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Who let me in the kitchen?

Posted on February 12, 2012 | 2 Comments

Yesterday Tyran bought this mixer machine thing. I’m pretty sure that’s what it said on the box.

like the window full of herbs and lemons?

There it is! It has other marvellous attachments (like a blender… Welcome to Margaritaville : Population – Me).

You can see in the picture I made some mayo (that’s the gloop in the jar, and I’ll write more about that later). But the very first thing I did was cut myself on the fucking thing. Twice.

first boo-boo

 

second boo-boo (the big cut)

After some emergency first aid (and a hell of a lot of whinging) I used the machine to first make mayonnaise and then the MOST GARLIC-FILLED GUACAMOLE IN THE UNIVERSE.

five cloves of garlics. and a shallot. vampires beware.

Now that I had some deliciousness happening, I decided I should probably pull something together for lunch. I had a butternut squash hanging around, so I thought I would roast that as a start.

I usually buy the squash already cut up (I’m lazy, yo), but this time I had a whole squash to cut up. Fresh-cut butternut squash smells good. It is like pumpkin… but more apple-ly. I was surprised that there were seeds in there. I don’t know why I was surprised. I suppose that’s what happens when you are used to buying all your food already processed.

lookit all those seeds!

Seeing those seeds gave me an idea: Could butternut squash seeds be roasted just like pumpkin seeds? They sure look the same. So I thought I would give it a try. Win! They did roast up exactly the same and were super delicious.

In the end, my lunch ended up being home-made mayonnaise (with chipotle paste – so good) with roasted butternut squash, guacamole (again, home-made – I rock) and tuna wrapped in seaweed with glutton-free soy sauce and with butternut squash seeds to finish. SO YUMMY.

I also had fresh iced tea. I used the blender to crush the ice for it (fancied it up a load, didn’t it?). It is just rooibos tea with ice and a sprig of mint. I’m getting very used to iced tea with no sugar or other sweeteners. Some teas (like rooibos) are fairly sweet naturally, so you don’t need to add anything to it.

nom nom nom

This lunch was WAY too big. It ended up being 1067 calories. I should have had half the amount and saved the seeds for a snack later. But it worked out okay – I ate this late in the day and just didn’t eat again, so I came out ahead of my ‘allotted’ calories that day (thank you Fitbit for tracking all that for me!)

It’s been an interesting month of eating well. It is delicious but a hella lot of work. I would definitely make this again – but would eat less of all of it.  Either just the tuna and avocado wrap or the squash… or half servings of both.

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Year of the Dragon

Posted on January 12, 2012 | Leave a comment

FINALLY.

The Year of the Dragon. I’ve only had to wait 12 years for it. The last time it was the Year of the Dragon was 2000 – 2001. I was 24. I had just graduated Univeristy.

And I would have never dreamed that by the time it came around again I would have travelled all this way, met all these fabulous people and be living in London. No one dares to dream that big.

But here I am.

And although I have come a long way, I still have a long way to go. And I would like to focus on some of that stuff this year.

I don’t know how well a Fire Dragon (that’s me) will do in a Water Dragon year. But I have some plans to get where I want to be.

There are improvements I would like to make in regards to my creativity, finances, health, lifestyle and relationships. I’m putting a big focus on my health, and I’ll post more details about that soon.

I hesitate to call any of my plans this year “resolutions” or even “goals”. I think I’ll stick with “plans”… but they will be measurable plans. And because they are not going to be NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS, I’m going to wait until after the Year of the Dragon officially kicks in… and after I’m back from Vegas (work trip) before I get going on anything in earnest.

Here’s to making this year a good one!

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Wunderlist: Part Two

Posted on November 5, 2011 | 1 Comment

As some of you already read in my earlier post today, I was having some extreme issues with Wunderlist this morning. The login was balls and then the site went down.  Not a good start to our relationship.

