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Feb. 27th, 2011 04:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwydion* Mache's got an incredibly thick undercoat. (She sheds more than the other three put together and Hector's a long hair). I can tell how cold it is by how close Mache sits to the cat heater. During this cold snap, when I come out to the main room from the back, I turn on the cat heater first thing. Mache, being dominant, selects a lounging location 3-6 feet away from the heater. Then the junior beasties then settle in right in front of the cat heater. Hector, being too nervous for floor sleeping selects an off t5he ground mest, usually in a direct line from the heat. Tonight, I spotted Mache and the Butt curled up together, him right up against the vent and her on the other side. I imagined a grumbly thought balloon over her head, "Stupid snow, making me cuddle."
* Being Human: O.o They have their own Connor. I loved the George/Nina biplay in the hall after dropping off Adam. George is so amusing when he's all butch. just in general, this season, they've brought back the things that were likable about George and Nina in season one. I'm really glad as I hated season 2 George and Nina was annoying. Progress. I'm pleased by adam tweaking mitchell on his hygiene. The Annie/Mitchell job interview thing was boringly predictable. I'm fascinated to see more of vampire culture though and am eager to see if my ideas about their version of vampires is correct. I also spent most of this episode wanting to smack Mitchell upside the head.
* Given Matt Damon's role in The talented Mr. Ripley, does this count as life imitating art? http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/bogus_damon_crashes_show_8kc5V3ERkuO4ggc0gvbkHO
* "Girls in publishing review The Girls In Publishing:" http://theincblot.blogspot.com/2011/02/girls-in-publishing-review-girls-in.html
* My cold is really ramping up, and of course I've already used up all the cold medicine on being sick all month. Sigh. (Manual drainage is only just holding off an ear infection. It aches and itches, but isn't up to stabbed with an ice pick yet). I've got medicinal tea, but it really only scratches the surface, and I'm down to a tiny travel bottle of Tylenol I keep in my messenger bag for the associated headache. I feel crappy enough to be irritatingly emotional, so I'm apt to be reclusive.
* I did not recognize Michelle Trachtenberg in this picture and had to double check: http://cdn03.cdn.gofugyourself.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/109413585-419x655.jpg
* "Your 2011 Books-Into-Films Lineup, From 'Eyre' To 'Water' To 'Desert':" http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2011/02/25/134029161/your-2011-books-into-films-lineup-from-eyre-to-water-to-desert
* I keep fantasizing about mixed greens salad with balsamic vinegar, real french chevre, fresh baked bread, and most of all, my father's homemade lemon sorbet. I remember watching him experimenting in the kitchen when i was very small. He tinkered with it right up until he died. He never quite got the texture right, but the taste was impeccable, so tart and intense with just enough sweetness not to pucker the mouth, utterly refreshing. He would serve it in the carefully scraped out skins of the lemons from which he made it, a trick stolen from one of his favorite restaurants in Clermont-Ferrand. The restaurant itself, still pops up in my dreams, though I only went the once. I wonder if it's still there with it's animal heads, and heavy wooden furniture, and the salads you cut yourself to taste, which my father also borrowed for his big spring party along with the idea for his signature sorbet. I think of the sorbet and smell of our garden in the evening and the azalea and rhododendron bushes out front and my mother's laughter, all tangles in my head. I will never taste sorbet like that again, just like my mother's homegrown cherry pie and my grandmother's pearl onions or her little german almond crescents.
* And a comic: http://thedevilspanties.com/comics/20110226.gif
* Being Human: O.o They have their own Connor. I loved the George/Nina biplay in the hall after dropping off Adam. George is so amusing when he's all butch. just in general, this season, they've brought back the things that were likable about George and Nina in season one. I'm really glad as I hated season 2 George and Nina was annoying. Progress. I'm pleased by adam tweaking mitchell on his hygiene. The Annie/Mitchell job interview thing was boringly predictable. I'm fascinated to see more of vampire culture though and am eager to see if my ideas about their version of vampires is correct. I also spent most of this episode wanting to smack Mitchell upside the head.
* Given Matt Damon's role in The talented Mr. Ripley, does this count as life imitating art? http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/bogus_damon_crashes_show_8kc5V3ERkuO4ggc0gvbkHO
* "Girls in publishing review The Girls In Publishing:" http://theincblot.blogspot.com/2011/02/girls-in-publishing-review-girls-in.html
* My cold is really ramping up, and of course I've already used up all the cold medicine on being sick all month. Sigh. (Manual drainage is only just holding off an ear infection. It aches and itches, but isn't up to stabbed with an ice pick yet). I've got medicinal tea, but it really only scratches the surface, and I'm down to a tiny travel bottle of Tylenol I keep in my messenger bag for the associated headache. I feel crappy enough to be irritatingly emotional, so I'm apt to be reclusive.
* I did not recognize Michelle Trachtenberg in this picture and had to double check: http://cdn03.cdn.gofugyourself.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/109413585-419x655.jpg
* "Your 2011 Books-Into-Films Lineup, From 'Eyre' To 'Water' To 'Desert':" http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2011/02/25/134029161/your-2011-books-into-films-lineup-from-eyre-to-water-to-desert
* I keep fantasizing about mixed greens salad with balsamic vinegar, real french chevre, fresh baked bread, and most of all, my father's homemade lemon sorbet. I remember watching him experimenting in the kitchen when i was very small. He tinkered with it right up until he died. He never quite got the texture right, but the taste was impeccable, so tart and intense with just enough sweetness not to pucker the mouth, utterly refreshing. He would serve it in the carefully scraped out skins of the lemons from which he made it, a trick stolen from one of his favorite restaurants in Clermont-Ferrand. The restaurant itself, still pops up in my dreams, though I only went the once. I wonder if it's still there with it's animal heads, and heavy wooden furniture, and the salads you cut yourself to taste, which my father also borrowed for his big spring party along with the idea for his signature sorbet. I think of the sorbet and smell of our garden in the evening and the azalea and rhododendron bushes out front and my mother's laughter, all tangles in my head. I will never taste sorbet like that again, just like my mother's homegrown cherry pie and my grandmother's pearl onions or her little german almond crescents.
* And a comic: http://thedevilspanties.com/comics/20110226.gif
