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Bookie McBooks: Movies I'll Try to Remember: Sweet Sweet Music
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I am tired of burning myself. I've burned myself on icing, caramel, chocolate, and marshmallow in the last three days. Sugar is a fickle mistress. One of the things I made was another batch of simple syrup, which I like to sip straight, as well as adding to cocktails, lemonade, and iced tea. This gives me a few new ideas for additives to the syrup. I made clove syrup once, and was disappointed. I think habaneros might have a better result. When I'm not burning myself, I think about muffins. There's a wonderful scene about muffins in The Importance of Being Earnest, and somewhere in Nebraska I have a cousin known as Muffin. Some of these are entertaining; my favorite is #12. Why are English muffins entirely different from other sorts of muffins? If you would like to make me some muffins, you should make me these. If the Peabody sounds familiar, it's because of these little guys. If I'm not burning myself or thinking about muffins, chances are I'm thinking about penguins. If a chicken and a penguin got in a fight, who would win? My favorites are the Adelies. I have a remarkable ability to live under rocks, much likepotato bugs. The latest item to wedge itself under my rock is Tetris. I'd heard of it and all, but had never played until yesterday. Good heavens. How did anyone ever get anything done in the late 80s? In 2015, look for an update here about my discovery of Diablo. Now that I am officially known as Hummingbird Lass (see archives), I need to look into listing myself here and meeting up with The Tick. Not these.This one. Disguised as my alter ego Jill Lightner, I attended Sweetie's corpo holiday party over the weekend. Happily, there were no personalized Santa hats or patriotic ornaments. It was held in the convention center's skybridge . Since Sweetie happens to work with cool people, it was pretty ok. I did have a run in with a girl named Cinnamon (employee's date), who defended the party planner's giant-ass mullet with "well, if I'd spent a long time doing my hair and thought it looked nice, and someone thought it looked like a mullet, I'd feel pretty bad". I threw my wine down her front and smashed in her face with the empty glass. No. I replied that if Party Planner thought her hair looked nice, I thought it acceptable to make her feel bad about it. Or something to that effect. Cinnamon did not speak to me for the rest of the evening. Hurrah. The Cool Kids then started laughing behind Cinnamon's back, instead of continuing to rag on Party Planner. If the music there was any indication of current/future trend, the big new retro music is 80s metal. Feel the Noise. Rock Your Boys. |
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