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Louise is finally out of the hospital, after some surgery and a medicated coma, so that's good. It just isn't the holiday season if she hasn't scared the shit out of me with health issues or some kind of felony charge. So, I guess I feel okay about talking about her and the rest of New York now.
( We had two bags of blowpops, seventy-five miniature Dove bars, five bags of high-fructose chewy things, a plastic plate half-full of caramel ice cream topping, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored candy bars, dots, suckers, and balls... Also, five bottles of wine, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of candy corn, two pies, and two dozen hard lemonades. Not that we needed all that for the party, but once you get locked into a serious junk food collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the candy corn. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a grad student in the depths of a candy corn binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. ).
In summation, it was pretty much exactly what I expect being a side character in a Grand Theft Auto game is like.
Speaking of potential traffic accidents. The deer have been in rut, and hence are crazier than usual. I was driving home one night and had to stop for a six point buck that appeared to have serious concerns about my stealing his girlfriend. I know about the need for overpopulation check and all that, but to me it still seems like a dick move to be killing deer who are distracted by the fact that all they want to do is get their bone on.
I cooked rice pudding a while ago, and it was okay but not great. While![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soranokumo was here, we had a dessert platter that included rice pudding, and that put me in the mood to try it again. This time, I tinkered with the recipe and sort of cross-bred an Alton Brown recipe for Indian-style kheer rice pudding with traditional rice pudding, and it came out much better.
( Rice pudding recipe, with commentary )
Someday, I would desperately love to use the phrase, "Straighter than John Wayne voting for Reagan on a horse" as a title for a story.
( We had two bags of blowpops, seventy-five miniature Dove bars, five bags of high-fructose chewy things, a plastic plate half-full of caramel ice cream topping, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored candy bars, dots, suckers, and balls... Also, five bottles of wine, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of candy corn, two pies, and two dozen hard lemonades. Not that we needed all that for the party, but once you get locked into a serious junk food collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the candy corn. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a grad student in the depths of a candy corn binge, and I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. ).
In summation, it was pretty much exactly what I expect being a side character in a Grand Theft Auto game is like.
Speaking of potential traffic accidents. The deer have been in rut, and hence are crazier than usual. I was driving home one night and had to stop for a six point buck that appeared to have serious concerns about my stealing his girlfriend. I know about the need for overpopulation check and all that, but to me it still seems like a dick move to be killing deer who are distracted by the fact that all they want to do is get their bone on.
I cooked rice pudding a while ago, and it was okay but not great. While
soranokumo was here, we had a dessert platter that included rice pudding, and that put me in the mood to try it again. This time, I tinkered with the recipe and sort of cross-bred an Alton Brown recipe for Indian-style kheer rice pudding with traditional rice pudding, and it came out much better. ( Rice pudding recipe, with commentary )
Someday, I would desperately love to use the phrase, "Straighter than John Wayne voting for Reagan on a horse" as a title for a story.