So I passive-aggressively complained here on my blog and sent a tweet about the site being down. Nearly immediately, @wunderlist tweeted back with an update. Which helped control my rage. It was rather interesting how just a little personal response went a long way; I was at the point where I didn’t care if I logged in ever again (I have other lists, right?) and got turned back around to being willing to give them another go.

And then it got a lot more personal.

Kirsty Lee, Social Media Manager at 6wunderkinder got in touch directly. It would appear that she had read my earlier blog post and was also aware that I had spewed forth my frustration on Twitter.

Not only did she reply in the comments to the earlier post, she also emailed me directly to let me know that a) they are working on some soothing salve to decrease the ball-ache of registering via Facebook (sadly, not by killing Facebook but rather with updates to the app) and that the site was down because the servers went down.

I am appeased.

After just using the app today, I can’t yet feedback how useful I am finding it. But after today I am happy to tell the interwebs that the team behind Wunderlist obviously cares what their users think. They obviously care what I think.

They care even though they don’t charge people anything (did I mention earlier that the service is free?). Even though my blog is mostly read by my moms and a few other people who clearly hate themselves and wish to be punished. Even though I’m not a “power-user” or whatever grotesque “you deserve our attention, money-spender” category companies lump people into. They still care.

Kirsty’s actions today (personalised and timely) made all the difference with how I feel about their brand. Instead of focusing on the issues I had this morning, when I tell others about Wunderlist, I’m going to tell them all about the solutions. About the really positive experience I had with the company.

Why aren’t all companies working with their customers/users like this?

Thanks, Kirsty. Tell your boss you deserve a raise.

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Competitive nature + gamifying fitness = Captain Lazyass gets off the couch

Posted on August 21, 2011 | Leave a comment

Last week xkcd posted this comic:

Which made me laugh. A lot of fitness tracking websites (I use Daily Burn and Runkeeper) miss out on some of life’s best activities. I probably would have had a chuckle and left it at that… but it was the mouse-over text that caught my attention. It was:

“I felt so clever when I found a way to game the Fitocracy system by incorporating a set of easy but high-scoring activities into my regular schedule. Took me a bit to realize I’d been tricked into setting up a daily exercise routine.” 

“I’d been tricked into setting up a daily exercise routine.” That interested me. So I rocked over to Fitocracy to check it out.

Fitocracy (www.fitocracy.com) is still in beta and you need an invite code to check it out. Fortunately, they were excepting “xkcd” as an invite code the day I wanted to try it (I don’t know if they still are).

It is exactly the kind of thing I like. You get to level up when you are active and there are unlockable achievements. There is a lovely sense of humour underlying the site. For example, the quest to run a mile in under 10 minutes is called “Someone is chasing me!” There is an over abundance of zombie references. I joined a group called “Getting Fit for the Zombie Apocalypse”. Not even kidding.

It seems to be pretty nerdcentric, but that also suits my temperament. I need something to motivate me to get away from my computer and out into the wild. And if I find that motivation on a website that will give me “points” for doing so… well, I have no business commenting on the other nerds rocking the site.

There is only three things missing from the site right now that would make it better. The first is a mobile site and/or iPhone/Android app. Apparently the mobile site is in the works, which would be rad. The second thing is that it doesn’t (yet) connect with my Withings scale. All things should connect to my Withings. But that too is apparently in the plan.

The final thing I’m missing is people I know who’s asses I would like to kick. I’ve joined a few groups (such as the aforementioned zombie training group) on the site, but being better than a handful of strangers is not nearly as much fun as kicking the asses of people I know.

I have ten invites (apparently) that I can give away. If any of you would like to give Fitocracy a try, let me know. I’ll send you an invite and start following your ass. And then I’ll start kicking it.

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No beer and no pizza make Jodi something something…

Posted on February 6, 2011 | 1 Comment

Actually, to be honest? It hasn’t been all that bad. Or that hard.

So, just following on from my previous post when I talked about the changes I had made starting this year and how they are going.

