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Good: Penne pasta with roma tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and dressing of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, lemon juice, lemon zest, and fresh basil. Mm. I like being able to cook (although this wasn't terribly hard - boiling the pasta was the main thing that qualified as "cooking"). And I like having a thriving basil plant in our garden.

Bad: Looking like I'm not going to be able to attend heron61 and amberite and the third party's wedding in a few weeks. Things were already going to be kind of "squeak by" this month because the bill would come due for both the reservation for the group camping site for the gather, and the car rental from last month. And then, because someone managed to scratch the bumper of my rental car and I had waived the damage coverage (since my own auto insurance would cover, but this is far too silly to make a claim on, especially when I had just done one for the windshield in my own car), I accepted the extra charge of CAD$300 (Enterprise's equivalent of the "deductible") and the possibility of getting whatever they do charge me back from the guy who hit the car (since he left his phone number, but not his insurance information). But the upshot is it's an extra $250+ I hadn't been planning on which I may or may not recover until later. So, ugh.

Ugly: AAAAUGH MY GROWING-OUT UNDERCUT IS AT A LENGTH WHERE IT LIKES TO GO INSIDE MY SHIRT COLLAR INSTEAD OF OUTSIDE AND IT IS DRIVING ME BATSHIT. Plus I really have the same wavy/curly hair texture my dad does, even though it's less apparent, so at the nape of the neck at this length it is all weirdo cowlick-like and stuff, forming little "duck tails" on either side. I've come this close to saying "fuck it" and shaving it off again several times, but I really don't want to lose over a year's worth of growth.

Bizarre: I am already planning menus for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. I dunno, I just kinda find it fun. ("Oh sure, acting's great, but I really wanna plan." "[reading screen] 'Planning'? I hate when he plans. There's never enough buns.") I should go into the professional organizing business. There's one of those, isn't there?

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Good: Penne pasta with roma tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and dressing of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, lemon juice, lemon zest, and fresh basil. Mm. I like being able to cook (although this wasn't terribly hard - boiling the pasta was the main thing that qualified as "cooking"). And I like having a thriving basil plant in our garden.

Bad: Looking like I'm not going to be able to attend heron61 and amberite and the third party's wedding in a few weeks. Things were already going to be kind of "squeak by" this month because the bill would come due for both the reservation for the group camping site for the gather, and the car rental from last month. And then, because someone managed to scratch the bumper of my rental car and I had waived the damage coverage (since my own auto insurance would cover, but this is far too silly to make a claim on, especially when I had just done one for the windshield in my own car), I accepted the extra charge of CAD$300 (Enterprise's equivalent of the "deductible") and the possibility of getting whatever they do charge me back from the guy who hit the car (since he left his phone number, but not his insurance information). But the upshot is it's an extra $250+ I hadn't been planning on which I may or may not recover until later. So, ugh.

Ugly: AAAAUGH MY GROWING-OUT UNDERCUT IS AT A LENGTH WHERE IT LIKES TO GO INSIDE MY SHIRT COLLAR INSTEAD OF OUTSIDE AND IT IS DRIVING ME BATSHIT. Plus I really have the same wavy/curly hair texture my dad does, even though it's less apparent, so at the nape of the neck at this length it is all weirdo cowlick-like and stuff, forming little "duck tails" on either side. I've come this close to saying "fuck it" and shaving it off again several times, but I really don't want to lose over a year's worth of growth.

Bizarre: I am already planning menus for both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. I dunno, I just kinda find it fun. ("Oh sure, acting's great, but I really wanna plan." "[reading screen] 'Planning'? I hate when he plans. There's never enough buns.") I should go into the professional organizing business. There's one of those, isn't there?

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By the way, today is my dad's 65th birthday. He'll start collecting Social Security in six months. He's already enrolled in Medicare. It's kind of freaky. His health is deteriorating though... besides high blood pressure and anxiety attacks, he seems to be getting the same too-slow pulse rate (slow pulse and high blood pressure - weird combo) that his mother started to develop as she aged, and he fears he may end up with a pacemaker like she did.

Up to this point I have maintained that no one who is younger than my parents is old, but I think that's going to have to start breaking down soon. Heck, I just turned 27 myself, thus passing into "late twenties" from "mid-twenties". My mother likes to say "almost 30" (I disagree - 29 is "almost 30"), but I think the unsaid first part of the sentence is "wtf? my baby girl is..." and she is just poking her brain with that factoid for the shock value. That and she doesn't like the idea that she's in her early 60s herself, so she's trying to make my age sound closer to hers. (Obviously mathematically it can never get any closer, but there sounds like a little more difference between 27 and 61 than there does between, say, 50 and 84. So I think she'll just have to wait.)

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By the way, today is my dad's 65th birthday. He'll start collecting Social Security in six months. He's already enrolled in Medicare. It's kind of freaky. His health is deteriorating though... besides high blood pressure and anxiety attacks, he seems to be getting the same too-slow pulse rate (slow pulse and high blood pressure - weird combo) that his mother started to develop as she aged, and he fears he may end up with a pacemaker like she did.

Up to this point I have maintained that no one who is younger than my parents is old, but I think that's going to have to start breaking down soon. Heck, I just turned 27 myself, thus passing into "late twenties" from "mid-twenties". My mother likes to say "almost 30" (I disagree - 29 is "almost 30"), but I think the unsaid first part of the sentence is "wtf? my baby girl is..." and she is just poking her brain with that factoid for the shock value. That and she doesn't like the idea that she's in her early 60s herself, so she's trying to make my age sound closer to hers. (Obviously mathematically it can never get any closer, but there sounds like a little more difference between 27 and 61 than there does between, say, 50 and 84. So I think she'll just have to wait.)

pint glasses

I'm looking for a present for enotsola (shhh, locals) and I am having a devil of a time finding any pint glasses which are neither just plain glass nor imprinted with the logo of a brewery, sports team, or similar. The only thing I've found is these at Dancing Dragon, and since I own those and he's seen and used them already I would feel a little half-assed giving him an identical set. Either regular pint (16 oz) or Imperial pint (20 oz) is fine, although 16 oz might be slightly preferable due to transportation and storage issues with size. Any tips?

pint glasses

I'm looking for a present for enotsola (shhh, locals) and I am having a devil of a time finding any pint glasses which are neither just plain glass nor imprinted with the logo of a brewery, sports team, or similar. The only thing I've found is these at Dancing Dragon, and since I own those and he's seen and used them already I would feel a little half-assed giving him an identical set. Either regular pint (16 oz) or Imperial pint (20 oz) is fine, although 16 oz might be slightly preferable due to transportation and storage issues with size. Any tips?

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Final Fantasy must be able to smell my spicy brains. It's the only explanation.

Damn you, enotsola!!

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Final Fantasy must be able to smell my spicy brains. It's the only explanation.

Damn you, enotsola!!