16 August 2017 @ 03:20 pm
More 'Miss Fisher' Coming in 2018, As Movie Trilogy Gears Up For Filming

Here's to hoping that this is for real! Also that Dot and Mac are in it! Miss Fisher isn't the same without Dot and Mac (or Bert and Cec and Mr. Butler and Jane, but Dot and Mac are my favorites).
 
 
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 01:28 pm
When Jack Daniel’s Failed to Honor a Slave, an Author Rewrote History


Fawn Weaver on a farm in Lynchburg, Tenn., where Nearest Green and Jack Daniel first began distilling whiskey together.
The whiskey maker backed away from a promise to acknowledge its debt to a black distiller — until Fawn Weaver swooped into town and took up the cause.
By CLAY RISEN

The Grand Hyatt Resort, bottom left, sits about a mile and a half away from a proposed dairy farm in Poipu, Hawaii, owned by the eBay founder Pierre Omidyar.
EBay’s Founder Has a New Idea: Build a Dairy in Hawaii


Kauai residents who object are teaming up with owners of resorts that line the island’s famous beaches to try to block the dairy.
By STEPHANIE STROM

The new season of “The Great British Bake Off” will be hosted by, from left, Paul Hollywood, Sandi Toksvig, Noel Fielding and Prue Leith.
‘The Great British Bake Off’ as We Know It Is Over. What Comes Next?


The cheerful British hit has been rocked by drama since it left BBC last year. Here’s what is next for the show and its original hosts.
By LIAM STACK

The fruitcake found at Cape Adare, Victoria Land, East Antarctica, thought to be from Robert Falcon Scott’s Northern Party (1911).
Fruitcake From Robert Scott Expedition Is ‘Almost’ Edible at 106 Years Old
Conservationists who found the ice-covered dessert in Antarctica believe it once belonged to the British explorer.
By YONETTE JOSEPH

Members of the Long Island Vegetable Orchestra practicing on their vegetable instruments for a performance in July at the Oyster Bay Music Festival on Long Island. From left: Solomon Elyaho, Daniel Battaglia and David Elyaho, Solomon’s twin brother.
Cue the Carrots! Strike Up the Squash!


By ANNIE CORREAL
The musicians of the Long Island Vegetable Orchestra make their instruments from things that grow in the garden.

One article on the buttered roll and a writer gets flamed.
Buttered Roll Redux: A Lowly Breakfast Food Begets High Drama
“With the amount of breaking news stories in the world, who could possibly be that interested in a little essay about buttered rolls?”
By SADIE STEIN

SCIENCE
We Need to Talk Some More About Your Dirty Sponges
Trilobites
By JOANNA KLEIN

THE CHEF
For Niven Patel, Farm-to-Table Cooking Means Taro and Mangoes


The Miami chef grows produce in his backyard in Homestead, Fla. — the only part of the contiguous United States with a tropical monsoon climate.
By RACHEL WHARTON
Recipes: Eggplant Ravaiya | Roasted Mango or Banana Lassi

Classic deviled eggs.
Embrace the Egg!


In summer, the humble hard-boiled egg can turn a tomato sandwich into dinner, or a potato salad into a vegetarian main course. Make some today.
By JULIA MOSKIN

Crescent cookies are an easy way to celebrate the total solar eclipse.
Meals for Your Eclipse Menu


In parts of the United States, the eclipse will occur around lunchtime. Consider planning a picnic. (At least, have a crescent-shaped cookie.)
By SARA BONISTEEL
More: Solar Eclipse Recipes from NYT Cooking

Fruit Cobbler Shows Off Its Many Sides
A Good Appetite
By MELISSA CLARK
Recipe: Fruit Cobbler

CITY KITCHEN
Swap the Hot Grill for a Cool Drink and Low Oven


Thai-style pork ribs, marinated with honey, soy and ginger, just need a turn in the oven before being painted with glaze.
By DAVID TANIS
Recipe: Thai-Style Spare Ribs

COOKING
ON DESSERT
Elevating the Humble Cookie


Ispahan Sablés.
Pierre Hermé’s raspberry and rose sablés taste wonderfully complex, but making them is easy.
By DORIE GREENSPAN
Recipe: Pierre Hermé’s Ispahan Sablés

EAT
Warm tofu and fresh soybeans cooked in salted French butter and celery-seed gastrique.
How to Have Your Health Food and Love It, Too


Make your own tofu, then serve it with a French butter sauce – the best of two very different kinds of cooking.
By GABRIELLE HAMILTON
Recipe: Warm Tofu and Fresh Soybeans Cooked in Salted French Butter and Celery-Seed Gastrique

WINES OF THE TIMES
Though not the typical thirst quencher, good white Rioja is both refreshing and interesting.
Rich and Okay, White Rioja Bends the Summer Standard
By ERIC ASIMOV
 
 
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 11:15 am
Aka, things I wish exist, that I can't find anywhere.

