This afternoon I made cinnamon-chocolate sour cream cake. It came out well. I gave the whole thing away to fleurdeleo, though. It was too sweet or too something for me. I don't know. This happens to me a lot when I bake - I often don't want to eat whatever it is after a small bite. We went out for our traditional "We're having a blizzard, let's go to the bar" pre-Christmas drink tonight. The Bar Around the Corner was full of a private party, so we went to a different place, with a much better beer selection and fancier appetizers. It was good. I had a couple bottles of Lindemans lambic framboise.

Now I am ready to sack out on the couch.

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Okay, call me crazy, but it was my understanding that an idea was kripked when fic dovetails with something that later occurs in or is confirmed by canon, and that jossed is still when canon later contradicts something posited in fic. I don't like it when people use kripked to mean jossed, when my understanding is the opposite. I get all confuzzled.

You know what else I don't understand? People who ship a pairing when they hate half of it. I mean, I guess I kind of get it in the "This makes my favorite character happy, so even though it's not my favorite person, I can get behind it" way, but too often it reads like, "I hate hate hate this character, so I'm going to write a story about how unworthy they are for the character I love, and make a romance out of it, even though it is super creepy with that subtext." And sometimes it's not even subtext.

Can you tell I've been trawling ff.net for Max/Alec again? Why would you write Max/Alec if you hate Max so much? It just makes me crazy! Just ship oh-so-perfect Manticore's best alpha male!Alec *rolls eyes* with someone else and then I won't even have to click on your story and we'll both be happier! And your story will be at least 50% less creepy if you like both halves of your pairing.

I'm just saying.

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I made this chocolate mousse tonight. It's good, though I think I made the same mistake the poster made, because mine is also riddled with small bits of unmelted chocolate (or perhaps the meringue was too cool? It is fairly cool in my apartment so I don't think "room temperature" means what they intended it to mean). And also, there are way too many fucking bowls involved. Okay, it's only two, but you have to wash one of them in the middle of the process and I do not have enough room to be pouring things from bowl to bowl and washing up in the middle. I have a cutting board laid over my sink and a strip of counter space about 12" long by 4" wide, and the top of my stove. That is it. My life, so hard. wah wah wah.

I think I'm pretty much decided on what I'm making for gifts, but tomorrow I will be trying out some kind of cinnamon chocolate cake. I will report back how it turns out. If it is really awesome, maybe I will drop out the nutella cake and substitute it. Decisions, decisions.

I think baking is a good way to spend the coming snowpolcaypse, don't you?

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Bring me the finest bagels and muffins in the land! My yuletide story has been sent off to beta!

It turned out all right in the end, I think. It needs a good polishing, but it isn't the horror I was afraid it was going to be when I was struggling over each and every word.

Now onto Broken Toys!

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I stayed up late last night and now I am very tired. It was hard to get out of bed this morning. It is very cold outside, and it's supposed to snow. My parents said not to come, because of the weather. So I have an unexpected weekend at home. Surely there will be baking. And writing. And sleeping. Dear god, so much sleeping.

Have a poem, since I am clearly incapable of writing an entry:

The God Who Loves You

It must be troubling for the god who loves you
To ponder how much happier you'd be today
Had you been able to glimpse your many futures.
It must be painful for him to watch you on Friday evenings
Driving home from the office, content with your week—
Three fine houses sold to deserving families—
Knowing as he does exactly what would have happened
Had you gone to your second choice for college,
Knowing the roommate you'd have been allotted
Whose ardent opinions on painting and music
Would have kindled in you a lifelong passion.
A life thirty points above the life you're living
On any scale of satisfaction. And every point
A thorn in the side of the god who loves you.
You don't want that, a large-souled man like you
Who tries to withhold from your wife the day's disappointments
So she can save her empathy for the children.
And would you want this god to compare your wife
With the woman you were destined to meet on the other campus?
It hurts you to think of him ranking the conversation
You'd have enjoyed over there higher in insight
Than the conversation you're used to.
And think how this loving god would feel
Knowing that the man next in line for your wife
Would have pleased her more than you ever will
Even on your best days, when you really try.
Can you sleep at night believing a god like that
Is pacing his cloudy bedroom, harassed by alternatives
You're spared by ignorance? The difference between what is
And what could have been will remain alive for him
Even after you cease existing, after you catch a chill
Running out in the snow for the morning paper,
Losing eleven years that the god who loves you
Will feel compelled to imagine scene by scene
Unless you come to the rescue by imagining him
No wiser than you are, no god at all, only a friend
No closer than the actual friend you made at college,
The one you haven't written in months. Sit down tonight
And write him about the life you can talk about
With a claim to authority, the life you've witnessed,
Which for all you know is the life you've chosen.

