Some songs/albums are functionally timeless, you can tell what decade they were recorded but they still work. Others *cough* you can tell what decade they were recorded, and all you can say is, “Wow, that really sounds like that decade in the most possible way that it could.”
There are still only 2 good songs on that whole disk, same as when I last heard it in the mid-1990s.
Today a co-worker got trapped in the elevator. She got in, the doors closed, the elevator refused to move or open the doors.
She emailed us that she was stuck. That’s already a better signal than I’ve ever had in an elevator.
She was freed in less than 30 minutes but at the time it spooked her pretty bad. She remarked that there was no music in there, either.
I want an old-fashioned house with an old-fashioned fence and an old-fashioned millionaire, no, I don’t, I want a place that sells shampoo bars that doesn’t also have on its site:
- fear-mongering about how things that have not been proven to give you cancer, might give you cancer.
- lists of ailments that their soap is alleged to cure, including ‘cholesterol’ and ‘grief’.
Someone open a shop and I will materialize on the doorstep with credit card in hand.
When you have a large house (or a house with concrete walls), getting an effective wi-fi infrastructure is hard. You can use power-line extenders, but they don’t always work. I’ve heard on some of EEro as a solution, and I found this interesting article describing Eero and how it works. It sounds like a good idea, but it is awfully expensive at a starting price of $499. How do I balance the pain of the power-line extenders with the cost of an easy to use system?
So, 2016 went out with a bang for me, in the sense that three of the most important machines in my life experienced a critical mechanical failure:
- my phone died
- my computer crashed
- my the car’s transmission failed…or perhaps is failing?
Oh, and I also developed a topical allergy to coconut oil, which is really inconvenient considering that my preferred soap, shampoo, and deodorant all contain the stuff and straight coconut oil is my favorite winter moisturizer.
So, yeah, 2016 has not been the greatest (and that’s not even getting into the earlier part of the year). I’m obscurely reassured by the fact that most of 2015 was bad, and I’ll repeat–somewhat belatedly–everyone’s wishes for a better new year for all of us!
And I’ve not really been one for New Year’s resolutions, but this year I’m feeling the urge, so:
My 2017 New Year’s Resolutions
- Read a book per week. This past year my fiction : published fiction reading ratio was completely unbalanced, and I’d like to correct that a little.
- Exercise once a week. Obviously, more than once a week would be healthier and better, but it would also be less likely to get done. I’m opting for practicality in this.
- Post once a week.
- Write a story per month. Last year I wrote ten stories, which is actually better than I thought I’d done before I just counted them, but I’d like to write more next year.
Today I find myself in the possession of nine figs. You read that right. I have nine figs. What should I do with them?
I am absolutely, 100% hiding inside the house today. Though I am taking the opportunity to clean the place up, and do laundry. Hmm. What else?
Does anyone know if you can eat quinces from ornamental quince bushes?
I know where to find Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, in the theater. What can I say but, holy heck, another movie seen while it’s still in theaters! Though other people are paying me to go to the movies with them. But still! Three movies in the past several weeks! It’s madness, madness, I tell you!
I picked it up at the library because I had read the book (many) years ago and had never gotten around to watching the movie, because, well books are so much better.
For the first hour or so of Maurice I was fairly unimpressed, to the point that I considered not watching the rest. (The book really is much better; so much of the action of the movie makes no sense without the accompaniment of Maurice’s thoughts.) But then came the…well, post-sex scenes is really the most accurate term for them. And, apparently, even mediocre movies can be entirely redeemed by the inclusion of a naked Rupert Graves. In fact, I think I’m just going to have to watch it again before returning it to the library.
No I am not going to be cooking bugs, but I do have the cooking bug which you should read as: I want to experiment.
Tonight’s experiment is as follows:
Take first 1/4c of sesame seeds, and toast them till golden brown in your skillet. Set aside.
Mince 3 cloves of garlic and macerate them with 1/4 to 1/3 t coarse salt. Mix with a little olive oil
Add 1/2 t Herbes de Provence, zest of one lemon, and juice of half that lemon, plus enough more olive oil to make it all into a thick paste. Set it in the corner so it can think about its life choices, then spread it over tilapia fillets and grill under the broiler.