* Standing drafting tables (like the old beat up ones the art institute of seattle had, dammit)
* Standing drafting table where half of the surface is covered in some sort of grippy rubber, like shelf liner, so my pens and stuff stop MOVING (GLASS topped drafting tables? what crack are you people ON?)
* iPad stand that holds it at a good DRAWING angle, not mimicking the angle of a laptop for screen viewage. Like, 10-25degrees, not 45.
* Still looking for an Apple Pencil holder that will attach it to my iPad securely while traveling, but will also work with having a cover on the iPad. And a pencil grip on the damned pencil. =P
* A damned all-in-one social media dashboard for reading the feeds from my social media. I don't care about metrics, I don't care about how popular my posts are, I just want to be able to read my friends list feeds from instagram/twitter/facebook/pinterest all in one damned place.

There's tons of other things, but those are the ones peeving me right now. =P
 
 
16 August 2017 @ 09:32 am
Gave myself a phenomenal case of food poisoning yesterday - pro tip, if you cut into a new avocado and it looks like it has black oxidization already in it, DO NOT EAT IT. Not even the perfectly good looking green bits. It's a sign of internal rot in the avocado, and will give you food poisoning. =P So yeah, that was fun, and yesterday I managed two pieces of bread with a little bit of peanut butter, and a can of ginger ale, and that was it after violently throwing up everything from about noon the day before. >_< Mostly just passed out and slept a lot (like, I'd think "oh, I should get up and get something to drink", and I'd throw off the covers, and then fall asleep again before I could actually finish getting up).

In other random news, there is no better way to piss me off and make me not use your product than by trying to force that product on me. =___=

Case study - company #1 (fieldbook database), which advertised customization, failed to produce said customization, failed to provide any simple way of deleting an account with them, and has now gone 5+ days of very slow response emails with me wherein I asked politely to delete the account as I won't be using it, they (waited 2 days) asked why, I said because the site doesn't do what I want it to, they (waited another 2 days) and asked what I was looking for, and I have rather sharply told them it doesn't matter and delete the account please. It's been 3 days and I have no reply and no confirmation that the account has been deleted.

Company #2 (scruddle social dashboard) - advertised a lot more features than they actually deliver, has no easy account deactivation on their site, AND pushed my account into billable premium immediately, when I had specifically clicked on the free account button. Something which I would never have found out until they were asking me for payment info in a month if I hadn't gone looking all over the account tab in order to delete the damned account. And now I've had to write them a letter, and the letter is polite but damned right I mentioned that underhanded premium bullshit as part of why I won't be using them.

UGH. Stupid ass marketing monkeys. Look, let me try your shit out because nobody likes to buy before trying, see if it does what I want, and then DO NOT fucking make me complain my way up your chain of command in order to delete my account info from your fucking database when it turns out you don't do anything I want. I'd be a lot more likely to recommend places for what they DO instead of spreading their names far and wide as underhanded slimy dipshits if they'd just make setting up a trial account and then deleting it a painless person-interaction-free process.
 
 
 
 
Like [personal profile] celli, who will be very understanding when she gets into work this morning and sees that saying "ground beef" and "spaghetti" in combination to me has prompted a 400+ word essay touching on the basics of on my personal theory of what goes into a good red sauce (the various types of meats or lack thereof), how and why why I learned to cook the way I do based on my mother and maternal grandmother's food and personal histories and theories of economizing, food history back into the Roman Empire, and food science. Which I don't go into depth on, because it's early and also it's work email, but still.

Also she has prompted my meal planning for a bastardized primavera sauce for later this week, which is an entirely different type of pasta sauce. Though it does have mushrooms in it, and parmesan, which will contribute nicely to the umami. (I really can't stop myself.)

(Also it might be time to try another run at that delicious fresh fava bean and parmesan salad, even though fresh fava beans are a gigantic pain to peel. But it was SO GOOD. I just need to remember to get a loaf of good sourdough or French bread to toast first to soak up the sauce.)

Also she will forgive me for not ending a nested parenthetical properly.

Though she will laugh at me. Probably a lot. (I will deserve it.)

But the nice thing about pasta sauce is that I can cook it gluten-free and she can still come over and eat it ANY TIME. We can have a GF pot and a gluten pot of pasta. Which she knows. This is the joy of pasta. The pots wash and the gluten comes off. It's not like flour, which gets in the nooks and crannies of the KitchenAid and stays EVERYWHERE.

Though I do have a nifty recipe for GF peanut butter cookies from Smitten Kitchen if we ever want to get together and bake something. I could use a hand mixer or a wooden spoon instead of the KitchenAid. Also you do the GF stuff first, before you get the flour in the air, so that you don't cross-contaminate.
 
 
 
 
 
14/8/2017 wordcount: 1,574

1.3k was on Kylux RBB and 224 put on a Stony Trumps Hate fill. Would've pressed to force work on my fandom5k continuation, but had to take benadryl to keep my eyeballs in their sockets and that basically killed me for the day. Still managed to get the work done before it knocked me on my ass, though, so hurrah for being up really fucking early because of drama going on outside, I guess?