~Carl Dennis

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\o/

1240 words!

I'm not done, but the end is in sight!

Woo!

And now I must go to bed, because I am up way too late.

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Friday Night Lights

( spoilers )

I love this show so so much. I can't believe that it consistently gets shut out of awards, because it is pretty consistently (early season 2 aside) head and shoulders above most other shows on television. Sigh.

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I came home from work tonight and took a nap. I haven't done that in ages (I mean, okay, a few nights ago I fell asleep on the couch, but that wasn't planned - this was planned). I also ordered in, something I don't do very often anymore either. I got my period this morning and it's freaking freezing out. I felt I deserved both.

Also, my new comforter arrived. I haven't had a new one in ages. I still love my old (fifteen-years-old) black comforter with the lilies on it, but I needed something new and this one is pretty. Hopefully it's warm, too. I'm not going to put it on the bed till my period's over, though, just to be safe.

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various. and also sundry:

= 850 words on my yuletide. I am getting there, I think. I hope. *meep*

= I have Google wave invites (I never log in, because it seems pointless and counterintuitive to me, but whatever), DW invites, and those LJ holiday coupons if anyone wants them.

= I posted two ficlets in the past two days:

Sometime Around Midnight
Dark Angel; Max/Alec; pg; 310 words
Since he can't get drunk, there's only one way to forget.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
Harry Potter; Remus/Sirius; pg; 650 words
"I needed to hear this song." (sequel to The Love There That's Sleeping)

They were the only complete results from my foray into the ten songs/ten ficlets thing this time around, though I started a couple others that might get written once yuletide is done.

= Is it me or is delicious really flaky lately? Half the time I click on something and I get the "experiencing technical difficulties" message.

= I am attempting to put together some top 10 lists for the decade and while I think I can sort of do favorite characters (way more than ten *snerk*), favorite episodes is frustrating me, partly because my memory is pretty crappy, and partly because I can only think of WW and BSG episodes, and also because I waffle about whether to include "The Body" or OMWF. Though I have to say, I think best episode title of the decade has to go to "Dim Sum, Lose Some," but only because I am ridiculously fond of bad puns.

It is a puzzlement.

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So it's quote Leo McGarry day:

"If we're going to walk into walls I want us running into them full speed. We're going to lose some of these battles, and we might even lose the White House, but we're not going to be threatened by issues. We're going to bring 'em front and center. We're going to raise the level of public debate in this country, and let that be our legacy."

*sniffle*

Oh, Leo...

(You might also enjoy watching this vid, and by "enjoy" I mean "get chills and bawl like a baby" [the way the show used to make me], which is impressive for something that's not even a full 2 minutes long. At first I was like, "this is an odd song choice" and then some of the lyrics make it more understandable, and THEN the chorus kicks in and that is where the chills and the crying come from.)

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Thank you to all the people who had such kind things to say on the love meme. I truly appreciate it. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Thank you also to celtprincess13 for the lovely card, and to angelgazing for the delicious cookies and the amazing gift. ♥♥♥♥♥

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I made the buttermilk cake again today, but I switched out orange zest for the lemon zest and added two tsp of orange juice. And left out the raspberries. It's good, but it's lacking something. Possibly I will add dried cranberries on top next time. Hmm...

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Criminal Minds

( spoilers want to be a BAMF like Emily Prentiss when they grow up )

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Thanks to fleurdeleo, angelgazing and luzdeestrellas, I think I have figured out how to fix my yuletide story. I hope. I just have to figure out how to actually write it. I mean, I have 600 words so I'm on the way, but you know, there have been plot developments and you know how that hurts my wee brain. But I have a plan now, I think. I hope.

