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still cheaper than therapy*


lunchies.
we've taken, m and i, to eating those prepackaged frozen lunches, as they're so easily chunked into the car in their neat little boxes and handily frozen and micropopped up. and i don't get to go home for lunch every day now, which is a little sad, but i can deal. we stick with the 'we claim to be better for you' varieties generally, the healthy choice and the lean cuisine. the zatarains, we got once, and were happy with, but they're a dollar fifty more each and for things that are so easily compared in price - meh. they all sit next to each other happily in the grocery freezer and some of them are two bucks and the ones that are five, those are special occasion lunchies. screw 'em. obviously those people don't get capitalism or marketing. so. and since i'm the one going to the grocery store i give a very wide berth to those 'i'm a big manly man' lunches. i hate their advertising. hate. it. but. and m was very happy with the chicken carbonara yesterday and i was oddly impressed by the pot stickers. not really great pot stickers, but recognizable and not really that bad at all. for being frozen and microwaved i was expecting something much mushier. anyway. more like chicken-and-veggie-filled ravioli. it's always sort of a gamble, and it's always weird to actually see what the stupid little dish-thing looks like and how it compares to the cover of the box. all the lean cuizine's (which is what i have today) - i think they show them all in *white* microwaveable trays, whereas they package them all in *black* microwaveable trays, and this one shows an entire chicken breast parmesan when i'm quite sure that it's in handy-bite-sized pieces. i'm sure the zucchini is going to be decent but it won't be that color, it'll be pasty and limp and watery and a little weird, and the snow peas on the covers are never wrinkly. (avoid the healthy choice snow peas, everyone! they are like newborn wrinkly baby alien snow peas from another planet!) pasta is always a risk, too. pasta gets mushy in so many of these things i'm a little nervous about my chicken parmesan, here, being microzapped. wish me luck.

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not all the rage.
so i was addicted to sudoku, but then i, erm, um, well, they're easy. like the evil level isn't really that entertaining. you know? so, um, not anymore. very sad. i was hopeful.

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no, nothing interesting is happening. But cross yr fingers that m doesn't have mono. and if he does, that i don't get it too. and, am now addicted to Sudoku. ive already broken one puzzle (and a 'hard' puzzle at that) - it's supposed to have one unique solution, and this one had two. This is not how it ought to work, and it made that puzzle particularly complicated to solve, thank you very much. it's like the demon spawn of crosswords and Clue. it's very much like Clue. or how i play it, at least. oh, and, tattoo is healing well and all done and i'm allowed to go in the river again and play in the sun. and, as soon as we get a new oven, stove, front door, and garage door, and send out all the thank you notes, interesting things can start happening again. maybe.

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radio. edit.
am combing through previous posts for things i might not want people to see. for just in case. because it's a good idea to do that every once in a while, and it's kind of fun. i've had this thing almost two years now :D go me!

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>Subject: Re: FW: Thought you might get a kick out of this.
>Okay, I normally skip on these, but I figured I'd give this one a go.....
>1. First name? --liz
>10. Do you have a journal? --no, i have a blog. i put the forward on it.
>11. Do you use sarcasm a lot? --Gee, how'd you guess?
>21. Do you want everyone to send this back? --No, i want them to go to my blog.
>29. Do you like the person who sent this to you? --Yes.

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i am a bad person, again.
because i read a thing like this that says one in eleven americans shoplift, and i immediately think, should i get in on the action? one in eleven? seriously? that means i must know people who shoplift. i don't know anyone who's ever gotten caught for it, though, or if i do, i never heard about it. one in eleven. it's got to be, like, the safest crime ever as far as not getting caught (or, for that matter, actually hurting people) goes. one in - one in freaking eleven people.

once - months ago, i think it was the light blue paint - i was walking out of a home improvement store with a particularly well-reviewed sort of interior paint, and after i was already well outside i thought to myself, wait a sec, i don't think she charged me for the lightbulbs. nah, she mustve, they're lightbulbs, they're in that big annoying hard plastic thing that's an ass-fuck to open, how could she have missed them? besides she put them in the bag with the other stuff, anyway. and i continued on. and, i thought, besides, don't they have security people that are supposed to notice that sort of thing, too? they have those round camera-balls all over the place. and i continued on. and i put the paint and lightbulbs and batteries and whatever else i was happening to be purchasing - paintbrushes, masking tape, probably a drop cloth, that sort of thing - in the car and started the car and looked at the reciept, and the lightbulbs weren't on it. and i didn't go back in the store because i was afraid they might be pissed at me for shoplifting and even if they couldn't do anything about it they might ban me from that particular store, or something, and then i couldn't buy paint there any more, and consumer reports said it was the best paint and you could only get it there and it certainly wasn't going to be something i was going to give up. no, i've got ambition, you see. i am going to need more paint. i guarantee it.

so, home improvement store, it wasn't my fault, you see? she put it in the bag. and while you certainly don't get all my custom (the other home improvement store has more inventory and better selection and better service and more knowledgeable, less rude people, i've found, and is just bigger, too, and plus i know where everything is and it's closer to my house) whenever i need interior paint i go to you. and i didn't mean to. promise.

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O.O
i am utterly, UTTERLY, in shock. Harry potter came out last night, right, around midnight, and i deliberately did not go to the sock party at barnes and noble because i am not a freak, so i went by this morning and then i had to go to the bryan public library (which is a far nicer, comfier library than i thought it was going to be; the college station one is all glass and hasn't got very many books in it and is all cold feeling, but the bryan one has that nice ratty carpet libraries are supposed to have and it smells good and there were four cute little people in wizarding robes taking pictures, and the librarian was cute, too. n, librarian boys are cute. thought i'd mention it) and then i came home and sat down with my latte and opened HP and WHAT! on page ten. in the book that has gazillions of copies printed all over the country in this exact edition that somebody probably ought to have read first, i think their security might have been a little too tight, because they needed another proofreader. THERE IS A TYPO ON PAGE TEN. it says 'site' instead of 'sight' and i - literally - my mouth fell open. i don't even ... holy shit. the hell? isn't this like the biggest release of a book ever or something? how can there be a typo? and the proofreader wouldn't even have been sleepy on PAGE FUCKING TEN.

Dear JK Rowling,

If you would like to hire me to proofread HP7, i'll open up my schedule.

Sincerely,
liz

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why yes.
liz's tat. Image hosted by Photobucket.com

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aftercare.
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no, i'm not dead. or anything else drastic. just ... boring.

Oh, but batman begins is worth your seven bucks, and i don't say that a lot.

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canoeing. New River: Sabine. taking advantage of 3 day weekend. ciao!

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a parking situation?
i'm not entirely sure, but i happen to believe - not that it's that big of a problem as it's something i can mostly avoid - that i almost got sunburned on my nose, walking from the car to the lab. Almost.

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