persephone33

You know, you can say what you like about huge, megacorporations, but Google is pretty cool. At least you know they like to have fun.

I'm particularly fond of what they like to call, "Easter Eggs." They call them this presumably because when you find them they give you a little gift.

It's not a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg, Google. Just so you know. But it is cool.

And... P.S. The day that Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs start falling out of my laptop screen, I quit. Because I'll be too busy eating the peanut butter eggs. OBVIOUSLY.

Anyway, in the interest of being fun and clever, type the following into the Google search engine window. And you have to use Google, not Bing, or Ask, or God forbid, Yahoo. What do you people even have those for? Google is where it's at, obviously.

1. Type "askew." Tilt your head and reacquaint yourself with what it means.

2. Type "Do a barrel roll." Fun.

3. Type "tilt." Okay, yeah, that's just like askew. Whatever. Someone obviously spent some time writing the code, so do it.

4. My faves are the dorky grammar ones, "Recursion" and "Anagram." Google asks you if you meant something else. *dorky gigglesnort*

5. And for the holidays, type (separately) "Hanukkah" and "Let it snow." There are some festive stars of David and it actually snows, fogs up your computer screen, and then lets you have the option of defrosting the screen at once or drawing in the frost with your mouse. How. Adorable.

6. It's not there anymore, but a while back when you typed in "gravity," you'd get this. Good times.

I feel freaking fantastic.

Who KNEW what a few good nights of sleep would do for you? I didn't realize how badly it was affecting me. Man, oh, man. The beauty sleep ins necessary. Carrie was cranky and mean and not at all the happy, whimsical, wisecracking girl you've all come to know and love.

And in related news? I positively ADORE Advil PM. Like LOVE. Like if I weren't already in a monogamous relationship I might want to marry the box and have little Advil PM babies. It is the BEST. I take half the recommended dose and I'm OUT for eight hours. SHEER Bliss.

So... it's that time of the year, again. Nolan's fantasy baseball team has their draft night tonight. He gets positively GIDDY about it. I swear, October and the end of the last season feels like it was only last week, but nope, Nolan's been looking at the CBS Sports Website, clutching a worn copy of a Baseball statistics magazine, and poring over each paragraph with an intent I can only categorize as fanatical.

Which is appropriate, I suppose, considering.

Here's hoping he wins, this year.

( But THIS is unacceptable. )

Who thinks he should get his OWN laptop and stop stealing mine?

[Poll #1543328]

Well... To put it succinctly, I think it sucks.

I don't think there's a need to go into more detail than that.

I went to one of our favorite restaurants for New Years Eve, Johnny Carino's, and ordered something new.

I never, ever, ever order out of my comfort zone. Ever, ever, ever. I have one or two things I eat at every restaurant we go to, and I ALWAYS order that. Boring? Maybe. But I'm not disappointed that way. I also never eat all of what I order, either; in this case, I ate about half the dish, so I took it home had it again for dinner last night. I eat leftovers all the time and I never have issues. I mean, restaurants give you obscene- thereisnowhatIcanfinisheverythinghere- amounts of food. It's wasteful not to take it with you, right? Being a longtime member in good standing with the Clean Plate Club (Where a lot of my food issues stem from, I think), I always feel like I need to take it with me.

I don't really have that compulsion, anymore.

Being awakened out of a dead sleep with a wicked case of food poisoning will do that to you. On the up side, I got to know the floor in my bathroom a little better (a really lovely, earthy stone, very forgiving), got reacquainted with what 3:00 in the morning looks like, (I don't recommend it), I slept 'til nearly noon. So I'm easing into 2010. Slowly. Cautiously.

Long story short, Shrimp Scampi will be added to the list of Things I Will Never, Ever, Ever, Ever Eat Again, along with Soft Batch Chocolate Chip Cookies, Cheetos, Won Ton Soup, and the Subway Cold Cut Combo. One has to be firm about these things. Besides, while I was associating with the bathroom floor, we had a little chat about it. He thinks it's a good idea, too.

And quite frankly, I respect his judgment.

This day has sucked baboon butt. Seriously.  So, instead of bitching, I give you my top ten things that have made me happy today.

10.  Fresh blueberries that don't cost $5 for a handful.  Fresh fruit season, in fact.  Delightful.
9.  Recipe Blogs.  The Pioneer woman, in particular.
8.  The story for ronpansy_fest rocking right along.  seegrim  and I have a nice little story happening.  :)  We're at 8,332 words.
7.  That I can say the whole prologue to Star Trek.  (Nolan says this shouldn't make me happy, but assures that I am, in fact really dorky.  Something you and I already knew. *wink*)
6.  Children laughing as they play in the sprinkler.  The fact that my kids are still entertained by doing so.
5.  My ipod jack for the car.  Tunes.  Always make me happy.  AC/DC with the sunroof open.
4.  Friends keeping me company on the phone while I grocery shop.
3.  Clean sheet day!
2.  Lists.  Grocery, to do, and the satisfaction that comes from crossing things off of them.
1.  Winning stuff!

My sister and her cute family arrive tonight, so I'll be away for most of the weekend - I'll probably be available again Sunday evening.  Have a good one, y'all!

Okay, so "cooking" is a loose term, here. Last Christmas (not the one we had just a few weeks ago, but the one before that), a friend sent me a package filled with presents and goodies, and in amongst them was a cellophane bag of what she called "Sugar Crack."

SUGAR CRACK.

Do I have your attention?

Uh huh. That's what I thought. Anyhoo, I only had a nibble of this stuff, but I'd been thinking about it, off and on, for over a year. A YEAR, folks.

Sugar. Crack.

*cough* Got sidetracked. I was all grinchified this Christmas, but it's January and I don't care about all those New Year's resolutions that I never made anyway, so I went on a candy making spree today.

Well, not a spree. I made some candy, though. In a very controlled and not all strung out on sugar way at all.

( the how-to and pictures under the cut )

*sigh* I know how this sounds.

I do. Honestly. Bunnies, squirrels, dolphins and the odd stone OWL are all on my list on nemeses. But now I have to add woodpeckers to the list.

There was a knocking on my side door; no one ever comes to that door, so I wander over to see who's there, and I see the red crested head of a woodpecker, pecking on the door frame.

What. The. Heck, ya'll.

This neighborhood doesn't even have trees big enough for woodpeckers! I opened the door and shooed him away. But he came back. Twice.

Thinking of pulling Frank from where he's lurking behind the tree and setting him on the porch to scare Woody off. More likely, they'd form some sort of coalition to take me down.

Whatever. Real reason for the post? I started a new project!

( Pretty pictures! )

And I make dishtowels to match! I'm thinking of opening one of those Etsy stores. Goodness knows everyone and their dog has one. Maybe Nolan would get off my back about having so many hobbies that generate no revenue, whatsoever. :D