos of the competition on Facebook or MySpace because it might interfere with someone getting a job down the line.

WTF.

If you can't get a job with a company because HR found photos of you in (not even very good) drag from a silly competition you took part in in college, for a community-service-oriented organization, that is not a company worth working for (and they may possibly be breaking laws).

I really like this organization, but sometimes I feel like I really don't belong. (It's actually kind of strange - a large chunk of our chapter is Queer in some way, and yet I was the only one when we worked the Academy of Friends gala who had an awesome time with the drag queens (and I really wanted to sock Brian for complaining constantly about maybe, possibly, being vaguely hit on by a very drunk man).)

Yahoo! Mail:

Why must you torment me so?

Stop running ads for Domino's Oven Baked Sandwiches AT ONCE.

Last night there was pan-fried sole and steamed aspargus and delicious crusty bread and I couldn't eat ANY of it. All I can have is cold mushy things, and even those are uncomfortable.

I does mean that I had, basically, a milkshake and pudding cups for dinner last night (and I tried to eat some mashed avocado but stupid me put some spice in it and it stung even through the gauze). Which is one of those childhood dreams that is not realy so awesome when you get to actually do it.

BUT I WANT BREAD. I can't even have *hot* mushy things until this evening, and I'm kind of cold and shivery from all the refrigerated mush (and probably from the Lortab (though I'm not taking much) and because I slept badly and because my face is hot compared to the rest of me except when I have the ice pack on).


Oh, yeah, I had my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday morning. All four of them. The surgeon and his team were awesome (and expensive, holy crap, but I went where my regular dentist referred me, because he's awesome and I trust him and he's been my dentist since I was a baby, except for the nine years I spent living on the other side of the country), but, you know, they still cut four teeth out of my mouth. Also, he does the worst Arnold Schwartzenegger impression ever.

Phip's been really nice, though, fetching me stuff when I took over his bed with the cat I couldn't get up (I initially went into his room just to hang out but got cold and had to get under the blankets - and then the cat got on me and of course I couldn't disturb her, and then I... fell asleep. (I did give him back the bed later when I felt better, but he was very nice about it.) Today he is using my Godiva coupon to get me chocolate for later (since I can't go out and get it) and he's promised to go with me to see Coraline and make sure I don't walk into the street or anything because of the meds. Sometimes he is a good brother.

(Has anyone else been on fentanyl for sugery? Did you see double when you woke up? Even after I got my glasses back, I said "well, that's better, but there are still two clocks on that wall" (my vision is fine now, and I was ona couple of other things, too, so who knows which one it was).

PRESIDENT BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA

okay so I slept through the swearing in and had to watch it recorded instead of live, but I cried. I am so damn proud of my country.

Sender: BigMuscle_koiduex@GayRoughnecks.com Subject: Big Muscle Men for you koiduex

I cracked open a single egg to find two perfectly round, just barely connected yolks. Unfortunately the connection broke as I ran about the house showing it to people, so I have no good picture of what I originally saw.




( For comparison )

Should I put flax seed meal in my challah so I can pretend it's good for me? I need to to do it soon if at all!


GO GO GADGET ADVICE MACHINE



eta: Last.fm has decided it is MUSICAL DAY

http://blog.flickr.net/en/2009/01/08/oakland-last-night/

Shit, I hope Annalisa got home all right.

(Quick rundown - BART police are kind of a law unto themselves, and frequently seem to manage to use "undue force", including getting a naked and thus pretty clearly unarmed man in the back of the head with a shotgun. Early New Year's Day, they killed a young man who was being, um, detained for unruly behavior. He was flat on the ground, one officer's knee in his back, when another officer shot him. There are several videos that prove this, this being the age of camera phones. I believe the current excuse is that the officer thought he had grabbed his taser.)

wtf itunes why are you suddenly obsessed with Madonna

I COULD HAVE EASILY LIVED MY WHOLE LIFE WITHOUT KNOWING THAT PEOPLE WRITE MARY-SUES THAT FALL IN LOVE WITH REAVERS AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN ALL THE BETTER FOR IT.

