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A quiz I got from agrumer, included because while the questions mostly got me thinking "none of the above", I like the answer it gave me.

( cut because quizilla is good at messing up friends' pages )

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A quiz I got from agrumer, included because while the questions mostly got me thinking "none of the above", I like the answer it gave me.

( cut because quizilla is good at messing up friends' pages )

The mad social whirl

After basically spending the week home sick, I went to two parties yesterday.

Fortunately for my sanity and scheduling, aiglet's housecooling was an all-day event. So I showed up around two, making me the first guest and enabling me to dive right into being useful, and talk to her and Eric a while before anyone else arrived. I then walked Aiglet's best friend over from the subway station (Leah gets lost in New York, so this time I got slightly lost for her, because we got to talking and I lost count of blocks), and then got to take furniture apart and play with fire. Specifically, toasting mini-marshmallows over a candle. In going through her box of books-to-give-away, I mentioned my back-burner desire to learn more French, so I am now in temporary possession of a French-language book of fairy tales that is earmarked for filkerdave. What I actually need is a basic French text or course, complete with some verb conjugations and such. Or at least a dictionary. Maybe one of those combination dictionaries and list of irregular verbs. Dave, your French-language Odyssey was still in the box when I left--if I read Homer not in English, it will be in the original.

I left Aiglet's around six, when things were getting busier (since of course many of the guests had work during the day), and hopped back on the L to get to porcinea's. Having worried about being late, I was the first-arriving guest at Piglet's as well, and we talked while she made cupcakes and then Simon started cooking. Good rich pasta, decorating our own cupcakes with a really rich chocolate icing,and good conversation. It was nice to meet and talk with Charlotte, and I met Simon's brothers, one of whom turns out to live three blocks from me (as far as can be counted in our local maze of cul-de-sacs and streets that only run for one block, or turn into staircases because the engineers weren't completely crazy). I left there around 10:15, came home, and fell into bed.

And I've had my eight hours' sleep, and feel fine, so I suspect I am over that damned cold.

The mad social whirl

After basically spending the week home sick, I went to two parties yesterday.

Fortunately for my sanity and scheduling, aiglet's housecooling was an all-day event. So I showed up around two, making me the first guest and enabling me to dive right into being useful, and talk to her and Eric a while before anyone else arrived. I then walked Aiglet's best friend over from the subway station (Leah gets lost in New York, so this time I got slightly lost for her, because we got to talking and I lost count of blocks), and then got to take furniture apart and play with fire. Specifically, toasting mini-marshmallows over a candle. In going through her box of books-to-give-away, I mentioned my back-burner desire to learn more French, so I am now in temporary possession of a French-language book of fairy tales that is earmarked for filkerdave. What I actually need is a basic French text or course, complete with some verb conjugations and such. Or at least a dictionary. Maybe one of those combination dictionaries and list of irregular verbs. Dave, your French-language Odyssey was still in the box when I left--if I read Homer not in English, it will be in the original.

I left Aiglet's around six, when things were getting busier (since of course many of the guests had work during the day), and hopped back on the L to get to porcinea's. Having worried about being late, I was the first-arriving guest at Piglet's as well, and we talked while she made cupcakes and then Simon started cooking. Good rich pasta, decorating our own cupcakes with a really rich chocolate icing,and good conversation. It was nice to meet and talk with Charlotte, and I met Simon's brothers, one of whom turns out to live three blocks from me (as far as can be counted in our local maze of cul-de-sacs and streets that only run for one block, or turn into staircases because the engineers weren't completely crazy). I left there around 10:15, came home, and fell into bed.

And I've had my eight hours' sleep, and feel fine, so I suspect I am over that damned cold.

Mmm chocolate

The supermarket's "French bread" isn't great, but it's a fine substrate for the President's Choice dark chocolate spread that hobbitbabe introduced me to and papersky brought me a jar of. Just the thing to go with hot tea on a chilly, sleepy day (when making real hot chocolate seemed like a good way to scald either the milk or myself).

It is, of course, bad for me--the first two ingredients are sugar and palm oil--but sometimes I just don't care.

Mmm chocolate

The supermarket's "French bread" isn't great, but it's a fine substrate for the President's Choice dark chocolate spread that hobbitbabe introduced me to and papersky brought me a jar of. Just the thing to go with hot tea on a chilly, sleepy day (when making real hot chocolate seemed like a good way to scald either the milk or myself).

It is, of course, bad for me--the first two ingredients are sugar and palm oil--but sometimes I just don't care.

apropos of nothing at all

Ferrets are just weasels with house keys.

apropos of nothing at all

Ferrets are just weasels with house keys.