Random sketches from a bit back.
Please to Enjoy
-TPP
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Carrot Cake for Dancing Robots
This is a carrot cake recipe for D.R. and I make no claims that it is good or useful.
Ingredient list:
3eggs
1cup veggie oil
2cups sugar
2tsp vanilla
2tsp baking soda
2cups flour
1tsp salt
1tsp cinnamon
1tsp allspice (chinese 5spice would also be good)
5carrots quartered
1cup shredded carrots
1cup applesauce
1 1/2tsp lemon juice
1cup crushed nuts
Preheat oven to 350
Lay parchment paper on the bottom of a greased 13x8 cake pan.
Cook quartered carrots covered in water. Boil for 15min. Drain, cool, and mash. Set aside.
Beat eggs.
Add oil, sugar, vanilla, and mix.
Combine flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, allspice.
Add to wet and mix.
Add 2 cups mashed carrots, lemon juice, grated carrots, and applesauce, Mix.
Fold in nuts if desired.
Pour into pan and spread evenly with spatula.
Bake for 40-50 min probably.
Toothpick check at 40 and test every 5min until toothpick comes out clean.
Good luck.
Hope it works.
Ingredient list:
3eggs
1cup veggie oil
2cups sugar
2tsp vanilla
2tsp baking soda
2cups flour
1tsp salt
1tsp cinnamon
1tsp allspice (chinese 5spice would also be good)
5carrots quartered
1cup shredded carrots
1cup applesauce
1 1/2tsp lemon juice
1cup crushed nuts
Preheat oven to 350
Lay parchment paper on the bottom of a greased 13x8 cake pan.
Cook quartered carrots covered in water. Boil for 15min. Drain, cool, and mash. Set aside.
Beat eggs.
Add oil, sugar, vanilla, and mix.
Combine flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, allspice.
Add to wet and mix.
Add 2 cups mashed carrots, lemon juice, grated carrots, and applesauce, Mix.
Fold in nuts if desired.
Pour into pan and spread evenly with spatula.
Bake for 40-50 min probably.
Toothpick check at 40 and test every 5min until toothpick comes out clean.
Good luck.
Hope it works.
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Friday, February 4, 2011
WriteChallenge #02
Here's the video/song I based my song off of. I put a call out to twitter for a song topic and the internet responded. NSFW possibly.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
WriteChallenge #01
I am doing a #writechallenge this month. The rule is write 40,000 words of anything. I've chosen to do song parodies. This will help me with new vocabulary words and smaller goals. I've done two so far, both based on the realm of mad science. I'm leaning towards doing many steampunk versions of songs. Probably will throw in some Doctor Who while I'm at it. Please to enjoy.
Also random doodles after the jump.
Also random doodles after the jump.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Brilliant Omegle Conversation
This is slightly edited to preserve the identity and hilariousness.Italics for slightly more IRL than the totally not IRL conversation.
Omegle Adventure:
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: -.-
You: o.o
Stranger: =D
You: g_g
Stranger: 0-0
You: '0'
Stranger: _o_
You: .-.
Stranger: lol
You: hehe
Stranger: hi
You: allo
Stranger: how are you?
You: better now that those emoticons are out
Stranger: haha
Stranger: true
You: How's your arm?
You: any better?
Stranger: well ... it's still a little sore
Stranger: but I'll be fine ^^
Stranger: how's your leg?
You: I've been putting lotion on it, I think it's just the dry winter weather
You: should probably drink more juice
Stranger: let's hope so, otherwise you're screwed
Stranger: big time
You: I'll never make the finals
Stranger: aahh ... too bad
You: it's ok, I didnt need that peanut butter grant anyways
You: I've got money from my corn investments
Omegle Adventure:
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: -.-
You: o.o
Stranger: =D
You: g_g
Stranger: 0-0
You: '0'
Stranger: _o_
You: .-.
Stranger: lol
You: hehe
Stranger: hi
You: allo
Stranger: how are you?
