brains

Jan. 13th, 2010 08:09 am
reipan: (Tea!)
I'm trying this new thing called "getting up when my alarm goes off" (as opposed to my normal modus operandus of hitting "snooze" up to five times before crawling out of bed).

On the bright side, I am washed, dressed, and my first lecture of the term is not for another 50 minutes, the building being three minutes' walk away. I've had breakfast and everything.

On the slight downside...brains. 
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Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In March I put money in [livejournal.com profile] thnksfrllthfsh 's expired parking meter (14 points). Last month I pushed [livejournal.com profile] sashagoblin in the mud (-17 points). Last Tuesday I helped [livejournal.com profile] faenel hide a body (-173 points). In June I caught a purse-snatcher who stole [livejournal.com profile] mirrorshard 's purse (30 points). Last week I donated bone marrow to [livejournal.com profile] nikobelia in a life-saving procedure (300 points).

Overall, I've been nice (154 points). For Christmas I deserve a new bike!

Sincerely,
reipan

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That third one? It could happen. (It...hasn't already. Of course. >_>)

Merry whatever-you-may-or-may-not-be-celebrating, everybody. I have eaten far too much and still sort of want some more Yule log, so I think this day has been, overall, successful (except for Doctor Who being freaking disturbing, although I suppose that was probably the effect RTD was going for, so...we can still count it as a success?).
reipan: (Tea!)

GUYS

GUYS

I HAVE THE FLU

IT'S REALLY BORING, YOU GUYS

Also, apparently Pidgin has stopped supporting MSN protocols? WTF?

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I actually meant to post this for [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart a while ago, and as I've just made and am consuming it for the first time since I arrived in Cambridge I may as well, given that I am supposed to be doing an essay.

Please note:  Quantities here are pretty approximate; I learned this through a combination of watching my mother and trial and error. Also, while some things do need exact quantities of everything this doesn't seem to be one of them. Be individual!

Carbonara

feeds ten people, or one MAN. by which I mean, serves one



Ingredients:

- ~125g pasta (about a quarter of a 500g pack, in other words). Spaghetti is traditional, but about anything will work.
- one or two eggs
- parmesan cheese, grated
- salt
- pepper
- single or double cream (optional)
- bacon, or pancetta cubes. If using bacon, one or two rashers; if using cubes, they come in handy little boxes of which you should use one.

Method:

- Sanitation is manly! WASH YOUR HANDS!
-  Cook the pasta. I'm going to work on the assumption that you know how to do that; if you can't, Google it. 
- In a large  bowl, beat the eggs; add salt, pepper and grated parmesan to taste, and the cream if using.
- Heat the bacon in a frying pan (or wok, if you like) with a little oil.
- Add the cooked pasta to the beaten eggs mixture. Mix well.
- Add pasta-and-beaten-eggs-and-other-stuff mixture to the bacon pan and cook until the egg is set, stirring constantly to make sure you don't end up with a giant pasta-and-bacon omelette. Unless you want a giant pasta-and-bacon omelette. I guess that would be pretty cool.
- Serve. Enjoy. Unless you've had a really bad day or you don't like bacon or you're allergic to eggs or something. In the latter two cases, though, I'm not really sure why you're making this in the first place. 

Yes! Good? I'm told that it tastes okay without the bacon, so vegetarians are free to omit that; I'm afraid vegans are pretty much screwed, though. (Pescatarians can use smoked salmon instead, maybe? I've never tried it, but I can't see why not.)
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Does anybody know a decent method for folding and ironing fitted sheets? I can never quite get them to come out right; normally I just try to fold them into the most approximately square shape I can and hope for the best, and that works okay, but there's always the inevitable one or two that end up looking like a cross between Casper the Friendly Ghost and...well, a badly-ironed fitted sheet. As they end up stretched out on my bed anyway I suppose it doesn't really matter, but it would be nice to be able to do things properly.

