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quislibetI dreamed I was on a commuter train set up with tables surrounded by four seats each. At each table there was a chalkboard. Somehow it was set up so you could write your livejournal entries on the chalkboard, and they would be uploaded to the website.
Then later I was at a zoo or something, and left to get coffee, but couldn't get back in without paying, even though my coat and bag were inside. Finally the guard let me go get them, but I still had to leave thereafter.
Which reminds me that I wanted to write to The Roxy and complain about that whole "no reentry" and "no working phone" thing. My will to do so has faded since a week ago, though.
Last night J. and I watched "Blade Runner" (which I had in fact somehow never seen before; this was the 'Director's Cut' as taped from SciFi a few months ago and so lacked the helpful voiceover) and peeled and chopped 6 quarts of apples. J. has turned them into a vast quantity of tasty applesauce based on a recipe of Julia Child's for a French apple tart filling. (Love them French tarts!) Basically we're talking applesauce with brandy-soaked apricots and vanilla. Some of it will actually go into such a tart, and the rest will be eaten as as, although I suspect we will have to can some of it.
Also last night, speaking of food, we had buckwheat crêpes filled with leeks, crème fraiche, and gruyere (and salt, pepper, and nutmeg). Yum.
Finally, I have successfully made my first Son-of-Ether prop from a sinister citrus juicer, Sculpey, and a small lightsaber-inspired keychain light. Now I should actually send SJC and Herr DiPesa my character. Alas, I will have to modify some things since the Camarilla's 6.0 rules won't be out before our first game, damn them, and running a 1-point flaw up the approval chain just sounds irritating.
Today: cutting a few thousand words from my prospectus, lunch with analog_vector and cris, laundry, a trip to the Y, that sort of thing. J. has not mentioned moving the freezer to the basement as discussed yesterday and I probably won't remind her.
Feeling oddly lightheaded. That's vaguely troubling.
Anyway. Off to delete some adjectives and stuff.
Then later I was at a zoo or something, and left to get coffee, but couldn't get back in without paying, even though my coat and bag were inside. Finally the guard let me go get them, but I still had to leave thereafter.
Which reminds me that I wanted to write to The Roxy and complain about that whole "no reentry" and "no working phone" thing. My will to do so has faded since a week ago, though.
Last night J. and I watched "Blade Runner" (which I had in fact somehow never seen before; this was the 'Director's Cut' as taped from SciFi a few months ago and so lacked the helpful voiceover) and peeled and chopped 6 quarts of apples. J. has turned them into a vast quantity of tasty applesauce based on a recipe of Julia Child's for a French apple tart filling. (Love them French tarts!) Basically we're talking applesauce with brandy-soaked apricots and vanilla. Some of it will actually go into such a tart, and the rest will be eaten as as, although I suspect we will have to can some of it.
Also last night, speaking of food, we had buckwheat crêpes filled with leeks, crème fraiche, and gruyere (and salt, pepper, and nutmeg). Yum.
Finally, I have successfully made my first Son-of-Ether prop from a sinister citrus juicer, Sculpey, and a small lightsaber-inspired keychain light. Now I should actually send SJC and Herr DiPesa my character. Alas, I will have to modify some things since the Camarilla's 6.0 rules won't be out before our first game, damn them, and running a 1-point flaw up the approval chain just sounds irritating.
Today: cutting a few thousand words from my prospectus, lunch with analog_vector and cris, laundry, a trip to the Y, that sort of thing. J. has not mentioned moving the freezer to the basement as discussed yesterday and I probably won't remind her.
Feeling oddly lightheaded. That's vaguely troubling.
Anyway. Off to delete some adjectives and stuff.