You: better now that those emoticons are out
Stranger: haha
Stranger: true
You: How's your arm?
You: any better?
Stranger: well ... it's still a little sore
Stranger: but I'll be fine ^^
Stranger: how's your leg?
You: I've been putting lotion on it, I think it's just the dry winter weather
You: should probably drink more juice
Stranger: let's hope so, otherwise you're screwed
Stranger: big time
You: I'll never make the finals
Stranger: aahh ... too bad
You: it's ok, I didnt need that peanut butter grant anyways
You: I've got money from my corn investments
Monday, January 10, 2011
Breaks
I'm going to review The Emerald City of Oz, but first I've got to read it again. The small stories in stories that Baum likes ran amok in this book. He also works with a dual plot line which didn't help with the pacing. After the next blog though I'm not going to do any more Oz books until much later. As entertaining as they are, the simple format repeated does not for a good read make. I'm thinking about going into the steampunk realm and picking a handful from there. We shall see. For now, Please to enjoy this video.
-Gourmet Gamer Girl
-Gourmet Gamer Girl
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The Road to Oz
Friday, January 7, 2011
Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz
Earthquakes in California! How novel an idea..wait.. Baum wrote this book soon after the earthquake of 1906. I can imagine he was watching cracks form and fill from his writing room window and thought to himself "my wouldn't that make a loverly place to toss two children and a horse?" Man, what a creepy guy. *whistles*
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Ozma of Oz
II'll say this straight off. I enjoyed Ozma of Oz. the characters were silly but that's alright because they each had their own personality quirks. Only qualm I have is that it wasnt really about Ozma very much. Otherwise it was a well written and plotted out fable. It turned where you thought it should and there were a few new, interesting bits for flavour.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
The Marvelous Land of Oz
Book: Two
Genders of Main Character: Two
What a marvelous land it is indeed where the entire story can be drawn through with high walled gender divisions and at the end the main character, who is a rough and tumble boy child, can be turned into a luscious perfect princess and no one thinks this odd. He/she also adjusts to it rather well as, like the last story, soon after everyone gets what they want Baum takes a few pages to give a rough idea of an epilogue and then runs off to compete in somersault contest or something as important.
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Morning folks!
As I am out of work and without a way to become re-employed, I'm going to try and read one book every day, or every weekday. We'll see how well this keeps me from going into a coma, or insane, or an insane coma, which is like a regular coma but with more bees. My first book is 'The Wonderful Wizard of Oz'. Please to enjoy my ramblings.
As I am out of work and without a way to become re-employed, I'm going to try and read one book every day, or every weekday. We'll see how well this keeps me from going into a coma, or insane, or an insane coma, which is like a regular coma but with more bees. My first book is 'The Wonderful Wizard of Oz'. Please to enjoy my ramblings.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Cravings
Lately I haven't liked or enjoyed much of the food I've eaten. Which is worrysome because I love food and am a pretty good cook. Yeah, I've liked the holiday meals, but leftovers, even if super delicious (which they are) have been leaving me uninspired. I watch the food network, cooking channel, and travel channel shows but can't seem to get really interested like I normally would.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Danger!
Sometimes if you aren't careful when mowing your lawn tiny rocks can get sucked up and shoot out of your lawn mower and smash into valuable things or cheap people. Only hookers and hired help actually go outside while it is being groomed.
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Thursday, November 25, 2010
Gerald Page 002
“Welp. I suppose that’s all I need, Time to finish growing and peck my way out…wait a minute.” Gerald crossed his new eyes and looked down. “Oh dear! What a silly kind of bird am I. I nearly forgot one of the most important things. I can’t peck my way out of a shell if I’ve not got a pecker to peck with.” By now Gerald was a rather eager to get out of his shell and didn’t want to spend too much time growing a super long or complicated beak. Something medium sized that could crack a few nuts and make him more aerodynamic would be just hunky dory. He added a little curve on the end to make it a bit fancier.
