My brain has melted...
Dec. 12th, 2007 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperance... it must have done. I have finished my ghost story for this year's Phantoms event, and it is heartwarming and sentimental. Oh noes!
That is, of course, 'finished' for values that include "omigod, it's twice as long as it ought to be and twice as crap to boot." I shall cut it, somewhat, and try to make it better between now and Monday next. But it will still be heartwarming and sentimental. You have been warned.
In other news - oh, I don't know. I have received a little money, and spent a lot. Nothing new there, then. Result: misery. Nothing new there, either. But it's a bit burdensome just now. I would like not to be depressed. I will either be better after I have read through the big fantasy novel (to see how much work I really have to do to it), or I will be worse (if it's really as much as I fear, or more). I should start that tomorrow, but I have to stay in for a delivery (document boxes! many many document boxes! it's okay, I have many many documents...), so it might get put off another day. Any excuse, really. It scares me.
Am I weird, for liking greens (cabbage, today) with my chilli? I just think those dark green vegetative flavours go really well with the meat and the heat and the redness of it all...
It seems to be impossible to make a chilli too hot for my taste. This one has so far had indeterminate fresh green & red chillies, a chipotle, a couple of dried habanero, and a handful of fresh birds'-eyes both red and green, and I struggle to call it medium in heat. I would add chilli-oil until scorchio, but I had to throw away my chilli-oil on account of it melted its rubber seal with its scorchio, so I'm a bit stuck really. Sigh.
That's all, I think. I shall see if the TV can entertain me, as I'm doing a damn poor job of entertaining myself. The cats might help, but they have the gift of vanishment, and are never around when wanted.
(Oh, but yesterday, the Evil Stepchild tried to use my desk as a stepping-leap on his way to the shelftops beyond. Alas, he forgot to take into account that physics thing about equal-and-opposite reactions: he bounded up onto the desk fine, but landed on loose papers. Which all slid away under his magnificent feets as he tried to bound further upwards, and so he crashed ignominiously into the shelves rather than landing neatly atop them, and fell back onto the desk again, and had to go and wash himself with vigour. While I picked up all my papers, giggling the while...)
Also, I have a bizarre need in me to watch "Shadowlands" again. I don't know why this should be, Lewis being one of the Inklings I never met nor never much liked his work (except for "Out of the Silent Planet"), but there it is. If TV lets me down, I have a video...
That is, of course, 'finished' for values that include "omigod, it's twice as long as it ought to be and twice as crap to boot." I shall cut it, somewhat, and try to make it better between now and Monday next. But it will still be heartwarming and sentimental. You have been warned.
In other news - oh, I don't know. I have received a little money, and spent a lot. Nothing new there, then. Result: misery. Nothing new there, either. But it's a bit burdensome just now. I would like not to be depressed. I will either be better after I have read through the big fantasy novel (to see how much work I really have to do to it), or I will be worse (if it's really as much as I fear, or more). I should start that tomorrow, but I have to stay in for a delivery (document boxes! many many document boxes! it's okay, I have many many documents...), so it might get put off another day. Any excuse, really. It scares me.
Am I weird, for liking greens (cabbage, today) with my chilli? I just think those dark green vegetative flavours go really well with the meat and the heat and the redness of it all...
It seems to be impossible to make a chilli too hot for my taste. This one has so far had indeterminate fresh green & red chillies, a chipotle, a couple of dried habanero, and a handful of fresh birds'-eyes both red and green, and I struggle to call it medium in heat. I would add chilli-oil until scorchio, but I had to throw away my chilli-oil on account of it melted its rubber seal with its scorchio, so I'm a bit stuck really. Sigh.
That's all, I think. I shall see if the TV can entertain me, as I'm doing a damn poor job of entertaining myself. The cats might help, but they have the gift of vanishment, and are never around when wanted.
(Oh, but yesterday, the Evil Stepchild tried to use my desk as a stepping-leap on his way to the shelftops beyond. Alas, he forgot to take into account that physics thing about equal-and-opposite reactions: he bounded up onto the desk fine, but landed on loose papers. Which all slid away under his magnificent feets as he tried to bound further upwards, and so he crashed ignominiously into the shelves rather than landing neatly atop them, and fell back onto the desk again, and had to go and wash himself with vigour. While I picked up all my papers, giggling the while...)
Also, I have a bizarre need in me to watch "Shadowlands" again. I don't know why this should be, Lewis being one of the Inklings I never met nor never much liked his work (except for "Out of the Silent Planet"), but there it is. If TV lets me down, I have a video...