I’ve had no problems whatsoever with the alcohol aversion, other than having to constantly explain to people why I would do this to myself. I don’t even miss it. And I am LOVING the hangoverless mornings. Fact.

Worth noting is that while we were in Vegas (work thang) I didn’t follow my rules. The No Drinking Rule has the “out of the country” exception so I did take advantage of that a wee bit… and I just wanted a Slurpee so badly the sugar thing had to go too.

I wasn’t as bad as I thought I was going to be (or as I could have been). I had drinks, but didn’t get drunk. I ate whatever I wanted… but not too much or too bad (except that first night meal at Dennys. YOWZA.)

Other than Vegas though, I’ve been sticking with it.

On the food front, things are going well. I’ve only had a couple of mornings since the beginning of January where I have wanted to punch breakfast right in the cock. Some mornings are hard! I found that it was the worst when I didn’t get enough sleep or ate really, really late the night before. Most mornings though it is no problem. If I’m being lazy (or woke up late) I just have a couple of eggs and I’m sorted.

The rest of the food thing is going well too. I think the Saturday gorge-a-thons are really, really helping with that. Before, I would have the restrictions in place every single day, and after a few weeks I’d implode and eat a pizza. And then I would slide right back into my old habits… usually very quickly.  Now, if I crave something that I’m not supposed to eat, I just say to myself, “Patience, my pretty. Patience. Soon it will be Saturday.”  This Saturday was about eating mashed potatoes. I wanted them so badly I would have killed a kitten for them.

Other than the time in Vegas (and the jet-lagged work week full of training the new peeps following it) I have been an utter rock fucking star about going to the gym at lunch. I do some core training on Mondays and Fridays… and the rest of the time I just run around like an idiot on a treadmill.  I even went swimming last week.

::SIDE NOTE::

One of the ‘core training’ exercises that I’m doing is a two-hand “Russian” kettlebell swing. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, this chick in this video demonstrates it pretty well:

I’m using a 20kg kettlebell and currently doing 5 sets of 15 reps, trying to work my way up to just doing 75 straight reps with the damned thing.

This is hard.

On Monday, after the first 15, I thought I was going to throw up or pass out. Most likely both. I had to put the stupid weight down and pace about for a good two minutes before I was ready to even think about picking it up again.

I was sore for the next three days, with Wednesday being the worst. On Wednesday, sitting down caused me pain. SITTING.

The good news is that when I did it again on Friday, although I still thought I might throw up after the first set, it was much easier and two days later I’m not sore. HOORAH!

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Something I’ve learned about me and exercise: Like fuck I’m going to do it first thing in the morning. NO NO NO. So I’m not even going to try it any more. It is stricken off my list of things to do.

I’ve not been doing evenings either… but I may try that one again once it is lighter later. We’ll see. As long as I keep the gym sessions, I’m not too fussed.

I’ve been sleeping great. GREAT! I don’t think I have ever said that in my life ever. I think the melatonin and magnesium is helping… but so is the exercise and the fact that I’m not eating so much shit.

Overall, this experiment is working. My weight is slowing dropping, so are inches. Which is good. And my energy is up. Also good. I sleep better – excellent. And the best part is that I just feel better in general. Happier. And seeing how at this time a year ago I was the most stressed, angry and unhappy that I had ever been (and, although I didn’t know it then, just a few weeks off from being hospitalised)… I think being happier and less stressed is the best thing in the world right now. Awesome.

*I realised after posting that some people may not get what the post title is referring to. Which is sad. SAD. If you don’t know what I’m referencing, watch this clip. (Sorry about all the Hulu shit… I’m hoping that the heavy advertising means they won’t take the clip down…)

And if you don’t know which movie the Simpsons are parodying in that clip, well… there is nothing more I can do for you. You are obviously a culturally retarded cave dweller and I have nothing more to say to you.

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>Night night to the noughties

Posted on January 2, 2010 | Leave a comment

>What a fucking decade.

