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I think I might go and re-read hieronymousmosh's outline for a Rupert Giles-centric Buffy/Merlin crossover. Repeatedly. The more I re-read it the more parts of my brain think it might be a good idea. This helps to stop me thinking. Presumably because important parts of my brain have given up on the other parts.

In random footwear news - I got these excellent Rocket Dog plimsoles in the sales when I was south. I like them! Totally suitable for work, right?

s&m muskrat love

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first birthday with a dead dad tomorrow. so i have taken thursday off work, and tonight i am sitting in my living room drinking malbec, eating home-made rice pudding, and rummaging about in the cath kidston website for a present for my wee sister (birthday three days after mine). too many overpriced oilcloth items with floral patterns on them, noooooo.

next plan: another glass of wine and some investigation of the memory stick received in the post from heironymousmosh - it has no cap (due, apparently, to lokis) and bears a scrawl in red permanent marker: "Kpop - come to the ~ridiculous side - there are pretty people". if i am not back in an hour, i have been seduced by giant hats. or i am applying crayons to the MIGHTY AVENGERS COLOURING BOOK - there are three excellent pages of Confused Tony needing you, the colourer's help with very simple problems. he has a nice suit on, though, so that's okay.
piieeeeeee (do NOT ask ok)

kitchen things meme

via thesme_01 &  lazy_hoor (also, someone, what article or thingy is this from? i saw it somewhere recently pre-memeification but cannot recall where) (oh wait. the hoor's entry is even TITLED "guardian kitchen meme. good reading, eyes, brain!)

Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don't use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of. And (my suggestion) add any items that you have that aren't on the list:
I wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, jam funnels, meat thermometers, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, martini glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones, coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers, fondue sets, healthy-grills, home smokers, tempura sets, tortilla presses, electric whisks, pineapple corers languish dustily at the back of the nation's world's cupboards.

also tupperware/things not by tupperware but that are plastic with lids (I LOVE TUPPERWARE), an apple corer (i like baked apples! and if i core them with a knife i near fillet myself), cookie cutters in various shapes inc. lobsters, a cafetierequite a lot of silicon bakeware, giant wooden salad tongs with zebras on the handles that were a gift from someone i like very much but that i will almost certainly never use.

i want a fondue set. and i would use it!

hmm. it seems i am not a hoarder of kitchen items. suspect it is because for the past three years i have had a very small kitchen and before that a quite small kitchen, and not because i am in any way immune to the siren call of lovely cooking stuff. (when rich, will buy all the le creuset EVER.)

ION: should be studying (argh thesis argh still no real topic) but instead, am rolling about in anno dracula (thank you lazy_hoor: DO LIKE) having zoomed though professor moriarty: the hound of the d'urbervilles last week, and on the side re-reading & filling up the gaps in my victorian fiction relevant to the universes in these books (so long since i read any r.l. stevenson, and it turns out i had never actually read the war of the worlds, i just thought i had due to cultural osmosis. must re-read bram stoker's dracula next as i think i was about 23 last time through. also, raffles & bunny, it is time we were reunited!)

ION ION: it is a pity there's no real hound of the d'urbervilles fandom, because i would read (and possibly even write) the stuffing out of the further adventures of sebastian 'basher' moran. and, as usual, i would like some crossovers. i mean, unlikely ones, rather than the sort that the book is thick with.

this week in high powered business meetings

i had a work meeting the other week down in the central belt. it was, for reasons of proximity to the site we were visiting, & because the local community are invested in attracting tourists to this part of the antonine wall*, held in a miners social club.

nowadays, of course, there are no mines (and little work), so the miners social is a community-run trust that provides a social space for an increasingly aged clientele. the main public area is a large beige room with a bar (only open at night) at one end and a low stage at the other. during the day there are tables set out. a kitchen can provide soup and sandwiches. so, we held our meeting at one of these tables. with soup. and sandwiches, and tea, and cakes (many cakes - hurrah for the catering lady who "just thought we might like them"). only after beginning our our meeting did we discover that we had been booked into the room at the same time as another group.

the afternoon bingo session.

twenty odd elderly and very elderly ladies, and one bingo caller.

(actually, it was surprisingly restful, but a little distracting. we ought to have asked if we could join in.)

*most of which is more of an antonine ditch, to be honest - no hadrian's wall type impressive horizon-spanning stonework here - though a lot of that was, uh, "restored" by the victorians.

almost back?

i have been Cycling About in a land without internet (at least until i have a better phone), dealing with a minor family emergency (which was over by the time i returned and no-one is badly damaged, phew) and attending singa-along-a calamity jane screenings.  and drinking WINES.  meetings tomorrow, driving home the day after, then MY OWN BED HURRAH!

also MY OWN COMPUTER onto which i can download NEW HEADSTONES SONG.  *excited*

meanwhile, on tumblr


my favourite note: i mean i'm sorry tumblr but i just want to have disappointing, unfulfilling sex with him

why is my kneejerk response to this "GOD YES. I WANT THAT TOO"?

please stop me from screaming out loud?

i have lots of thoughts, opinions, feelings and etc. about The Riots, yes? but i also feel like - maybe? - reblogs on tumblr: sometimes not the absolute best way to get at the necessary nuances. YES. NUANCES OF UNDERSTANDING ARE NECESSARY HERE. (if i could work out where the "hash" sign is on a mac keyboard i would also have something to say about the "prayforlondon" tag on twitter.)

(plus, i feel about 180 years old right now, but "this building survived the nazis!"? describes any building over a certain age in some metropolitan areas. it is not in fact a sign of moral importance in the structure. "these are people's HOMES"? ought to be more important. i think.)

in other news, i must now go and fight with my father who has voluntarily transformed into the worst kind of reactionary arsehole on this subject. (i mean, more than usual. special levels of, rarely seen in the 36 years of our acquaintance).

(i won't even be about tomorrow, this is bad timing, but i am desperately frustrated by the masked* racism, the shallow analysis, the excusing the inexcusable and the EVERYTHING AAAAAARRRRRRR. reserving special hatred for the people using this as an excuse to suggest that it would all be lovely and safe and perfect if we were allowed to sic the security forces on "Those Types Of People" though.)

*i say "masked" but it's not so much masked as stated in my current familial visitation context. just weasel-worded a bit.