I have never happened on this show before, but perhaps I will look for it again — History Bites, which seems to do the tv shows that might have been, had there been reality tv over the past few hundred years. I can’t decide if I prefer the Weakest Link with philosophers or the awards show where Less Miserable won for “most depressing work of art”.
Three evenings where I had to be social. In a row! Combined with being at work with people all day every day and I am much inclined to hide in my room all weekend to get appropriate alone time. Though in fact I have plans on Sunday, and really need to try to go and say hello to a friend tomorrow, as it is her birthday. (She is currently not so much into the communicative. I intend to just randomly go to her house, where she amy or may not answer the door: last time she hid until people left, but I gather she is not doing that this time.)
There was a sudden downpour today that happened just exactly at the times I had to (1) wait for the bus and (2) walk from the bus stop to my house (in fact, it continued happening while I was on the bus, but that wasn’t very long). I was drenched, and it was not fun. I just bought a new umbrella (with a gel handle), but it wasn’t supposed to rain, so the umbrella was safely stored in my room.
In non-chocolate-food-related news (see, I do eat other things sometimes, it’s just not as wonderful as chocolate as a general rule), I had a very good salad tonight, with mango and tomato, as well as olive oil, some salt and pepper, and cardamom. I am writing this down so I will not forget, because it was super delicious. (Cold beet soup is not so much super delicious. I don’t eat soups ever, though, so you might not want to take my word for this. But if you are anti-soup, this is not the soup to convert you.)
I saw a few more of the buskers — so far, I’ve most liked Squid, a precision drumming/bagpipe group. Normally neither are my cup of tea — but they’re cool. (Also, the guys are all cute, which doesn’t hurt.)
I also had the world’s healthiest dinner. Mmm, bitter hot chocolate.
Now: sleep.
Just incredibly tired. Not bad tired, not anything but not-enough-sleep tired. I’m supposed to go for dinner (not hungry! too hot!) with a friend, then wander around the Just for Laughs fest. Which I will, because my friend will be leaving for another year tomorrow, and I want to see her. But I would far far prefer to go home and sleep.
I am such a terribly boring person.
Fun!
Try zooming out all the way — or in.
I went to Starbucks and they were giving away free samples of their green tea frappucino. So my friend and me, we each took a mini cup of it. At first I did not know what it tasted like, just bad. “It tastes like bubble gum, sort of,” my friend decides.
I sip again. “No. Remember when you were a kid, and they made bubble gum toothpaste? *That* is exactly what this tastes like.”
She agrees with me; neither of us is able to have even another sip.
I know it’s hot and all but really: an almost sheer white tank with a green bra underneath? No.
My mother’s cousin is, apparently, going through a deep depression. His relationship of 10 years (and 3 houses) is ending/has ended because of it, and he feels he’s such a failure that his partner (wife? whatever) deserves all the money from the sale of their current house. He’s not working, though I gather he is seeing someone as well as taking meds. I hope things look up for him soon; I always liked him. Apparently his father (we are related on his mother’s side) also fell into a bad depression around the same time.
He says that he’s never made a right choice since he graduated university, and, somewhat sadly, my grandmother agrees with him (though not to his face).
This is where we change from talking about my cousin — who I don’t know very well, really — to talking about me. (Well, is this a surprise?) I don’t have all that much to say (this part may be a surprise), just: I am worried, does this also apply to me? Am I making all the wrong decisions, unknowingly? Will I look back and see I did nothing right at all ever? I don’t think so now, of course, but hindsight is cleverer. (I also worry that people/family think that of me, but there’s not so much I can do there.)
I can’t figure out whether this is just my normal insecurity or a hint that yes, I am making bad choices and should make different ones instead.
But it is very very slow, when we’re talking about taking 3 cats for a walk. I know it sounds insane. It also looks insane, from the stares I get, and the occasional car that slows down to watch me. (”It’s ok! It’s just a car! Come on, cats!”)
The problem is really that the cats are neurotic, and three sets of neuroses means it’s just that much slower. They all freeze when cars or other people or, god forbid, *dogs* come by. One of them dislikes sprinklers so much that he won’t go past one, even if he won’t get wet. Periodically one likes to eat the plants. And then they all stop. If we get too far ahead, Cocoa meows plaintively until you go back and find him, or at least stop moving and keep talking.
It’s strange. They don’t try to run away at all. Mostly they trail a bit behind, though Matilda likes to walk right next to me most of the time.
I’m hoping that soon, Sam will join us. Of course then it will take an hour to walk around the block, but it will be so cute.
2c flour
1/2c sugar
1 1/2t baking powder
1 1/2t baking soda
1 egg
1/2c orange juice
1/4c butter
1c berries
Mix together the dry ingredients. Beat together the wet ingredients. Pour wet into dry, mix until just blended. Add berries. Cook 18-20min @ 400. Gives 12 muffins.
They take about 5 minutes to make, and are light. I made them with raspberries (which noun I have a mental block about: last week I was calling them framberries, which is just sad).