A lot has happened. Sure, sure… for the entire world. But I’m concerned mostly with me. I know you’re surprised. But I don’t think I need to recap what has happened in the world in the last 10 years – surely CNN or the BBC or the CBC (whatever floats your boat) will be doing recaps for everyone as nothing hugely newsworthy seems to be happening in the world right now (so says me, the girl who doesn’t read the paper or watch the news). So I’m going to focus on me.

I don’t really know where to begin. ‘”Begin at the beginning,” the king said gravely, “and when you get to the end; stop.”‘ Alrighty then. Good advice, that.

I brought in the year 2000 with short, blonde hair and dressed as Alice. Heather threw a fantastic costume party for the millenium with balloons and food and all. I crashed at her place and stumbled home on the first day of the year through a foot of snow with one wet shoe (I had barfed in it the night before and needed to rinse it out before I put it back on).  It wasn’t particularly comfortable.  Good thing home wasn’t very far away.

I graduated with a fairly useless degree (English Lit and Theatre) that year and proceded to not do much with my life. I was working at the pulp mill (oh my, yes) and was in a relationship with a pretty kick-ass guy. Things were not too shabby at the start of the decade.

The next few years seemed to just happen. Life was good but nothing really stands out from the first three years from the decade, good or bad. But then there was a very dark spot – the summer following my 27th birthday they cancelled Futurama, my house was broken into, the province caught on fire, my dad died, my friend Jeff died and my grandmother died. It was easily the worst year of my life. I was relieved when it was over.

After living in Vancouver for just over a year (and seeing a bajillion fantastic gigs with Mike) I decided to fuck off to Korea in August of 2005 for reasons that are completely my own. I was 29. There wasn’t a single stamp in my passport. It seemed like the right thing to do.

For the next two years I lived just south of Seoul and worked as a kindergarten teacher. It was easily the most fun I’ve ever had at work. I met a lot of absolutely amazing people and went on many adventures. I also got to travel. A lot. Over those two years I went to Thailand, Hong Kong, Cambodia, China, Malaysia, North Korea and the Philippines.

In 2007 I felt I was finally done with Korea (I was only supposed to be there for one year!) and it was time to move on to the next big thing. Mostly thanks to a very good visa, I decided that I would move to London.  I did, of course, choose to get here in the most ridiculous way possible. I flew to Malaysia to do nothing on a tropical island for a month. Then back on a plane to get to Ho Chi Minh City. After a few days there the great train trip began, taking me through Vietnam, China, Mongolia, Russia, Belarus, Poland, Germany and Belgium to get to England. I had no one to stay with upon my arrival, so I immediate flew to Dublin, then after a week took a bus to Belfast and finally took the ferry to Glasgow where I stayed for a week before moving along to my final stop; London.

And now I’ve been here for over two years, which still makes me shake my head. It is hard to believe that I’ve been gone from home so long (more than four years now!) and here in London so long. It is a city that still manages to delight me almost every day. I’ve had a fairly, um, unsettled time here: I’ve had four jobs and have lived in five places over the two years. I can’t say it has been easy, but it has been interesting and for the most part, a lot of fun.

I think back over the last 10 years, of the places I’ve been, the things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done… and the most amazing thing to me is still the people I’ve been able to meet and the friends that I’ve made. I feel so fortunate that life has gone as it has over the last 10 years to bring so many great people in my life. Awesomeness.

I’m certain the adventure isn’t over yet.  I’m still young(ish) and there is so much more of this great big world to see. Instead of feeling cynical and bitter (which is fairly typical of me), I’m really optimistic about the upcoming decade. Shoot. If it’s half as good as the last one, I’ll be happy with it.

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It’s the little things

Posted on July 31, 2009 | 2 Comments

>I’ve got a couple of fairly major things to be pleased about at the moment.

My job is going well and I have to say I’m enjoying it. I’ve been with Gumtree for 5 weeks now and I’m still happy. This is a new record, methinks.

Tomorrow I depart from Aurghville, never to return. I must, at this conjecture, allow myself the pleasure of a dignified wooting. Woot.

