I think Stevie would have fun chasing this little guy around the house...
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sorry Guys...
But there is nothing more disappointing than a bad vegan dessert, especially when you are craving delicious chocolate-y goodness.
Exhibit A: "The Dry as a Desert Vegan Brownie"
And its reciprocal...
Exhibit B: "The Undercooked No-Flavor Lava-Mess Vegan Brownie"
Uhh...I think this shit needs some butter!
No offense to all my vegan friends out there...whoever you are (j/k! j/k!).
I'm just sayin' is all.
Exhibit A: "The Dry as a Desert Vegan Brownie"
And its reciprocal...
Exhibit B: "The Undercooked No-Flavor Lava-Mess Vegan Brownie"
Uhh...I think this shit needs some butter!
No offense to all my vegan friends out there...whoever you are (j/k! j/k!).
I'm just sayin' is all.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Just One More...
Then I swear I'm done!
Now, really, enough is enough.
...And in any case, it's cookie-making time!
"Yahoooooooooooo!"
Now, really, enough is enough.
...And in any case, it's cookie-making time!
"Yahoooooooooooo!"
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Yeah Whatever, I Want Some Applejuice
Whoa whoa whoa whoa. Wait a minute.
And if that wasn't enough for you...
"Get me four glasses of applejuice!"
...Weird. In other news, today feels very much like spring, or at least spring-ish, which is making the first day of spring semester much more pleasant. I actually feel a little excited, and...Holy Christmas...MOTIVATED for this semester. We'll see how long it lasts for...
"La la la la la lala la"
And if that wasn't enough for you...
"Get me four glasses of applejuice!"
...Weird. In other news, today feels very much like spring, or at least spring-ish, which is making the first day of spring semester much more pleasant. I actually feel a little excited, and...Holy Christmas...MOTIVATED for this semester. We'll see how long it lasts for...
"La la la la la lala la"
Monday, January 18, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Crime Scene Update!
So as it turns out my previous blogpost can be used as evidence! ...Well not really, but here's what happened:
As you might have guessed, I slept relatively peacefully for the rest of the night, and woke up this morning to a conversation my mom and dad were having (you must understand that morning conversations in my parent's house consist of the two of them yelling from across three rooms, so it is impossible NOT to hear, or sleep through it). My dad was saying that he had to CALL THE POLICE because our mailbox, along with all of our neighbors' mailboxes (15 in total which are attached in a row across the street from my house), had been SMASHED TO BITS by some unknown perpetrator.
Of course I had to contribute to the yelling-from-three-rooms-away conversation and inform the two of them that I was an ear-witness to the incident, and that I heard the 15 axe-saw crash noises around 11:30 pm.
Now, as I sit here and drink my morning coffee a real-live POLICE OFFICER is coming over to talk to ME about crime.
Too bad I was too much of a nerd-wuss, and wrote a blogpost to quell my fears of a axe-saw weilding murderer, instead of taking a page from the book of the scruffy, opossom-resembling, red-neck neighbor from Dazed and Confused:
"Busted ma mailbox...didn'tcha?"
"Tamperin with mailboxes is a felony o-ffense"
RATS! I could have been that redneck neighbor!
I tell ya, kids these days...
As you might have guessed, I slept relatively peacefully for the rest of the night, and woke up this morning to a conversation my mom and dad were having (you must understand that morning conversations in my parent's house consist of the two of them yelling from across three rooms, so it is impossible NOT to hear, or sleep through it). My dad was saying that he had to CALL THE POLICE because our mailbox, along with all of our neighbors' mailboxes (15 in total which are attached in a row across the street from my house), had been SMASHED TO BITS by some unknown perpetrator.
Of course I had to contribute to the yelling-from-three-rooms-away conversation and inform the two of them that I was an ear-witness to the incident, and that I heard the 15 axe-saw crash noises around 11:30 pm.
Now, as I sit here and drink my morning coffee a real-live POLICE OFFICER is coming over to talk to ME about crime.
Too bad I was too much of a nerd-wuss, and wrote a blogpost to quell my fears of a axe-saw weilding murderer, instead of taking a page from the book of the scruffy, opossom-resembling, red-neck neighbor from Dazed and Confused:
"Busted ma mailbox...didn'tcha?"
"Tamperin with mailboxes is a felony o-ffense"
RATS! I could have been that redneck neighbor!
I tell ya, kids these days...