A short while later it was time for his big entrance out on to the world. Not a day too soon either, despite all of his planning Gerald had found the shell growing more and more snug around his scrunched up little body. He had grown so big his head was stuck in the pointy end of his shell and he was forced to scrape at the shell with the curve on his beak. Chip by chip, a hole in the lumpy bumpy shell began to widen. A large crack ran around the outside and POP!, off came the pointy shell top, well, off from the rest of the shell. Gerald blinked at the dusky light and turned round his head to gaze at what had been his nest for so long. The dunce cap shell perched askew on his enormous head held up by his long reedy neck. He was not impressed by what he saw. This was not the snug nest of straw in a tiny house his mother had been born in, nor was it a crumpled down bed of tall grasses under a shadowy pine, as he remembered from his father. Gerald’s mottled lumpy toad egg was in good company tucked against a half-alive briar bush and only a few waddles away from a murky stream sunk deep with mossy rocks and broken tree limbs.
Noticing the setting sun Gerald decided that with the top popped on his shell he wasn’t nearly uncomfortable enough to get out and try to scramble around in the dark. There was no telling what disreputable creatures might try to take advantage of a youngling like himself. He wiggled a bit to free one of his wings, tucked his beak back down into his shell, and wrapped his wing around his head falling asleep to the sounds of a wondrous, though slightly grimier than expected, world full of unknown adventures.
-TPP
A short while later it was time for his big entrance out on to the world. Not a day too soon either, despite all of his planning Gerald had found the shell growing more and more snug around his scrunched up little body. He had grown so big his head was stuck in the pointy end of his shell and he was forced to scrape at the shell with the curve on his beak. Chip by chip, a hole in the lumpy bumpy shell began to widen. A large crack ran around the outside and POP!, off came the pointy shell top, well, off from the rest of the shell. Gerald blinked at the dusky light and turned round his head to gaze at what had been his nest for so long. The dunce cap shell perched askew on his enormous head held up by his long reedy neck. He was not impressed by what he saw. This was not the snug nest of straw in a tiny house his mother had been born in, nor was it a crumpled down bed of tall grasses under a shadowy pine, as he remembered from his father. Gerald’s mottled lumpy toad egg was in good company tucked against a half-alive briar bush and only a few waddles away from a murky stream sunk deep with mossy rocks and broken tree limbs.
Noticing the setting sun Gerald decided that with the top popped on his shell he wasn’t nearly uncomfortable enough to get out and try to scramble around in the dark. There was no telling what disreputable creatures might try to take advantage of a youngling like himself. He wiggled a bit to free one of his wings, tucked his beak back down into his shell, and wrapped his wing around his head falling asleep to the sounds of a wondrous, though slightly grimier than expected, world full of unknown adventures.
-TPP
Gerald Page 001
There once lived a very small bird in a very small pond on a very small farm in a very small town in a very small kingdom on a very small island on a very VERY large ocean that covered most of a moderately sized planet that circled a rather unimpressive star along with several other floating bits of jetsam and stardust.
This bird was born the same way every other bird was excepting the ways in which it was completely different. His shell was not smooth and egg shaped as others were. I suppose it was technically egg shaped in that it was definitely an egg and it had a specific shape. Instead of the standard egg shape his egg shape was lumpy and came to a point at the thin end. If his egg was an animal it would be a toad wearing a dunce cap.
For the longest time after being laid, this very small bird, let’s call him Gerald, just sat curled up inside his dunce cap wearing toad shell and focused all his energy on growing. Once he was mostly bird shaped he stopped to think. As he was inside a rather peculiar shell he couldn’t just grow to fit it. He’ld end up looking like a very silly bird indeed. He didn’t quite know what sort of bird he was going to be, and as not many baby birds get to choose just how they will grow, Gerald knew he had to make very careful decisions about what he would do.