THANK YOU SO VERY, VERY MUCH, FANFICRANTS. D:

I JUST REMEMBERED WHERE I RECOGNIZE THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR FROM, GO ME.

Early this morning, I posted instructions for making home-made pasta. Now, the rest of the meal: two sauce options, vegetables, salad, and two ways to put together delicious chocolate cake. ON WITH THE FUDS.


( Smothered Onion Sauce )

( Pasta Bolognese )


( Salad That is Apparently Very NOM )

( Glazed Carrots )

( Devil's Food Cake and Chocolate Mousse Frosting )

( Chocolate Cake with Fruit, or With Jam )

...to celebrate my favorite present this year, my father's end-of-year bonus :p. LIterally, in a way, since he gave me the tacky pre-loaded Visa (Visa is a client of his company's, and for reasons unknown to him, somebody decided this means that everybody gets their bonus on one of those cards - he thinks it's sort of ridiculous) plus some extra, to pay for the pasta roller/cutter attachment set for my KitchenAid! (It is a refurbished Accolade 400 that my parents gave me a few years ago for my birthday. It is Meringue, which really just means white.) The hand-cranked pasta maker we used to have got wet at some point and is now pitted and useless, so the last time we made pasta we had to do it by hand, and the dough dried to quickly for my brother's then-girlfriend and I to roll it thin enough and it was tasty but kind of chewy.

So now I have a shiny new pasta maker (which was actually an "older" version - same thing, smaller price, thank you, KitchenAid lady at Macy's who told me that Bloomingdale's still had older stock from before the price increase), and in celebration, I was going to bring you an entire meal's worth of recipes and then some, but it's three in the morning and I am still typing them up, so all you get until later is the pasta recipe.

( Home Made Egg Pasta )

NOM.

I am not as drunk as I could be. My head hurts though, and my eyes are pissed at me for forgetting my rewetting drops. My hair and clothes smell like smoke and raspberry wine (not sure why, since I didn't spill anything) - such are the perils of hanging out with smokers and quasi-stoners (though the number of cigarette smokers is dropping heavliy). (My eyes are probably extra angry because Peter blew week smoke in my face - I don't smoke, it does bad things to my sinuses - but he was already pretty drunk at that point and anyway I punched him for it, so I'm not terribly upset.)

There was a great deal of cake, as it is Diana's birthday today. I hope you all had cake, too.

Dad got angry because I couldn't find my key and had to ring the doorbell, but he was the one who turned off the front light. I'm surprised Mom wasn't still awake, actually.

Hope this year is better than the last (fuck you so hard, 2008), for everyone.

(My stupid keyboard keeps arbitrarily deciding that certain key don't work.)

I have been negelcting my LJ for so long that I barely know what to post in it anymore. So, um, have some recipes.

Brocollini With Pecan Brown Butter

I made this tonight, substituting brussel sprouts from the brocollini, and you could really substitute any cruicferous vegetable you liked. I also cut the butter down to four tablespoons and didn't bother chopping the pecans, beause i'm lazy like that. It went over really well, with everyone except my brother, who basically came into the kitchen, stuffed his hamburger in his mouth, and went back to playing WoW.

Vanilla Bean Cupcakes with Salted Caramel Frosting Icing Frosting

These are sort of insanely delicious. Vanilla beans are on the expensive side, but the flavor is fantastic (and after I had scraped them out I put the pods into the bottle of vanilla extract and now it is amazing). I'm not sure how kid-friendly they are, as the salted caramel may be a little too complex for a kid with a simple palate, but they might just think they taste like caramel corn. I baked these a couple of times around Halloween and brought them to parties, and they were devoured pretty much instantly and people kept mentioning them weeks later, so it seems like they make an impression, too.

Majel Barrett Roddenberry died at 76.

I grew up on TNG - she'll always be Lwaxana Troi to me, striking fear into the hearts of emotionally-stunted French starship captains with English accents everywhere.

Cod latkes.




WHAT.

Why do I always lose things?

Having successfully procrastinated until the very last minute on my final paper for my WS/JS class, I can now only find half of the books I was planning on working from. I'm pretty certain I saw both The Shawl and Away just yesterday, too.

Argh.