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Seems like ages since I babbled away about my life. Maybe I don't have one. Hmm.
Yesterday, after seeing a programme on the Food Network about fondues, we decided to do one. Back in the day, we used to have fondue parties a lot but we haven't had one since we came to Canada. L had a friend over so there were five of us dunking in the cheese sauce and much hilarity ensued, as it does. They really are rather yummy. We dunked apples, pears, mushrooms, sausage, broccoli, cauliflower and bread, everything raw but the sausage.
We needed fuel for the burner under the pot and ran into another culture clash as the man at Home Hardware had never heard of methylated spirits. When David explained it, he produced a bottle of fondue fuel, heh, which seemed to contain meths so all was well again. It's little things like that that make us realize we're still not Canadian, not really.
Like many people, I've been following the Sherlock comm wank with wide eyes of wonder and amazement. It occurred to me that we STILL hadn't watched the third episode (E and David both wanted to and getting three of us in the same place at the same time was hard). I declared that I was going to watch it and that was that; join me if you like or miss it, but I'm watching it.
Eee. So exciting! EEEEEE the ending!
I've finished watching Generation Kill and read the book by the reporter and Nate Fick which were interesting where they overlapped. Not easy watching/reading. So many innocents killed so...casually. It was difficult not to feel a lot of anger and upset though I can see how impossible a situation it was for the troops. When they got to Baghdad and I saw the conditions my cousin Angus would've been in when he was over there I just felt pure relief that he got home in one piece.
I'm importing my Buffy/Angel fic to AO3 so anyone who has subscribed to me, apologies for spamming you with ancient fics overrun with ellipses and English spelling ;-) I'm tweaking things here and there if I spot something, but I'm not editing. I've got over 300 more fics to import; there just isn't time. Will I put them all on? Eh. Maybe. But some aren't good, so maybe not. They're all on my webpage, after all.
I hit 60,000 with the new book yesterday but it doesn't feel three-quarters done.
We just had a hailstorm, hail the size of gobstoppers pounding the windows.
David and I are getting poshed up and going to the do that the library throw every years for the volunteers. The lady who runs the volunteers is retiring so it's a special one. I have a new dress :-)
Stoke did brilliantly well against Tottenham, even though they lost. They fought back magnificently. Proud of them.
And...that's it.
Oh, E's school is doing this thing where the kids stay there, with no sleep, from 7.00 PM Friday to 7.00 AM Saturday to raise money. High school kids in a haunted school...haven't we seen this movie? Though the only monster will be E the next day when the sleep deprivation hits and me who has to get up VERY EARLY on Saturday to get her.
Yesterday, after seeing a programme on the Food Network about fondues, we decided to do one. Back in the day, we used to have fondue parties a lot but we haven't had one since we came to Canada. L had a friend over so there were five of us dunking in the cheese sauce and much hilarity ensued, as it does. They really are rather yummy. We dunked apples, pears, mushrooms, sausage, broccoli, cauliflower and bread, everything raw but the sausage.
We needed fuel for the burner under the pot and ran into another culture clash as the man at Home Hardware had never heard of methylated spirits. When David explained it, he produced a bottle of fondue fuel, heh, which seemed to contain meths so all was well again. It's little things like that that make us realize we're still not Canadian, not really.
Like many people, I've been following the Sherlock comm wank with wide eyes of wonder and amazement. It occurred to me that we STILL hadn't watched the third episode (E and David both wanted to and getting three of us in the same place at the same time was hard). I declared that I was going to watch it and that was that; join me if you like or miss it, but I'm watching it.
Eee. So exciting! EEEEEE the ending!
I've finished watching Generation Kill and read the book by the reporter and Nate Fick which were interesting where they overlapped. Not easy watching/reading. So many innocents killed so...casually. It was difficult not to feel a lot of anger and upset though I can see how impossible a situation it was for the troops. When they got to Baghdad and I saw the conditions my cousin Angus would've been in when he was over there I just felt pure relief that he got home in one piece.
I'm importing my Buffy/Angel fic to AO3 so anyone who has subscribed to me, apologies for spamming you with ancient fics overrun with ellipses and English spelling ;-) I'm tweaking things here and there if I spot something, but I'm not editing. I've got over 300 more fics to import; there just isn't time. Will I put them all on? Eh. Maybe. But some aren't good, so maybe not. They're all on my webpage, after all.
I hit 60,000 with the new book yesterday but it doesn't feel three-quarters done.
We just had a hailstorm, hail the size of gobstoppers pounding the windows.
David and I are getting poshed up and going to the do that the library throw every years for the volunteers. The lady who runs the volunteers is retiring so it's a special one. I have a new dress :-)
Stoke did brilliantly well against Tottenham, even though they lost. They fought back magnificently. Proud of them.
And...that's it.
Oh, E's school is doing this thing where the kids stay there, with no sleep, from 7.00 PM Friday to 7.00 AM Saturday to raise money. High school kids in a haunted school...haven't we seen this movie? Though the only monster will be E the next day when the sleep deprivation hits and me who has to get up VERY EARLY on Saturday to get her.