Gerald pondered and pondered. “Well, since I’m a bird I’m going to need wings to fly, but what kind? “ as he thought he turned over and over in his shell and realized that inside of his shell was sort of like underneath the water. He knew this because inside of his brain there was a little notebook full of many things his mother and father new before they decided to make an egg. His mother and father were very different types of birds as well. They weren’t different from other birds, just from each other. Perhaps this was why Gerald, in his mottled misshaped egg, was so different from all other baby birds in their nice regular shells.
As Gerald wiggled his stubby wing shaped armlets around he decided that he was going to spend an awful long time in this shell and when he got out he would probably be sick of floating around in water. “I think the air will be where I want to spend my time, and since I’m such a special kind of bird I should try and see as much of the world as I can. I remember my mother having very pretty wings but not going anywhere outside of her little house and yard. My papa had big strong wings but he only hung around the forests long enough to fatten up and sleep through winter. I think I’ll grow long thin flying wings with extra feathers just in case.” He focused on his little stubby armlets and thought about soaring over the land and seeing all kinds of new creatures and places. Gerald realized he would need really good eyes if he was going to see all those new things from so high, so he thought about those too.
Once he had a good start on those he kicked the two nubs that stuck out near his bottom. “Hmm, I suppose feet come next. After all, you can’t go on long adventures if you can’t land when you finally get there. Mother had wide flat feet for paddling around in puddles when it rained. Papa had tough gnarled feet for running fast and fighting off vermicious knids. I would like to be able to spend some time in the water, I might miss being so floaty and light. Hmm... but I don’t want to be caught totally off guard if some terrible mean thing tries to make me into dinner. I wonder if there’s a way to mix them together and have tough swimming feet.” Gerald though about all the ways he could combine them. It was hard o figure out. He finally decided that a small swimmers foot with long toes and a spur on the back of his ankle would work best. That way he could have gripping toes and still paddle around if he found a particularly nice puddle or pond.
-TPP
This bird was born the same way every other bird was excepting the ways in which it was completely different. His shell was not smooth and egg shaped as others were. I suppose it was technically egg shaped in that it was definitely an egg and it had a specific shape. Instead of the standard egg shape his egg shape was lumpy and came to a point at the thin end. If his egg was an animal it would be a toad wearing a dunce cap.
For the longest time after being laid, this very small bird, let’s call him Gerald, just sat curled up inside his dunce cap wearing toad shell and focused all his energy on growing. Once he was mostly bird shaped he stopped to think. As he was inside a rather peculiar shell he couldn’t just grow to fit it. He’ld end up looking like a very silly bird indeed. He didn’t quite know what sort of bird he was going to be, and as not many baby birds get to choose just how they will grow, Gerald knew he had to make very careful decisions about what he would do.
Gerald pondered and pondered. “Well, since I’m a bird I’m going to need wings to fly, but what kind? “ as he thought he turned over and over in his shell and realized that inside of his shell was sort of like underneath the water. He knew this because inside of his brain there was a little notebook full of many things his mother and father new before they decided to make an egg. His mother and father were very different types of birds as well. They weren’t different from other birds, just from each other. Perhaps this was why Gerald, in his mottled misshaped egg, was so different from all other baby birds in their nice regular shells.
As Gerald wiggled his stubby wing shaped armlets around he decided that he was going to spend an awful long time in this shell and when he got out he would probably be sick of floating around in water. “I think the air will be where I want to spend my time, and since I’m such a special kind of bird I should try and see as much of the world as I can. I remember my mother having very pretty wings but not going anywhere outside of her little house and yard. My papa had big strong wings but he only hung around the forests long enough to fatten up and sleep through winter. I think I’ll grow long thin flying wings with extra feathers just in case.” He focused on his little stubby armlets and thought about soaring over the land and seeing all kinds of new creatures and places. Gerald realized he would need really good eyes if he was going to see all those new things from so high, so he thought about those too.