Wish me luck!

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I look at the world and I notice it's turning
Harry Potter; Remus/Sirius; pg; 650 words
"I needed to hear this song."

This is a teeny sequel to The Love There That's Sleeping. This won't make much sense without reading that.

( I look at the world and I notice it's turning )

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Feedback would be awesome.

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So to kickstart my writing, which has been nonexistent since mid-November-ish, I tried to do that "ten songs/ten ficlets" thing again. It was...partly successful.

Sometime Around Midnight
Dark Angel; Max/Alec; pg; 310 words
Since he can't get drunk, there's only one way to forget.

( and all of these memories come rushing / like feral waves to your mind / of the curl of your bodies / like two perfect circles entwined )

~*~

Feedback is adored.

~*~

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I meant to mention this the other night about last week's Bones. ( spoiler )

Tonight's Big Bang Theory was pure comedy gold. ( spoilers )

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225 words on yuletide. At some point I will break through and hit 1000 and then it's all downhill from there. Hopefully that point is sometime before this weekend, or I will have to stab myself in the face. Sigh.

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I haven't done the last few love memes that went around, but here I am in this year's holiday love meme.

Now to go through and leave some love of my own. Um. In a totally hygienic way. ♥

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So last night I was making this orange-cranberry loaf, and as I put the pan into the oven, I looked up and saw the box of sugar sitting on the counter and I thought, Oh, shit, I didn't put the sugar in the batter. So I pulled the pan out of the oven and stirred the sugar directly into the batter. It turned out fine. I had it for breakfast this morning. But wow, talk about senior moments. Eek!

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210 words on yuletide! I don't know that they are good words, but...words, I has them! Talking it out with fleurdeleo last night over dinner clarified some of the issues I was having - all tell and no show, basically - and hopefully now that I am working on fixing that (after I scrapped three separate opening paragraphs), the rest of the story will follow.

*crosses fingers*

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Ugh. It was bad enough that I had to root for Philip Rivers today. Now the Giants are FAILLING (yes they fail so hard they get two Ls) against the Eagles. How is their tackling so bad? HOW? And how is their offensive play-calling so useless? And how come their receivers can make these huge plays one minute, and can't even hold onto the ball the next? Otoh, Eli can do these smart, smart things, and Bradshaw and Jacobs can make these runs but can't get out of bounds to stop the clock. Jesus. The agita is killing me.

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On the upside, I wrote 1000 words tonight, for the first time in about two weeks.

On the downside, none of those words were on my yuletide story. Sigh.

I think I have to rethink the way I'm telling the story - I think the idea is sound, but I'm just not coming at it from the right direction. Or something. I thought about it while I was highlighting my hair (I miss the old Feria highlights I used to use. It makes me sad they don't make that anymore. This other stuff - Highlight Styliste - is... I like the color, but the coverage is difficult, and not just because I have more grey than I used to - it doesn't coat evenly! I don't like the whole powder thing. I liked it better when it was mixing one liquid into another. It just worked better. Sigh. I hate change. [/tan]) and I think I have to skip the exposition and just jump right in. Or something. I don't know! It's so inert right now, and if there's one thing this source is not, it's inert. It's an assignment that is a perfect match for me, and yet I can't get out of the gate. It's making me a little crazy, to be honest.

I am going to bed now, but I guess I will be back at it again tomorrow. From a slightly different angle. Or something.

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Things I have done today:

• made nutella cupcakes
  
  • can I just say that I find cupcakes intimidating? You can only fill them 3/4 of the way or they overflow! They have to be carefully removed from the muffin tin rather than just turned out like a cake! And this batter was kind of sticky and not pourable, so I had to spoon it into the cups. And then swirl the nutella in. Which... okay, I only had one mess-up, but still. It was only after I had them in the oven that my parents called and my dad mentioned using an ice cream scoop to keep the portions uniform and my mother suggested greasing it so the batter released easily. Why did I not think of that? Anyway. The cupcakes are good, if a little sweet for my taste, but I think for Christmas I will make it as a cake.


