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Once again, I belatedly realise that I am quite eccentric. This may come of living alone for the last two years. It probably had roots well before then, considering my family.
this thought brought to you by realising that I'm fishing teabags out of the pot with chopsticks again. No, really. I've also been known to use jeweler's needlenose pliers to hold one of those little stainless steel tea strainers over a cup that had too wide a mouth.
I boil my silverware in salt water. Half because I tend to forget how many forks and spoons I have and when you find an abandoned tea spoon in the papers on the desk, you sort of want to make sure it's really clean, and half because lo, no dishwasher. I'd boil the bowls and plates, too, but considering the relative sizes of my cookware versus my dishware, it'd require the oven and I'd probably forget about it until all the water had long since boiled off.
The Joy of Cooking sits on the reference shelf next to a Giancoli physics book, which is itself next to an organic chemistry text. The Art of War sits next to the Handbook of Chemistry and Physics, which is next to three or four books on Mexican history. Alice in Wonderland is next to those.
I'm deeply afraid of the fridge.
I read Rudyard Kipling's Kim after reading Laurie R. King's The Game, the latest in a series of books written from the point of view of Sherlock Holmes' partner and wife, Mary Russell.
Yes, you read that right.
My logic chains are more like three dimensional asymmetrical polygons, as witnessed by the fact that I will now talk about the fact that all but two pieces of my mismatched dishware will spit sparks if I put it in the microwave.
I still don't know where my contacts are. I haven't seen them since last November or so.
I see nothing wrong (rather more gleeful) with colourmatching my mascara, earrings and tights to the highlights on the back of my head.
This, this and this are all the same individual, seperated by less than five years. Lighting can have an amazing effect on my colouring.
I started reading full length novels with Piers Anthony's Isle of View. Don't ask, the cover was shiny.
I still get attracted to new authors and books by their covers.
And here I end, because the silverware's starting to make boiling-over noises.
this thought brought to you by realising that I'm fishing teabags out of the pot with chopsticks again. No, really. I've also been known to use jeweler's needlenose pliers to hold one of those little stainless steel tea strainers over a cup that had too wide a mouth.
I boil my silverware in salt water. Half because I tend to forget how many forks and spoons I have and when you find an abandoned tea spoon in the papers on the desk, you sort of want to make sure it's really clean, and half because lo, no dishwasher. I'd boil the bowls and plates, too, but considering the relative sizes of my cookware versus my dishware, it'd require the oven and I'd probably forget about it until all the water had long since boiled off.
The Joy of Cooking sits on the reference shelf next to a Giancoli physics book, which is itself next to an organic chemistry text. The Art of War sits next to the Handbook of Chemistry and Physics, which is next to three or four books on Mexican history. Alice in Wonderland is next to those.
I'm deeply afraid of the fridge.
I read Rudyard Kipling's Kim after reading Laurie R. King's The Game, the latest in a series of books written from the point of view of Sherlock Holmes' partner and wife, Mary Russell.
Yes, you read that right.
My logic chains are more like three dimensional asymmetrical polygons, as witnessed by the fact that I will now talk about the fact that all but two pieces of my mismatched dishware will spit sparks if I put it in the microwave.
I still don't know where my contacts are. I haven't seen them since last November or so.
I see nothing wrong (rather more gleeful) with colourmatching my mascara, earrings and tights to the highlights on the back of my head.
This, this and this are all the same individual, seperated by less than five years. Lighting can have an amazing effect on my colouring.
I started reading full length novels with Piers Anthony's Isle of View. Don't ask, the cover was shiny.
I still get attracted to new authors and books by their covers.
And here I end, because the silverware's starting to make boiling-over noises.
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Date: 2005-05-18 03:21 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-18 05:02 pm (UTC)From:Finals are the first week or so of June. I'd rather do it after, if that's alright with you two?
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Date: 2005-05-18 03:54 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-18 05:07 am (UTC)From:But they'd make you a great character in a book. Or in your life, for that matter. =)
These little things are what make people, breathe life into them.
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Date: 2005-05-18 01:42 pm (UTC)From:shiiiiny.
I still get attracted to new authors and books by their covers.
there was a brief period of time where i only read books that featured covers painted by michael whelan (http://www.michaelwhelan.com/index.asp?vsPage=gallerycollection). surprisingly enough, it wasn't a bad fixation, i ended up readin a rather good selection of fantasy work that i might not have given a chance otherwise.
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Date: 2005-05-18 05:17 pm (UTC)From:I was introduced to James H. Schmitz, Eric Flint, Charles de Lint, Debra Doyle & James D. MacDonald and Elizabeth Willey via shiny covers.
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Date: 2005-05-18 06:19 pm (UTC)From:de lint...oooooh. love charles de lint.
ahem.
=)
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Date: 2005-05-18 06:45 pm (UTC)From:THIS IS BRILLIANT. I needed something to hold them!! *roots through toolbox*
Also, I adore the joy of cooking. Q: favorite section?
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Date: 2005-05-25 03:34 am (UTC)From:Given the choice I'd steal my father's black book of recipes. That's got everything from my recipe for macademia nut yam layer pie (including bourbon sauce pudding to pour over) through chicken and biscuits starting from tinned musroom soup, chicken chunks, frozen veggies and store expanding biscuits and my great-grandmother's dinner rolls. And, come to think of it, the family pizza recipe.
So not able to cook for one. Is v. sad.
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Date: 2005-05-25 03:40 am (UTC)From:I get home from work at about 10:30, a lot, and it's much nicer to just sit and let the oven or microwave do my work for me, and KNOW that it's not weird bad-for-me stuff that's reheating.
Can you go to a copy shop like Kinko's and copy the whole thing, and then just have them bind it for you? That's what I want to do with all my late grandmother's recipes.
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Date: 2005-05-25 03:54 am (UTC)From:Actually, the house has a copier--parents run a home based business--and several scanners. I'd just have to think of it while actually, y'know, there.
The book itself is a black binder, with clippings from newspapers and handwritten recipes in styles ranging from something I came up with when I was nine to something that looks nearly Russian. 's a shiny book.
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Date: 2005-05-25 04:00 am (UTC)From:Dork. :)
And the book sounds VERY shiny. Shinier than glass.
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Date: 2005-05-25 04:17 am (UTC)From:Well, yeah. :)
Certainly more edible. *beams*
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Date: 2005-05-25 04:22 am (UTC)From:Hee.
Definitely.
I am being musewhipped to go do a collage involving the cumaean sibyl. rar.
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Date: 2005-05-25 04:31 am (UTC)From:*peeeeeeer?* Shiny?
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