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We currently have a slice of cake and a jar of lemon sauce, a handful of cookies, half a bread pudding with a serving of rum sauce, and 1/3 of a chocolate chess pie in the fridge. Seems a bit much. Fall does this to me. Product Endorsement: Absolutely the best ever hotpad. I can take a pan off the stove and lay it flat on top of my hand as long as my pretty red silicone square is in the way. Lovely. And seems like it'll last forever. The caviar article is finally in print. Hopefully I'll be doing more pieces with the mag for 2003; I finally get to meet my editor next month at this thing. And here's a slightly edited version of the profile on this year's favorite woman: Frances Landers. Sweetie's employer posted a profit, of all odd things to do in this economy. Seems to be having a nice, if slight, impact on the stock price, which is good to see. Still not worth diddly, but is slightly up from its previous value of diddly squat. Ah, Federal Way. "He was like, all heroic and stuff." Plus, like, his name is way cooler than like, Barton and stuff. I just baked myself an angel food cake. Out of all the cakes I've baked, I have to say that angel food is the easiest. Throw eggs and sugar into the stand mixer. Read novel while waiting for meringue to happen. Fold in flour. Throw in oven. Eat. And people fret when they learn I make my own birthday cakes. They just don't know how flippin' easy it is. I also made some tasty lemon sauce, and since it's for me and My Day, I ate about half of the sauce with a spoon while it was still warm. Yum. At last: Mario Party IV. Just started playing it last night; impressive Game Cube graphics and way fun mini-games. Fun changes: new mushrooms, more interesting "action" spots around the boards, lottery tickets. Bad changes: Toad's new voice: picture Grover on helium. Medium Excitement: I think I've figured out the hook my cookbook needs to pull it all together, and there'd be a fun and easy regular food column in the idea, too. Plus, weekly entertainment for a few lucky peoples. Time for a bit of research, but I'm feeling pretty hopeful that this is it. But where was the survey that said 80 percent of Americans think they have a book in them, mostly cookbooks and memoirs? I'm so happy I'm a Beta. Had my first-in-much-too-long eye exam last night, by a smart/charming doctor who might have been 25 or so. We giggled a lot over having birthdays in the same week, so perhaps she's now 26. Good news: she was able to correct my vision to 20/25; the last scary doc in the dirty guayabera could only ever get to 20/40. Bad news: I have a lot of blood vessels on my right cornea, which means my eyes are starving for oxygen. Expect to see me in glasses far more frequently (as in "occasionally") than ever before. Seattle-area people: go to this. "If we can make a kid cry, we've achieved the minimum. If we make an adult cry, we've achieved success. If we've made someone wet his or her pants and run screaming from the forest in terror, then we've achieved nirvana." I will be the one screaming my fool head off right from the start. And speaking of scary things: while Sweetie and I were in Nags Head, we discovered two coolio crabs: Blue crabs and Ghost crabs. Blue crabs are super-nasty; you try to pick one up, and it turns and fights. Not at all like your typical dungeoness, which I've seen Sweetie pick up any number of times. Ghost crabs blend in with the sand and have tiny burrows they dart in. They zip around at 10 mph (no joke) in the dark and scuttle directly over bare feet. We discovered them by accident, and got sort of "MY GOD, they're everywhere" freaked out. So I insisted on going back the next night with a flashlight to get scared some more. Sweetie finds this most entertaining--I'm genuinely scared/startled, but I also genuinely love the feeling. I was sort of hoping that some remarkable new technology would just pull all the stuff that happened on our trip and post it here for me, while I slept on the couch. Guess not. Highlight Events: Swamps were neat, too. And an electrical storm that lasted for 12 hours. And Sweetie's excited hunt for boiled peanuts, only to discover he hates them. And our discovery of weird hotels that are also time-share condos that are lovely and comparitvely dirt-cheap ($70 compared to $120 for same location/ammenities). And messed-up country theaters. And spending 10 days straight with Sweetie and getting slightly lost at least once every day but not fighting or getting sick of each other. And actually missing the cat that is currently sitting on my arm and biting my hair. Some of you already know about my insistence on celebrating for the entire month. It started years ago, when I got sick of getting all excited about my planned celebration and having it not be what I wanted. I figured the more celebrations there were, the better chance that I would come out ahead--not on presents, but on fun. It works, although I've heard comments like "anyone who celebrates a whole month must really be vain". So? First birthday month event: getting a purty new style from Flip: I'm going to look like a superhero. Not the outfit, or the boobies. Just the hair. Stories from Sweetie's Vegas trip are slightly muddled; he tripled his lifetime beer consumption (so now he's had more than three) and consumed shots of jager. There's a long story involving the refusal of a lap dance at this fine establishment. A lot of bad food, a fair number of headaches. On the way back from the airport, the car began to smell like a Magic tournament. Ah, boys. |
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