Once he had a good start on those he kicked the two nubs that stuck out near his bottom. “Hmm, I suppose feet come next. After all, you can’t go on long adventures if you can’t land when you finally get there. Mother had wide flat feet for paddling around in puddles when it rained. Papa had tough gnarled feet for running fast and fighting off vermicious knids. I would like to be able to spend some time in the water, I might miss being so floaty and light. Hmm... but I don’t want to be caught totally off guard if some terrible mean thing tries to make me into dinner. I wonder if there’s a way to mix them together and have tough swimming feet.” Gerald though about all the ways he could combine them. It was hard o figure out. He finally decided that a small swimmers foot with long toes and a spur on the back of his ankle would work best. That way he could have gripping toes and still paddle around if he found a particularly nice puddle or pond.
-TPP
First Lines
There once lived a very small bird in a very small pond on a very small farm in a very small town in a very small kingdom on a very small island on a very VERY large ocean that covered most of a moderately sized planet that circled a rather unimpressive star along with several other floating bits of jetsam and stardust.
-TPP
P.S. Yes I'm starting NaNoWriMo all over and YES I know what day it is and NO I've no idea what I'm writing! WHEEE!!!
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Late Night Cleaning
*sung to the tune of Tonight- West side story*
Imagine letting it get this bad.
The mess.
I see dirt.
Apartment, I see only mess
Only mess, You're the only thing I see.
So Dirty
On the floor, in my room, and in every where i look, nothing else but grime, All Over.
And there's nothing for me but to clean it.
Every surface i see needs some cleaning.
Cleaning, Cleaning
Put on gloves, to protect my soft girl hands, so everything i clean will be super clean
TOnight, Tonight, I'm cleaning house tonight.
I'll scrub until there is no more grime.
Tonight, tonight, I'll vacum up tonight.
Sucking up every hairball in sight.
Today, all day, I had the feeling, that I should do some cleaning,
I know now I was right.
Cause there's this mess,
and what was a clean room is a sty.
Tonight.
Tonight, tonight, I'll sweep and mop the floor.
I'll put the dishes all in their place.
Tonight, tonight, the bathroom scrubbed tonight,
The toilet and the sink shining white.
The house, it really needs a cleaning,
The junk piles they are leaning, and clothes are piled high
But here, tonight, I'll make the house all homey again.
Tonight.
Please to enjoy.
-GGG
Imagine letting it get this bad.
The mess.
I see dirt.
Apartment, I see only mess
Only mess, You're the only thing I see.
So Dirty
On the floor, in my room, and in every where i look, nothing else but grime, All Over.
And there's nothing for me but to clean it.
Every surface i see needs some cleaning.
Cleaning, Cleaning
Put on gloves, to protect my soft girl hands, so everything i clean will be super clean
TOnight, Tonight, I'm cleaning house tonight.
I'll scrub until there is no more grime.
Tonight, tonight, I'll vacum up tonight.
Sucking up every hairball in sight.
Today, all day, I had the feeling, that I should do some cleaning,
I know now I was right.
Cause there's this mess,
and what was a clean room is a sty.
Tonight.
Tonight, tonight, I'll sweep and mop the floor.
I'll put the dishes all in their place.
Tonight, tonight, the bathroom scrubbed tonight,
The toilet and the sink shining white.
The house, it really needs a cleaning,
The junk piles they are leaning, and clothes are piled high
But here, tonight, I'll make the house all homey again.
Tonight.
Please to enjoy.
-GGG
Thursday, November 18, 2010
um.
I'm trying to sleep after unsuccessfully trying to charge my phone. The port is loose on my voyager and i have not tiny screwdriver to open the phone and fix it. If i sleep now i'll get 5 hours.
Here is how things progressed
*closed eyes, train of thought, noticed some odd phrases off to my left inside my head as if someone was saying something from sitting next to me "pass me a (something)" and a couple more fragments
*opened eyes and tried to refocus, closed eyes and beside my train of thought, which i would say stays in a thick cloud in the middle of my head I have the distinct impression of a woman of early 30's with a mop of curly, but nicely coiffed, brown hair talking and her voice is completely unrelated to my own and I couldnt alter it.