Seriously though, I can’t wait. You know your living situation has been bad when your move has so many perks (nicer location, much better flatmate, more space, shorter commute, no poop on the walls) and you are most excited about being able to put freaking food in the freaking fridge.

And still it is the little things that make me most ridiculously giddy about life in general. Like yesterday.

Yesterday work wasn’t all that exciting – I’m at the clean-up/wrap-up point of a few things and it is at the stage where I’m just chasing other people for the final pieces. But I got to leave 30 minutes early so I could make it to a shop in Covent Garden before it closed at 6:30.

London transit tried to make me late, but I was there by 6:20. Good thing, because it was the only shop selling what I was looking for. How exciting to find a shop in London that sells Canadian food (and beers – hoozah!) In addition to what I actually went in there for, I also bought ketchup chips. Mmmm… ketchup chips.

I walked up the Strand to my bus stop in Aldwych to catch my bus. Now I was no longer in a rush. The evening was gorgeous… blue skies and warm but not hot. The sunlight was golden and I was more than happy to wait for the bus which was not long in coming.

I always sit on the second deck of the bus if I can. I know I’ve been in London for almost two years and the double-deckers are ubiquitous. But I still get a real kick at sitting at the top at the front. You get a very different view of the city when you are sitting up there.

So, there I am, sitting in the front top-left seat of the 243. Cruising through the boroughs of London. Enjoying the quality of the light of the evening sun. And I reach into my bag o’ goods and pull out a bag of ketchup chips.

Ketchup chips are hard to explain to non-Canadians. I didn’t realise until I got to Korea that they were even a Canadian thing. How sad that the rest of the world hasn’t had the pleasure of staining their fingers a violent red whilst eating potato chips coated in simulated ketchup-ish flavoured powder goodness.

Now, the bag I had was Lays, which isn’t the best ketchup chip. Everyone knows that Old Dutch make the best ketchup chips, but hey! I wasn’t going to be choosy. I had a bag of ketchup chips. In London.

I’m not sure exactly what makes them my favourite flavour; certainly not everyone (read: careybatgirl) likes them. Some people (again, read: careybatgirl) think that they are kind of sick. They are kind of a weird flavour and only taste of ketchup in the wildest realms of the imagination. I love ‘em.

I think it may have to do with the memories I have tied up with them. My moms was one of these “good parents” who wouldn’t let her kids gorge themselves on crap food all the time. She made us eat fruit and veggies and stuff. How cruel! However, when we went camping… all bets were off. Out came the mini-boxes of crap cereal which we were allowed to wash down with cream soda or root beer. We roasted marshmallows. We walked around in our bathing suits (which we were also allowed to sleep in – glorious!) clutching a bag of Old Dutch ketchup chips and covered in red chip flavouring, spilled soda pop, sunscreen and bug spray.

I loved camping with my moms and not just because the rules were relaxed. She always worked so hard but we never had a lot of spare money. Even so, she took us camping a lot. She believed that experiences in life are more important than things. And you know what? She’s right. Inadvertently I think those childhood camping trips may be responsible for all the traveling I’ve done as an adult. Because she was right then and she’s right now: experiences are worth far more than any possession.

Back to London, the bus, and my bag o’ memory-inducing ketchup chips. As I was sitting there enjoying all three last night I had a moment of pure happiness and couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. It didn’t last long… it is public transit in England, after all. But for that moment I was happy to be who I was and where I was. Which was all kinds of awesome. I’m going to try and hang onto that thought for a little while.

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>Waiting for Godot

Posted on July 26, 2009 | Leave a comment

>I don’t remember when I found out about this show – but I do remember where. I was wondering around trying to find my way from Oxford Street to Trafalgar Square. Somehow I ended up walking past the Royal Theatre Haymarket. They had huge signs up for the show and I stopped and took a picture so I wouldn’t forget.