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
My Parents House Is Scary Sometimes
Below is a mostly-factual, as-accurate-as-possible recap of the bizarre happenings witnessed by your's truly tonight, during my stay in the depths of Fleming-tonian...and it is written in a Charles-Dickinsonian style. Why? Nobody knows...
(Thanks go to aladdinboy21 for this image)
"A noise rattled me from my sleep. It sounded like a hatchet or axe-saw (is there such a thing?) being pounded against a large metal object, quite possibly a pig-roaster, by a large, scary, and most-likely inbred man from across the street. I was shocked by its presence, and checked the clock on my bedside table, which read, quarter-past elevensies in the even-ing. "Who," I wondered aloud to the fat cat staring up at me with disdain, "at this hour could be making such a racket?"
The clamoring hatchet-noise soon ceased and was immediately replaced by faint scurrying sounds and far-away hyena-type cries that might be more accurately described as a ghost-child's wretched screams, and which echoed out somewhere to the right of where the murderous axe-saw wielding noise-maker man had just been. "Could they be related?" I wondered to myself. I remembered hearing these ghost-call noises cry out in the middle of the night upon previous visits to the creepy manor, and I had inquired about them to the daft elderly proprietor of the home. He had explained them away as mere foxes.
"Foxes," I scoffed.
Suddenly, other less-frightening but still stomach-churning sounds emitted from behind my bed, almost sounding as if they were coming from inside the wall or from the room directly behind. The cat pounced away in to the darkened hall.
"WTF" I thought in my be-wilderment.
More faint creaking sounds, water-in-pipes noises, and cat-paws-on-a-carpet lingered here and there from beyond the bedroom door, and I wisht for a cookie to ease my suffering."
I am going to try to go to sleep now. If something happens to me during the night, at least the world will have this blog post to refer to as evidence.
Wish me luck and peaceful slumber-times. Signing off...
(Thanks go to aladdinboy21 for this image)
"A noise rattled me from my sleep. It sounded like a hatchet or axe-saw (is there such a thing?) being pounded against a large metal object, quite possibly a pig-roaster, by a large, scary, and most-likely inbred man from across the street. I was shocked by its presence, and checked the clock on my bedside table, which read, quarter-past elevensies in the even-ing. "Who," I wondered aloud to the fat cat staring up at me with disdain, "at this hour could be making such a racket?"
The clamoring hatchet-noise soon ceased and was immediately replaced by faint scurrying sounds and far-away hyena-type cries that might be more accurately described as a ghost-child's wretched screams, and which echoed out somewhere to the right of where the murderous axe-saw wielding noise-maker man had just been. "Could they be related?" I wondered to myself. I remembered hearing these ghost-call noises cry out in the middle of the night upon previous visits to the creepy manor, and I had inquired about them to the daft elderly proprietor of the home. He had explained them away as mere foxes.
"Foxes," I scoffed.
Suddenly, other less-frightening but still stomach-churning sounds emitted from behind my bed, almost sounding as if they were coming from inside the wall or from the room directly behind. The cat pounced away in to the darkened hall.
"WTF" I thought in my be-wilderment.
More faint creaking sounds, water-in-pipes noises, and cat-paws-on-a-carpet lingered here and there from beyond the bedroom door, and I wisht for a cookie to ease my suffering."
I am going to try to go to sleep now. If something happens to me during the night, at least the world will have this blog post to refer to as evidence.
Wish me luck and peaceful slumber-times. Signing off...
On Being Sweet and Staying Cozy
The wise old gnome that lives in my mom's indoor plant-garden recently came to life and gave me step-by-step instructions on how to beat the winter blues*:
"Mumblymumble"
1) Do something nice for someone else (Baked goods are, in most circumstances, much appreciated and also fun to make).
2) Read a good book (and take suggestions from a friend. Mine is 'The Raw Shark Texts" courtesy of the lovely Ms. Lauren Sieczkowski).
3) Drink Swiss Miss! (And load it up with whipped cream)
4) Visit (or call if you can't visit) your Mom/Grandmother/other-lonely-relative who misses you dearly.
Repeat when necessary!
(*No, I am not on drugs)
"Mumblymumble"
1) Do something nice for someone else (Baked goods are, in most circumstances, much appreciated and also fun to make).
2) Read a good book (and take suggestions from a friend. Mine is 'The Raw Shark Texts" courtesy of the lovely Ms. Lauren Sieczkowski).
3) Drink Swiss Miss! (And load it up with whipped cream)
4) Visit (or call if you can't visit) your Mom/Grandmother/other-lonely-relative who misses you dearly.
Repeat when necessary!
(*No, I am not on drugs)
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