Merry Christmas!

I got a fountain pen. And a table of elements tshirt. And the ugliest lamp i've ever seen (from a coworker). And lots of candy and stuff. And knives, of course. Blinder got monkeys and robots. It's not about loot, but we had a lot of fun watching each other open little evidences of care and thought.

It's christmas eve. Yes, i went to work with blinder yesterday; i wasn't about to get cheated out of my time with him, so i just went to the office with him. Brought my knitting, told his project manager they need a 'code widow,' spot in the office where we can hang out.

He's out running errands, i'm home cleaning. I'll run over to the store in a bit. We're trying to have a very quiet tomorrow, so we want to get stuff done today.

1 cup raisins
1 cup bite-size pitted prunes
1 cup dates
1 cup candied cherries, dried cherries, or dried cranberries
(The theme here is you can use just about any dried fruits that you happen to have on hand.)

1 cup walnuts
1/2 to 3/4 cup confectioners' sugar
granulated sugar

ring christmas bells i make a song

don't mess with blinder's kitchen he gets so angry and he might kick you

really really really kick you

but not at me cause i'm the dragons
i get away
with everything
get away with everything
get away with everything

ay mira mija mira mija mira mija

look out for the dragons look out for the dragons

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Co-worker whom i don't know (hey, it's a big office) is going by my desk.

Lady: Hey, what an unusual name.

Dragon: Thank you.

Lady: No, i mean it's really unusual.

Dragon: Oh. Yes, i suppose it is.

Lady: Do you like it?

Dragon: Yes.

Lady: I've never seen that.

dragon: Oh.

Lady: How did you get it?

dragon: What?

Lady: I mean, what were your parents thinking?

dragon: WHAT?

Lady: No, seriously. Tell me about it.

We put up the tree last night.

Yay!

The best part is opening all the wrapping off the ornaments and seeing what we've got, because i never remember.

We didn't put all of them on, we mostly did the ones that looked classiest, because we have a smaller tree than last year.

It's purty.

NOW it feels like Christmas.

I was not allowed to get out the ornaments, because they are stored in the studio closet.

My question regarding the firehose/submittal question has been sent to CmdrTaco. If i get a response, i will post it.

Thanks,

sol

Per Short Circuit

And yes, if you go to the Firehose you'll see this Journal there.

I can't even begin to fathom the thought process behind this "behavior change".

At 11:02 -0500 2006.12.04, Michael Mol wrote:

The "Submit" checkbox in journal writting is currently being
ignored---and treated as CHECKED.

That's not a bug, but a behavior change. Journal entries without a
checkbox are sent to the firehose, but come in at a lower score.

What it will have:

Quorn roasts (slice them diagonally, it looks disturbingly like turkey and tastes similar but not quite the same.)

Mashed potatoes. And/or baked potatoes. Sonjamum sent us home with homegrown taters and we can't wait to serve them.

Stuffing. Blinder has his family's stuffing recipe. It's pretty good, we use gluten-free bread.

Peas. I like peas. Not everyone does, but we'll compromise. (see note below regarding squash)

Wht's your favourite solitaire card game? I'm a beleagured castle kind of person, though demon (the equally unwinnable game also known as canfield) is high on my list as well.

I dunno. I'm a sucker for games with strict rules, almost no chance of winning, and where the no-cheating code makes it an honourable but almost certain defeat. What can i say? I play like a paladin. What do your card games say about you?

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i was sure i'd be able to miss catching it, when blinder wasn't feeling well the other day.

Nope. I'm on the end of the stomach flu, but i'm exhausted and i'll be staying home from work tomorrow i think.

Blinder remembered about ginger ale and so i have some ginger ale and some rice cakes

oh, and the MST3K, because there's no sense being sick without some good old Mystery Science Theater.

That's it. Write a 25 word story.

EXACTLY 25, no more or less.

Harold thought it was Darla's own fault. If she hadn't left the hurricane machine on, he'd have used the farm instead of her life insurance.

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for an added bonus, the current trendy exercise is SIX word stories, from the articles cropping up lately. I think Wired has one.

Write one of those for extra credit.

Went to the Rheumatologist last night, with the trusty Blinder by my side. He's good ammunition in a doctor's office; the doc was visibly perplexed by his 'sky flying bye' tshirt, and that really breaks the ice. Plus, i think my doctors like him, he asks questions and helps me remember stuff. The nurses have caught us playing with the blood pressure cuff and xray light and things, though, so they may not have such a sterling impression of us.

I've had it with bickering over politics, and if you're gonna make soup-line comments, let's bicker over something more mundane: What's your favourite winter soup recipe? (please include recipes, and desist from any political statements not in favour of the ethelred-dragon '08 ticket.)

It's your fate in '08!!!

putting the burn back in the burnin-nation!