Samuel Beckett is one of my favourite playwrights. I’ve read a few of his shows and have looked into others. Waiting for Godot is a particular favourite as we studied it in University (although that feels like it happened a million years ago now). My friend Tabitha and I performed part of the second act and let me tell ya: Beckett is difficult.

So, in a nutshell: My favourite play by my favourite playwright. I’ve only seen it performed once before; I saw it in Korea with Orla and Joe and thoroughly enjoyed it. Imagine my joy when I saw that I could attend the show in London. Now times that joy by a hundred when I saw who was cast as DiDi and GoGo: Sir Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart.

Now, I’m not the world’s biggest LOTR or Star Trek fan (I’m a geek, but not *that* geeky!) but McKellen and Stewart are renown thespians. Heck, the Queen hit McKellen with a sword for being so good. The thought that I would see these two highly talented gentlemen in my favourite play was nearly more than I could stand.

Because he was awesome enough to take me to a play earlier this year, I invited Tyran to join me which he was happy enough to do, in spite of the steep ticket prices. It turns out we were smart to get tickets that far in advance; they sold out extremely fast.

The day of the play I ran away from work as soon as I could and headed into the city. I met Tyran at Trafalgar Square and we headed to the theatre. I was just relieved that we made it on time and there was no problem with picking up our tickets.

The inside of the theatre was gorgeous. It is something I love about London and can’t imagine getting tired of anytime soon – the splendid grandeur of the old theatres that I get to visit not just for plays, but for gigs as well.

The set was more complicated than I was expecting – it is a Beckett, after all. I was expecting nothing more than a dead tree and a rock (as called for in the script) but there were a few other pieces to this set – mostly to add interest to the wall behind them and to part of the floor. To wit, there was a brick wall at the back with concrete debris in front of it. The floor upstage was raked and had holes in it – one through which the boy at the end of the act popped up and another which they played with during the second scene with Pozzo and Lucky where they are all in a pile on the ground. Those set pieces, plus the dead tree and a broken piece of stone bench gave an air of a civilization passed on, of a city (or a part of a city) that was past it’s prime. The lack of detail still allowed for timelessness to the set.

The lighting was incredible. It was very natural and helped with the feel of the play (which good lighting should do). There were no fancy effects and it was never distracting. The sound was another manner. Although minimal, I think the few sounds they did use could have been done away with entirely. Or at the very least, should have been executed in a different way. Case in point, when Pozzo and Lucky left the stage, there was the sound of a crash. This was played over the speakers and thereby came from entirely the wrong direction. I would have much preferred an old-school rendering of the sound and believe they just should have dropped a bunch of shit offstage right.

I know! I know! Get to the performance already! How was the performance?

Mind-blowingly awesome. Just… wow. Wow, wow, wow. I was so impressed – I can’t remember the last time I was so impressed with the performance of a cast. Their timing and decisions were amazing. The script was beautifully interpreted and flawlessly presented.

Careybatgirl asked me if the rumours were true: Did McKellen out-perform Stewart? The answer is yes. Now, don’t get me wrong, Stewart was amazing. Absolutely top form. But if this was a contest he would have been out of luck – he was in top form but McKellen was perfect. His portrayal of Estragon was gorgeous. At no point did you ever think he was “acting”. If you had seen McKellen in character on the street, I promise you would have tossed him some coins instead of asking for his autograph. His character was that well constructed and performed.

Simon Callow as Pozzo and Ronald Pickup as Lucky were also brilliant. I don’t know the actors, but I really liked what they did with their parts as well. I always have deep respect for any actor that is willing to tackle the role of Lucky; I can only imagine the difficulty of having to memorise his long, rambling monologue.

After the show Tyran and I went to the Sherlock Holmes pub (right near Great Scotland Yard, naturally) and had a pint of real ale to discuss the show (and, unrelatedly, the 80 year-old man who was stood at the bar and dressed like a pimp). It was lovely to be able to discuss the show with someone who seemed to genuinely enjoy it every bit as much as I did.

