Weather sucks
Mar. 21st, 2006 04:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickleWeather whilst I´m inside: sunny
Weather whilst I´m trudging through the streets for half an hour: drizzling
Current weather: sunny once more
Pancakes:
1 cup flour
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon baking powder
pinch of sugar
1 tablespoon oil or butter
1 egg
Mix and, every time you laddle on a pancake into the pan, rub the pan with butter first. Flip only when the bubbles don´t cave into themseles.
Note: Quantities were approximate (as in, "a mug of" or "a small spoonful of") and probably half-remembered by mom. Be thankful she remembered the egg at the last minute.)
About David Boreanaz: Man, the magic was gone years ago. Which is sad, really, because he was amazingly attractive the first few years in Buffydom.
About Adam Baldwin: Damnit, I don´t care about age. And the man says "gosh". Come on.
And there´s loads of older men who are hot. Or sexy. Or just damn "Look at me, I´m male". But in a nice way.
...Neil Gaiman says "gosh" too. *whistles innocently*
And what was that about a shower scene in House?
Despite the awful fiasco of last Wednesday´s showing, I´m thinking of going to see "Faust: eine deutsche Volkssage" tomorrow. Yes, it´s a silent movie, but at least the summary is a bit more than: "Rage! Revenge! Bloodbath!". So there.
Oh, people have said that the iPod shuffle is psychic and now I have proof. I was listening to a godawful song (I have no idea why it´s on y Pod) and thinking how I really wanted to listen to Queen´s "The Hitman". And lo, the Pod did deliver.
I like calling it a Pod. Sounds very spacey.
Last night I wrote a long post about writing. Today at McD´s I managed to get Jayne to actually touch the whore. Now he´s just one paragraph away from Doing Something Stupid (TM). Although, to be frank, he´s always one paragraph away frombeing doing something stupid.* So yeah, getting things done.
Not, y´know, things, as in, Things I Should Be Doing. Those are not being done. *shrug*
I thought this might be more interesting, but alas:
Mercenary:
1. One who serves or works merely for monetary gain; a hireling. 2. A professional soldier hired for service in a foreign army.
ETYMOLOGY: Middle English mercenarie, a mercenary, from Old French mercenaire, from Latin mercnnrius, from mercs, wages, price.
PS: For some reason my brain thinks everyone speaks French. The German lady asked me if I was returning the movie (in German) and I said, "Oui". WFT, brain, wtf.
* Wow, that slip was kinda mean.
Weather whilst I´m trudging through the streets for half an hour: drizzling
Current weather: sunny once more
Pancakes:
1 cup flour
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon baking powder
pinch of sugar
1 tablespoon oil or butter
1 egg
Mix and, every time you laddle on a pancake into the pan, rub the pan with butter first. Flip only when the bubbles don´t cave into themseles.
Note: Quantities were approximate (as in, "a mug of" or "a small spoonful of") and probably half-remembered by mom. Be thankful she remembered the egg at the last minute.)
About David Boreanaz: Man, the magic was gone years ago. Which is sad, really, because he was amazingly attractive the first few years in Buffydom.
About Adam Baldwin: Damnit, I don´t care about age. And the man says "gosh". Come on.
And there´s loads of older men who are hot. Or sexy. Or just damn "Look at me, I´m male". But in a nice way.
...Neil Gaiman says "gosh" too. *whistles innocently*
And what was that about a shower scene in House?
Despite the awful fiasco of last Wednesday´s showing, I´m thinking of going to see "Faust: eine deutsche Volkssage" tomorrow. Yes, it´s a silent movie, but at least the summary is a bit more than: "Rage! Revenge! Bloodbath!". So there.
Oh, people have said that the iPod shuffle is psychic and now I have proof. I was listening to a godawful song (I have no idea why it´s on y Pod) and thinking how I really wanted to listen to Queen´s "The Hitman". And lo, the Pod did deliver.
I like calling it a Pod. Sounds very spacey.
Last night I wrote a long post about writing. Today at McD´s I managed to get Jayne to actually touch the whore. Now he´s just one paragraph away from Doing Something Stupid (TM). Although, to be frank, he´s always one paragraph away from
Not, y´know, things, as in, Things I Should Be Doing. Those are not being done. *shrug*
I thought this might be more interesting, but alas:
Mercenary:
1. One who serves or works merely for monetary gain; a hireling. 2. A professional soldier hired for service in a foreign army.
ETYMOLOGY: Middle English mercenarie, a mercenary, from Old French mercenaire, from Latin mercnnrius, from mercs, wages, price.
PS: For some reason my brain thinks everyone speaks French. The German lady asked me if I was returning the movie (in German) and I said, "Oui". WFT, brain, wtf.
* Wow, that slip was kinda mean.