*she seems like .. well how someone would talk to a person if they just saw them from across the park and was trying to start a convo, but thought they knew a mutual friend. you dont know why she's there but it doesn't seem ill intentioned and might be saying something mildly interesting
I think part of my psyche is finally chipped off.
-TPP
update, now there's a pilot announcer type just chatting way, not about planes though, so that's something. *sigh*
Here is how things progressed
*closed eyes, train of thought, noticed some odd phrases off to my left inside my head as if someone was saying something from sitting next to me "pass me a (something)" and a couple more fragments
*opened eyes and tried to refocus, closed eyes and beside my train of thought, which i would say stays in a thick cloud in the middle of my head I have the distinct impression of a woman of early 30's with a mop of curly, but nicely coiffed, brown hair talking and her voice is completely unrelated to my own and I couldnt alter it.
*she seems like .. well how someone would talk to a person if they just saw them from across the park and was trying to start a convo, but thought they knew a mutual friend. you dont know why she's there but it doesn't seem ill intentioned and might be saying something mildly interesting
I think part of my psyche is finally chipped off.
-TPP
update, now there's a pilot announcer type just chatting way, not about planes though, so that's something. *sigh*
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Chocolate Chai Eggnog
All measurements are guessed rememberances and you should go with your gut, if it is getting too thick add more milk, if it's too strongly flavoured, add more milk, if it's too thin, blend another egg and incorporate like before.
Eggs-4
Milk- Few tall cups, 1/3-1/2 gallon
Cocoa powder- couple big Tblsp
Chai spice- couple med tsp
Powdered sugar- couple cups, depending on how sweet you like it
Cream-1/2 cup
Nutmeg- Tblsp
Instant oatmeal-1/2 cup
Optional:add some brown sugar in addition 1/3-1/2 cup
Blend eggs in blender, then add oatmeal and blend more
Heat remaining ingredients in saucepan to a simmer
Add slowly to blending egg mixture.
Transfer back to pan and heat on med-medhigh while whisking constantly
Take care to scrape along the bottom and sides to stop a custard from forming
Heat just below simmering for 5-10 min
Transfer to heat safe container or let rest on stove, adjust for thickness and flavour
Let cool until chilled, please to enjoy.
I made mine thick and add milk to it before drinking, I can adjust the strength in case I want a sweeter or milkier glass.
Please to Enjoy
-GGG
Eggs-4
Milk- Few tall cups, 1/3-1/2 gallon
Cocoa powder- couple big Tblsp
Chai spice- couple med tsp
Powdered sugar- couple cups, depending on how sweet you like it
Cream-1/2 cup
Nutmeg- Tblsp
Instant oatmeal-1/2 cup
Optional:add some brown sugar in addition 1/3-1/2 cup
Blend eggs in blender, then add oatmeal and blend more
Heat remaining ingredients in saucepan to a simmer
Add slowly to blending egg mixture.
Transfer back to pan and heat on med-medhigh while whisking constantly
Take care to scrape along the bottom and sides to stop a custard from forming
Heat just below simmering for 5-10 min
Transfer to heat safe container or let rest on stove, adjust for thickness and flavour
Let cool until chilled, please to enjoy.
I made mine thick and add milk to it before drinking, I can adjust the strength in case I want a sweeter or milkier glass.
Please to Enjoy
-GGG
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Late Night Brains
I think I want to be a teacher, something with english or art, or Mrs Frizzle style. I really admire her. I might make up a list of the people I admire most and why.
Alton Brown is a genius when it comes to food science and making it interesting, he's clever, funny, inventive, always learning, and isn't afraid to wear flatulent yeasty sock puppets. He's smart without being pretentious (most of the time) and knows how to have fun and be silly.
Michio Kaku makes me want a brain full of numbers. The way he sees the world and what it can be is astounding. His knowledge of the science of what might be makes me impatient for the day when all scifi become reality. Hopefully without the robot uprisings and alien enslavement(us OR them).
