happydalek, posts by tag: random - LiveJournal

When I last left you, I was dealing with some compy woes. I'm happy to say, those woes have been largely solved. I rebooted my operating system a few days ago, plunging it back in time to its factory settings, and everything is working just swimmingly now. I still haven't uploaded my stuff back on it. I kind of like having a mostly-empty My Documents folder. Feels fresh and exciting, a world of endless new possibilities opening up before me. If I want the stuff, I can always plug in my portable HD.

Been working on an art project of late. I bought a pack of Super Sculpey from the craft store and started making little trinkets for Christmas presents. Did you know you can boil Sculpey? It's plasticine, so it's the heat that matters. Boiling ensures the item doesn't burn, which can happen easily in an oven. I experimented with it and it works, but the finished items don't look quite as nice as the baked one, so I may not do that again. I'll have to see how the boiled ones turn out once they're painted up and everything.

Made a batch of cooked egg nog yesterday, and it confirmed my reasons for not cooking egg nog before: I have little bits of scrambled egg suspended in the mix that make for quite an unpleasant imbibing experience. I cooked it on a low temp, but I think I did so for too long. It tastes a bit scorched, as well. And by "scorched" I mostly mean, "not much like egg nog." And I made a pretty sizable batch, too, and I'm about the only one that drinks it. Live n' learn.

Really wanna do some ficcing, but muse isn't cooperating. I have a nutty idea for a sequel to my silly MMPR/Star Trek crossover fic (as per a request on ffn to "write the next one soon"), but can't get motivated to do it. It'd be Chekov-centric, which is intriguing because I've never had the urge to write him much before. There are a couple ways I could take it, one of which is hilarious and a little bit twisted, but I'm trying to keep it relatively kid-friendly so I don't know how well that'd work. For as often as I come up with series ideas, I've never successfully written any before, but the MMPR/Star Trek one is def. on the short side, so it's doable.

I guess that's about it. Oh! Funny story: the power went off at work the other night, so my manager came back to help me handle things, and decided to take the paper money out of the til as a security measure in case the power stayed off after closing. He's a 55 year old man, okay, and that night he was wearing a black coat, and we ended up hunched over the til, me holding the money bag, and him with a flashlight, watching. Realizing how it might have looked to anyone outside, he started barking at me: "C'mon, c'mon! Put the money in the bag! All of it! Hurry!"

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Wow, this post got waaaaay huger than I planned, for something that doesn't have much of consequence about it.  And it's now past my bedtime, so toodles, LJ!  I'm reading everybody's stuff, even if I haven't been commenting much.  (Have I been commenting?  I don't even remember.)

Ran out of my favorite coffee yesterday.  Too lazy to go shopping, so went exploring the furthest recesses of the fridge and cupboards.  Am now drinking a strange, bitter brew made from one part regular coffee, one part chickory, and one part vanilla-flavored coffee.  This is what happens when thrift and addiction collide, people. 

As much as I love the Will Ferrel NASCAR movie Talladega Nights, it is getting to be a little annoying that every time I see or hear the name "Katie Couric," I just keep hearing it said the way Sacha Baron Cohen did: "Will yuu be my...Katee Courrrik?"

1.  This blog post that provides "uncomfortable summaries" for various popular movies and TV shows. 

My favorites from the list are:

• BATMAN: Wealthy man assaults the mentally ill.
• MR BEAN: Austistic loner finds every day a struggle, to his sadness and frustration.
• KING KONG: Endangered animal stolen, shot.
• TORCHWOOD: Bisexual is inefficient manager.

2. Perusing TV tropes, I was led to an article speculating about the religious affiliation of Batman, which contained this phrase: "Newsweek also listed Spider-Man as a Protestant, The Thing as Jewish, The Hulk as a lapsed Catholic, Daredevil as a Catholic, Batman as a lapsed Catholic or disaffected Episcopalian and Captain America as a Protestant..."  I'm still giggling over it.

I found another one of those ugly, brown, shield-shaped stink bugs in my room.  Normally I only find them when they go whizzing by my ear in quiet moments, scaring the living daylights out of me (they're BIG and they make a horrendously loud and low-pitched buzzing sound when they zip by *shudder*).  When that happens, I have absolutely no qualms about hunting the little sucker down, wrapping the toe of a sturdy shoe in a tissue, then using it to crush the little bugger into a chitin-and-innards stew.  (You have to be careful, because squishing them is what makes them stink, hence the tissue for biohazard control.)  But that didn't happen today. 

I was watering my pet cactus Herbert, and I just happened to notice the insect resting on the underside of one of the blades.  It was just sitting there, its long legs wrapped around the sides of the blade for support, not doing anything.  It looked so natural there--a bug on a plant, as nature intended--that I was content to leave it alone.  It wasn't chewing on Herbert or making any aggressive action at all, so I left it there and went about my business.  A few hours later, it was still there, still behaving like a perfect houseguest.  But I knew I couldn't leave there, because if I did, I'm sure that it would have taken to flying around the room in the middle of the night, scaring me out of a sound sleep by plopping onto my hair (or my face!) or doing a low-altitude flyby that would have me thinking a man-sized wasp was invading my room. 

So I made my decision.  Opening my window a crack, I fetched a tissue and used it to carefully disengage the insect (which was about the size of my thumbnail) from the underside of Herbert's leafblade.  Then I whisked over the window and tossed it outside.  No real reason for it, aside from the fact that I just didn't feel like squashing it.  I went out of my way to spare its life. As the Doctor put it:

"Because she smiled, because he's got freckles. Because they begged. And that's how you live with yourself. That's how you slaugher millions. Because once in a while, on a whim, if the wind's in the right direction...you happen to be kind."

And now I really want to watch Boomtown. 

For some reason, I really wanted to crochet tonight.  I never crochet.  I know I had a ball of grey homespun laying around with a hook in it, because I kept finding it when I was looking for other things.  But of course, tonight when I actually wanted it, it was nowhere to be found.  I'm sure it'll turn up as soon as I have absolutely  no interest in finding it again. 

Gabrielle Anwar is incredibly slender.  Like, she turns sideways and practically disappears.  To demonstrate the strange way my mind works, I see that and my first thought is, "Does she even have intestines?"  Because they couldn't possibly fit in a torso that tiny.  IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, I TELLS U. 

Also, how hot does Bruce Campbell look in a black suit with an open collar and no tie, wearing sunglasses and wielding a shotgun?  VERY.  (Oh, internets!  Why must you fail me by not having a pic?  WHY?)  Makes up for all the times he slumps with his hawaiian shirts flapping open.  (Oh but you've got spades of that one!  YOU FAIL, INTERNET.)  I just wish this show would let him do it more.  (The suit thing!  Not the open-flapping-shirt thing!)  (Whew, that was a close one.)

In conclusion, Font size is fun to play with. 
 

So, I just discovered The Doctor Who Random Pairing Generator.  It gave me Alan Jackson/Liz Shaw/saving the world, and for a bizarre little moment, I thought it meant "Alan Jackson" the country singer. 

Robert Pattinson cut his hair.  Thank god.