• dropped off way too much laundry for washing


• read fic

Things I should do today:

• Finish non-baking Christmas shopping


• write yuletide. YULETIDE! YULETIDE!


• start cleaning out closet and/or bookshelves

Things I should not be doing today and yet apparently am:

• playing bubbleshooter


• Reading this week's EW


• reading the latest comments on the return of Victoria Bitter wank.
  
  • this is the wank that keeps on giving, guys. It would have been hilarious enough if it had just included the false assertions of being an IRA member and the pseudicide, but the fact that it is also the return of VB makes it completely epic. It is the perfect wank for the holiday season, as it is apparently the wank that keeps on giving.


• downloading the episodes of Being Human that I haven't seen.

Things I someday would like to watch, possibly when YULETIDE is written:

• Mad Men


• Being Human


• the seasons 1 and 2 episodes of Psych I haven't seen (which is most of them)


• Slings and Arrows (Dude, I have the dvds, and yet they sit, unwatched. sigh.)

Things I would like to do a full rewatch of (sooner rather than later):

• The Wire


• Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel


• Middleman


• Firefly


• West Wing


• Homicide


• Sports Night


• Gilmore Girls (seasons 1-4 only)


• Battlestar Galactica


• Northern Exposure

Jesus, that is a lot of tv. Why do I have to work again?

Now, I must write!

*opens Write or Die*

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I gave up on work about 3:45 this afternoon and spent my last 75 minutes redoing the food tags on my delicious, so now they are more specific and I can more easily find what I'm looking for. (Oddly enough, I don't have near the same problem finding stories with non-specific tags - I'm not sure why that is.)

So tonight I baked this raspberry buttermilk cake from smitten kitchen, and dear god, it is tasty. It took about ten minutes longer in the oven than the recipe says, but that's because I baked it in an 8" round instead of a 9". SO SO TASTY OMG! Maybe next time I will skip the raspberries and do lemon flavoring. Or orange. I don't know, but it's a good, tasty, easy cake that tastes really good. I don't think it'll be included in the Christmas baking, but I can definitely see making it on a Sunday night for breakfast for a few days.

Tomorrow I am going to attempt self-frosting nutella cupcakes, and if they come out as awesome as they look on that page, I will probably make a bunch for Mary and Sal for Christmas.

Mmm...baking...

Before I baked, I watched this week's Friday Night Lights. I thought I was going to make it through without crying for once, but then ( spoilers )

I probably should attempt to write, but I think I am going to go put the flannel sheets on the bed and then crawl into it.

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Good lord, I tried to do a spot of online Christmas shopping, since Boss 1 is gone for the day and Boss 2 is in a three hour conference call, and the phones will not stop ringing! And when the phones aren't ringing, people are stopping by! WTF? It's Friday! Give me fifteen minutes of peace so I can order some gifts! *rant about international shipping and the lack thereof from some sites redacted*

Speaking of Christmas, I don't send holiday cards anymore - I got out of the habit and never got back into it, so I never put my name in anymore for people to send me cards, since I feel bad that I don't reciprocate. I do love receiving cards, though, so thank you so much to rei_c for the lovely card! First one of the season! *hearts*

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Last night, mosca posted a poem in breathe_poetry that I really liked (Different Uses for Windows by Arlene Ang), and included a link to H_NGM_N, the literary journal in which it appears, so of course I had to go over there and poke around.

I found this poem:

Fifteen Beautiful Colors
by Erica Bernheim

I. Four mornings in a row of dawns, reversed sunsets, greasepaint reflections of peril heightened.



II. Ash, scattered, tastes of care and warns of inter-mural collisions. Expected, their flat hues.



III. Speaker, formulaic, blends all domestics into hard-won remainders like salt and rock salt.



IV. Lights at their brightest are the first to be extinguished. Six tickets rigged. Stained clandestine yellow.



V. Signals, misfired. Cornflower becomes alabaster, what voices scrape the self-professed neutron into action.



VI. Sweets, water, rested and longing for motion, the completion of the voiced projections: picture, abandon.



VII. My love, this journey and you have worn me like a jacket, like bluish seams erased and easily worn out.



VIII. Comfortable lead, pulling from center together, narrow as spit rope. Forty bowls, none glass.



IX. No one cares for the plights of the professionals, their amber sweat, their safety is what this does for you.



X. This is what the conversation looks like when no one wants to have it. Someone keeps score in red.



XI. Dead pull hitter. No trigger. Even the handle has been sold. What remains, iron.



XII. Two arms reaching make little sound grasps at smoke. Nothing here will bloom or rise, planetary faces.



XIII. Ball into glove is to tincture as impact was to need. Precious intensity wheedles its own sins.



XIV. Fine and ground to pieces no bigger than the heart of palm that holds yours. Waves out, be mine.



XV. What is this moon but silver ending, this flesh but nothing, this lamp, this stiff night.

~*~

I liked the first poem on the page well enough to scroll down and keep reading this one, and I liked it too, even though it didn't really ping me. Interesting use of language, and the first sentence of IV is well put, but nothing to really jolt me until I hit this:

VII. My love, this journey and you have worn me like a jacket, like bluish seams erased and easily worn out.

How perfect is that? It packs a whole relationship into one line, twenty words long, nothing tricky about it, deceptively simple. You know exactly what kind of jacket she's talking about, and exactly what the narrator feels like. This is why I love poetry and why I wish I could write like a poet. (It also doesn't hurt that it makes me think of Sam and Dean. Shut up.)

And X. reminds of fandom. Sigh.

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Thank you to pinkfinity and regala_electra for the lovely v-gifts.

♥

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\o/

Three sets of minutes done! Well, not done-done, because they still have to be reviewed/revised etc. but the hardest part is done and the first drafts are now in the hands of the appropriate staff members for editing. Woo!

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Apparently I'm now famous in fleurdeleo's office because I gave her half the baked goods I made last weekend and she brought them into work and they were a big hit.

I brought in the cheesecake to my office today for the potluck luncheon (which is in lieu of a holiday party? I don't even know), and the funny thing is, yesterday, a number of people asked me if I were bringing something in today - I guess the blueberry cake and the banana cake made an impression. Heh. Winning the world over with baked goods - a sound strategy.

The people I sat with during the luncheon liked the cake, so that was a winner. Someone actually asked me if I ever made grain pie, and I was able to say I have, and then someone else recommended Veniero's grain pie, which recommendation I totally seconded.

I'm full of a lot of food - there was pulled pork and brisket and ribs and pierogies and chicken with string beans (too spicy!) and mac and cheese and a dozen other things I didn't even get to because I was so full with what was on my plate. Boss 2 made pineapple rum punch and I had a half a glass of that as well. And for dessert, a piece of cheesecake (I made it! I had to taste it!*), a chocolate mini-cupcake, a bite of apple crisp, and a half slice of flan. Everything was very good, but I totally want to curl up and go to sleep now.

FOOOOOOD COMAAAAAAAA.

So I mentioned that I decided I would bake for Christmas gifts for the adults in the family - there are four couples I usually buy for, and this seems like a cheaper, more personal gift (and also easier than trying to figure out what to get them either as individuals or couples). Of course, I had to listen to a harangue from my dad about it, as he mansplained why he thought I shouldn't do it, and just buy gift cards instead (is there a special subcategory for dadsplaining? because I think he does it to my brother, too). I was like, I'm not twelve years old and I have thought it through and it's totally workable, especially if I do most of the baking in their somewhat larger and more counter-space-having kitchen (plus! an industrial size KitchenAid stand mixer! Woo! *is mad jealous of that*). So we had one of those "I'm at work and can't yell at you like I'd like to so I'll speak in furious hushed tones on the phone" arguments the other day and the upshot is that I am baking for Christmas, but I am also taking an extra day off to do so (my boss was all, "that's fine - nothing is going on 12/23 anyway").

I won't even go into the way my mother makes me crazy sometimes, and specifically how she did so yesterday, because arrgh!

*deep calming breaths*

I love my parents, but dear god, the can be infuriating sometimes.