The fandom5k words is supposed to be my carrot-and-stick. If I get at least a small chunk done on each of my commitment areas-- which right now is the Kylux RBB and the first of my STH fills-- then I will allow myself to put as much work as I can on a project that has no expectations or anxiety attached to it. *pets that story* Yes, yessssss. So good to me, yesss.


From a narrative standpoint, Telltale's The Walking Dead is a lazyass story full of contrived devices that entirely rely on ~~zombies to bring on the drama. I'm not going to give a shit about your characters if the only personal point you give before they die is that they're scared, and then after they're gone you reveal that oh, one of the survivors ~liked~ them. Big whoop, that's been done to death before in everything from soap operas to war dramas you fuckheads.

I'll finish the game because I give a shit about my perfect game score on Steam, but that's the only reason. It's gonna be like pulling teeth, and though my hatred of the comic has died down over the years, it's certainly being rekindled now.


Zuul was making noises last night that he needed to go to the bathroom, so I walked him on a leash out into the pitch so he'd have a chance to not fuck up my kitchen floor. Of course what he really wanted to do was chase desert frogs that are popping up due to all the rain.

Took him back inside after twenty minutes of dicking around, and Tidbit lost her shit. I think she thought I'd taken him away forever or something, because for the rest of the night she placed herself bodily between myself and him at all angles, and if I tried to touch him she'd get up and knock my hand away. HE'S HER DOGGO, NO TOUCHY.

This shit isn't funny, except how it totally is :3
 
 
14 August 2017 @ 07:11 pm
I am behoind on my drabbles but have had some issues these last few days - I will do them and back date them all. I have some other things to get done first.

LIKE MY SLASHY SANTA!
 
 
 
 
14 August 2017 @ 09:14 am
It is slowly sinking in that by this time next month I will be in a Real House, which is All Ours, and we can do ANYTHING we want with it.

Like, I'll have my own office, which is not just somewhere to put all of my worldly belongings, but an entirely separate room that is an office, for working on things, and I can do anything I want to. I'm not restricted to sedate tiny nail holes and pushpins to hang posters. Anything at all, sky in the limit, and I'm encouraging my dragon to think of her office the same way. We can have customized to us spaces. There is no "this is sufficient, this is good enough to work on", there is our space, our house, and if we want to paint the interior Stormwind blue and gold, we can.

I need to live there for awhile. I need to see how the light falls in my office, whether it's morning or evening, what it looks like. And then... I'm pondering bamboo wainscotting, a small corner computer desk, a larger table for doing art on, the papasan chair because it's mine, me and the cats are the only ones who use it, and it needs to go somewhere. bamboo stalk&leaf raised plaster above the actual bamboo slat wainscotting, painted in blues and greens along one accent wall, and moroccan patterns in purple and warm colors on the rest. hanging my moroccan tea light lanterns from the ceiling, along with custom dyed scarves. The papasan might eventually be replaced with a loom stand and my spinning wheel (it's the smallest of the bedrooms that I'm claiming for office space).

Basically a bohemian adult pillow fort, with my computer and art supplies. And I can totally do it, and not even worry about whether it can be restored to the original "bland marketable white" look. *wiggles* Ok, all the adulting might totally be worth it.
 
 
 
14 August 2017 @ 08:45 am
 
Birthday was steak for lunch, and icecream for dessert, and lots of playing on the computer. Also the hilarity of both me and my mom failing to do the math - our respective wives, who are more math inclined than we are, had to do the math for us and assure us that yes, I am one year away from being halfway through my forties. XD The math fail is genetic, obviously.

The stupid scraped knee continues to heal and look gruesome while doing so - it's now healing faster than I'm actually generating new skin, which is making the scab peel back from the edges and yank hard on all that brand new skin, and it's generally ow and can stop leaking sticky clear crap any day now. The ankle that I DID NOT sprain, dammit, can also stop being just ever so slightly swollen (enough that it hits my shoes weird) and full of random twinges of ow. Stupid body.

Cleared out the garage with the boss neighbor's help (and his truck) and took all of that over to the new place. More packing this week, but it sounds like his fuel injectors on his truck are going rapidly downhill and the agreed on idea of another load on wednesday might not happen if his truck won't start. =P oh well, it all needs packing anyways, whether we do it in a U-Haul truck or in his pickup.

Mostly I'm pondering what I can wear for the rest of the week to work - I have a profusion of jeans, but I need, like, loose lightweight pants, or shorts, or even skirts, and I don't have many of those. I just can't even contemplate having denim rubbing on this knee right now. =P
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
11 August 2017 @ 08:48 am
Review: A True-Life Journey Into Interstellar Space in ‘The Farthest’
THE FARTHEST


Emer Reynolds’s dazzling film traces the history of Voyager 1 and Voyager 2. Like the NASA team that produced these spacecraft, it inspires awe.
By ANDY WEBSTER
NYT Critic’s Pick
Director Emer Reynolds
Writer Emer Reynolds
Stars Frank Drake, Carolyn Porco, John Casani, Lawrence Krauss, Timothy Ferris
Running Time 2h 1m
Genres Documentary, History