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>Laundromat Love

Posted on April 15, 2009 | 2 Comments

>First; learning.

Apparently a “self-service laundry facility” is called a laundrette in the UK. This is wrong. The British people should be chastised for making laundry sound feminine. A-holes. Although I don’t think Yanktown, Canader and Oz are doing much better when you consider how goofy the spelling of laundromat is. Do you say “laundrOHmat” or “laundrEEmat”? Okay, now I’m just being bitter ’cause I had to look up the spelling. And I’ve learned that I was saying it wrong my entire life. Let’s go back to picking on the sexist British instead of thinking about my lack of spelling abilities, shall we?

Or should we just get on with the bloody blog post already? Okay… you the boss.


When was the last time you were at a laundromat? Perhaps you go all the time and will think I’m batty for saying this: I enjoyed it.

I haven’t gone in years… to the point that I don’t clearly remember the last time. I think I was still living in Quesnel, so that would have been a million years ago or so (give or take).

I decided to take it to the ‘mat as not only did I have a pantsload of laundry to do, but my new place has no dryer. What’s with that?

::SIDE NOTE::

Just another reason not to live in Aurghville too much longer. Sigh.

::END SIDE NOTE::

I don’t mind doing a load and hanging it up – I did it in Korea for two years. But here that means giving up every last millimetre of floor space I have in my room (there simply isn’t any other space – see note on “Aurghville”, above). But I’m willing to do it, if it is within reason. But hanging up my bedding? L.A.M.E. x 3, yo:

1. I’ve only got one set of the damned things. What am I supposed to sleep on? What am I supposed to sleep under?

2. They would take up more space than I gots to hang them.

3. They wouldn’t get that snuggy dryer-fresh aura about them.

So I sucked it up this evening and hauled it to the ‘mat, which was hopping busy. Apparently I wasn’t the ony slothing my way through Zombie Jesus’ Birthday Weekend Bananza*. It looked like every geezer in East London had laundry to do tonight.

Good thing there were washing machines available ’cause I had enough dirty goods to fill three of them (without overfilling… there were so many machines just packed full, which doesn’t really work). And at dryer time some nice old guy ‘splained to me how the machine worked.

::SIDE NOTE::

True store: I just said “dryer time” in my head the same way a particular MC used to say “Hammer Time”. Yes, I did.

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The problem was that I needed two machines – I filled one with my two loads of clothes and it was the bedding that I really needed to dry before I left. There were two machines that were going to come free. There were two of us waiting. Awesome! One was about two minutes ahead of the other. So I told the other girl waiting to go ahead. Well… the person who was using “my” machine put more money in and effed everything up. AURGHPANTS! But then that lovely person who I “gave” the dryer to suggested that we share the machine and dried all the sheets at the same time. How rad is that?

So I was feeling the neighbourhood love at the laundromat tonight and laundry was the least stressful it has been in ages. And with how stressful everything else seems to be in my life at the moment… I dig the laundromat most supreme. Rock.

*I know a few people personally that could stumble across that blasphemy that I would apologise to, but a) you should expect this sort of malarkey from me by now, b) I’m probably going to hell whether or not I refer to JC as a Zombie, c) I think Jesus would think it was funny, d) I earned back any points I lost with that awesomely correct punctuation, and e) hell anyway.

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Eggy in a basket… now more squirrelly than ever!

Posted on February 23, 2009 | 2 Comments

>So, my new favourite breakfast (other than french toast or anything cooked by someone else) is eggy in a basket. It is tasty. It is convenient. And it is delightfully easy to make.

Cut a hole in a piece of bread, fry that bitch up, flip it, drop an egg in the hole, cook some more, consume. Easy-peasy.

Of course… I don’t do anything like a normal person. I thought breakfast would be more exciting if I used a cookie-cutter of some sort to make the hole in the bread. I was right.

How stinking cute is that?

Squirrel centre with peanut butter. Mmmmm….

Squirrels never tasted so good.

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