ANYWAY. I ordered a springform pan to be sent to their house since they don't have one and I don't want to lug mine from home, and I also ordered these star-shaped bake and give paper pans from King Arthur Flour. Anyone ever use them? It seems like a great idea, but do they really hold up in the oven? I guess I will find out. I don't think they're good for cheesecake though, hence the springform.

I also took care of my nieces' gifts yesterday - the boys just get Best Buy gift certificates these days - so I feel much more on top of things than I did earlier. Heh. I love Christmas shopping and I'm good at picking out gifts for people, but the past few years have been harder - I don't seem to get much in the way of Christmas spirit until it's much later than is wise to start shopping. Doing a lot online helps, and walking past the trees being sold on the sidewalk always perks me up, but still, I miss being more excited about the holidays.

So I was thinking of redoing my delicious tags regarding food - right now that's the only tag I use for anything food-related. When I started, I didn't think there would be much - the online menus of a couple of restaurants I order from, some food-related gift ideas, and that's it - but clearly there is more than that. I bookmark more recipes these days than stories (which is a whole other rant I won't subject you to), so I am thinking I should maybe differentiate a little to make things easier to find. Maybe food: recipes: [type of recipe, i.e., meat, pasta, dessert, etc.], food: information, food: menus? Hmmm...

I wrote most of this post earlier, before the luncheon and now I am too brain dead to remember if there was anything else I wanted to say, so I'll just hit post.

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*I don't taste the things I don't like to eat, even when I've cooked them myself - I am a very finicky, unadventurous eater. When I used to cook regularly for the family I often made things I don't eat, but I wouldn't have brought something like that in for strangers, anyway.

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My hair is thick and knots if you look at it funny, so for years I've used a detangler or leave-in conditioner - usually Infusium 23. I ran out and they didn't have any in the CVS in my neighborhood, so I bought this L'Oreal leave-in conditioner gel, and it says on the bottle that it smells like rosemary and mint.

Maybe in BIZARRO WORLD.

It smells more like the backseat of a Cutlass owned by a guy named Joey Bones in 1986. After it's been locked up tight on a 90° day. Ugh. Works really well, but makes my hands stink of nothing that resembles rosemary, mint or any combination of the two. Sigh.

I'll use it, I suppose, but I am going back to Infusium after this. It doesn't have a horrible smell.

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So my LJ comments have started slowly trickling in. Yay? I'm glad I didn't post any fic during this time of no notifications.

I made a cheesecake tonight to take to work tomorrow. Hopefully it came out as good as the one I made Saturday. It looks good and smells good. Sadly, my oven was not big enough for me to put the cake pan in a hot water bath, so the top cracked. (The largest pan my oven fits is a 9x13", but a 9" springform does not fit in that.)

Then I watched Criminal Minds. ( spoilers )

Then I watched Glee. I tried to dl some of the songs from tonight, but iTunes tells me something is being modified and therefore I cannot. But I really liked ( song spoilers )

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I'm done with two sets of minutes and 3/4 of the way through the last set, and then hopefully I can actually do some work on my yuletide story at work. That would be good. I still have the same 73 words I had on Saturday. Sigh. I used to be good at this writing thing. What the hell happened? Possibly baking is my new fandom? I was an enthusiastic baker when I was younger and I've enjoyed rediscovering it, and I am more squeeful about it than I am about fandom these days. Hmm...

Speaking of which, I need to go unfrock my cheesecake, and then I am going to bed.

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Still no comment notifications (even recent comments is running slow), but I am neck deep in minutes, and need some entertainment, so, a meme, gacked from cereta:

If I came with a warning label, what would it say?

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Big Bang Theory

Sheldon! ♥

( spoilers )

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Castle

( spoilers )

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Hopefully today will be less fraught and crazy-making than yesterday was, and I will be able to get some work done on my yuletide story. I am worried I won't live up to the source, but then I think, in some ways, who could? Which will make more sense once I can talk about it.

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LJ, please to be fixing comment notifications ASAP. It is really freaking irritating that I'm still not getting any.

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Lastly, thank you again for all the lovely snowflakes. I wasn't able to get to everyone before they shut it down, but if I could have, I would have. *heart*

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