I am writing this entry as I let the iron sit and do its iron-y thing for a bit. I think that our iron, incidentally, is possessed by the same thing that's living in the toilet - for the past year our toilet has routinely taken several tries to flush and, at each successful attempt, let out a banshee-like wail. It also occasionally emits a high-pitched whine for absolutely no reason, save that, apparently, of waking me up fifteen minutes before my alarm. We've taken to calling it Sheila. Anyway, our iron has a similar poltergeist - for reasons unknown to all of us, it likes to leak and/or bubble, froth menacingly and spit out some water-and-grit mixture. The latter is not as common as the former, but the former happens every time we use it. Or every time I do, anyway. I sometimes find that letting it take a little rest puts it in a better mood.

Maybe I'll start calling it Igor.

It strikes me that quite a few fairly basic household appliances around here are broken. Neesan and I have been after Dad to replace the toilet since, well, it started making that freaking noise; I don't know why my mother won't buy a new iron. She told me once, but it made so very much sense that I can't remember what she said, or even if we're still on the same reason. Our shower door's been a bit rickety from day one. The reason given on enquiry tends to be that money's a bit tight, but as we've recently acquired a new paper shredder and a bunch of clothes for my mother I'm more inclined to believe that they just enjoy the feel of having things that aren't so broken they don't work, but are just flawed enough that they can be bitched about in intricate detail. (I'm not here to judge; they work hard for their money and can spend it on whatever they like. 

Although it'd be nice not to be woken up by that high-pitched squeal anymore.)

Know what else is weird? Everybody seems so surprised at the amount of stuff I iron. I mean, they let me get away with the shirts (I wear a lot of shirts) but...I thought everybody ironed trousers and jeans and jumpers and things! It's not like it's hard, and it makes them all soft and nice and easier to fit in your drawers? No? Come on, guys, it's not like I iron my underwear or anything. Not that there's anything wrong with ironing your underwear if the mood takes you that way, as long as you can see why most people don't bother.*


I am quite unreasonably tired; I've taken on household duty while Dad is in Finland so that Mum doesn't have to worry about things and also because I don't really have anything better to do; it's been a quiet week. Projects for the month: finish Heart Thief, get some scripting done for the webcomic Jo and I want to do together and try to finish the stage adaptation of that Japanese short story that I started - something I've never done before and I'm not sure I'm carrying off with any skill, but...I suppose we'll see. (Confidential to [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart : WHY DO YOU HATE ME WHEN I SHOW YOU NOTHING BUT LOVE?!)

I have also acquired a ukulele, and take great delight in sitting around and playing it. Badly. I still haven't quite worked out how to sing and play at the same time (any tips on that?) but at least I can make sound come out of it that isn't horrible! Yay me!

...right. I have rambled for too long about ironing, and now I should probably get back to it. Was going to do a long and involved post about my feelings and the future, but now that I've sat here for a while I don't really feel up to it. Maybe later.

*Based on no statistics whatsoever; will retract statement if it turns out that 50% or more of the population iron their undergarments, although reserve right to relentlessly mock the OCD type who actually bothered to go and check.

reipan: (twilight: sparkle sparkle)
It's always bugged me that there are blank pages in New Moon.

Not just because of the staggering levels of emo that they represent, but because it just seems like a massive waste of paper. Bella must have done something with herself during those four months, right?

Originally my plan was to try to start a campaign in which people wrote out their own version of that particular part of the book inside their copy and then mailed said copies of it back to Stephenie Meyer, but then [livejournal.com profile] rionaleonhart pointed out that this might not be kindly received by people who wanted to hold onto their books (although, of course, if you want to do this then do not let me stand in your way). But we talked about it some more, and she's...very persuasive, and...

Well, look, if you really want to see what this is all about, head on over to [livejournal.com profile] blankmonths ; I don't really want to write out the intro post twice. Do get involved, tell your friends, scribble in your copies of New Moon and make a contribution to what will hopefully grow into a collection of What Could Have Been The Adventures of Bella Swan.

Note to any Twilight fans: while I am, of course, mocking you a little, it's all in good fun, okay? Don't sic anyone big and fangy on me.  
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