Sherlock Holmes is a high functioning sociopath and makes no apologies for it. He always knows what's going on and his rooms at baker st, the labs, books, pipe, and so on, Jealous. I want to be a disorganized genius with an encyclopedic knowledge of always the right random facts to know just what's going on.
I'm including movies/media i really like because i do what i want! *snksnk* The phantom tollbooth is my favourite book. I love how ridiculous everything is but with a purpose and still a sense of organization/chaos depending on the page. The happy ending, the changed boy who no longer needs a magical world, the puns, OH the PUNS! Love them. The illustrations are great, the imagery fantastic, the distorted mirror of the kings to each other.
The secret garden. Matilda. Harriet the spy. Three girl movies I love. The little princess is usually in there, but I think i love it most for the fashion, the transformed bedroom and stories of India. Also for the ending, of course. The secret garden, not the 1970's version, losing all she had and then finding a place of her own for herself and ending up for others as well. Secrets, gardens, animal friends and watching something grow by your own hands. So much the girl/boy/household/uncle=the garden it's silly, but it's still great. Of course it was/is also beautiful to watch. Matilda, classic misunderstood daughter with a special power and love of books eventually finding a family and unconditional love. Triumphing over the unpleasantness with kindness and good schemes. Special box of chocolates, shot put, javelin, and hammer throw. Harriet the spy I'm wobbly on, she had great schemes, but usually misunderstood things and ended up in trouble. I admire her friendships and how she could be so inquisitive but not harsh about it (despite the journal, there was not so much intended cruelty). I love the scene in the artist's garden. Everyone ends up learning something and how, eventually, you have to grow up and learn about consequences and to take control of your own actions in life.
Willy Wonka. All of it. from the opening credits to the soaring elevator over the town. Every. Damn. Scene. I'm, of course, referring to the Gene Wilder version. I also find it cute how the blog it trying to tell me Wonka is a misspelling. Silly Blog.
I also like the idea of a wife more that a husband, in the gender and the role aspects. A wife I see as more of a companion and a friend. Husband seems like a trial and has a tinge of servitude. I'm not arguing these as one line definitions, just my impressions of them right now. When i think of coming home to a house where i live with my moppet headed cheerful wife and adopted child it feels like a happy scene, when I change the genders and it's a relationship born child there's a heaviness to the image. One is in the yard and there's sun and another is in a house with poor lighting, type of thing. Either way I'm done with dating sites, random dates, and hooking up. Going back to, well i was going to say "date from my friends" but i don't want to date. I've just as much interest in the others as beautiful interesting creatures i want to find more about, but i don't want to sleep with them, usually. I'm sick of being uncomfortable on dates because i know their main goal is in my pants. This isn't just impressions, this is hardcore innuendo from the get go and creeping like a creeper with creepy talk. I don't have the rampant sex drive that many others have and I'm fine with that. I dont feel the need to 'fix' it or change. I'm not always low sexdrive mode in my life and dont fear it'll leave me frigid. Just a thing i feel now, like a non issue resolve. I also dont like to be touched by strangers, so when someone, on a first date or second, touches me, or hugs, or tries to 'get all up on that' i feel like I should vomit on them to get my point across. Telling people no directly doesnt seem to work a lot of the time. Maybe I should cut back on the "balls" jokes. Apparently making "that's what she said" jokes means I want to put their genitalia in/around myself. This is not a truth. People, make a note.
FYI I typed the first few sentences, then wrote the second topic section, then went back to the first bit. higher not to end on Willy Wonka rather than 'keep your willy away from me'. But both are important parts of my brain, one is just more joyful. *imagines the opening scenes of the old candy factories in production* Man... now i want a Wonka Bar. I know it's just chocolate and Graham cracker but it's bloody delicious. I also love Iron&Wine so danged much right now. I'm going to go listen to them and sleep, maybe word vomit again if the mood strikes. Be excellent to each other.
-GGG
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