February 7th, 2006

reading is fun-damental

New restaurant, quiet evening

I left work worn out with my lack of sleep but still dragged myself to Pilates (and a yummy visit to the hot tub beforehand). Left in a good mood and found shadowdaddy waiting for me outside, because the crappy-assed class schedule at Freehold had him locked out of the theater until 8. Boo for them, yay for me! We went to Roti in Lower Queen Anne and had a right nice little dinner, lamb something (with cashews) with appetizers (we split it because the launch party had left him rather full), and even had time to pick up some groceries before he dropped me off at home and went to rehearsal.

Now I'm home and Ijust finished reading Harry Dresden ("Wizard Detective") novel number 2, Fool Moon. This series has become amazingly popular, with my boss waiting for book 4 and varina8 backed up for #2 (you, madame, are in luck). I lent tonyawinter #1 (given to me by lilithmagna), so I suspect she'll be joining the line soon - this series is too hot to keep down. Next will probably be shadowdaddy's Deep Survival book (about the evolutionary features that determine how we handle situational extremes, the kind where our choices can result in death) or the delightfully trashy looking Marilyn Manson bio spikeylady lent me. Meanwhile, Mr. Beans is waiting for me to bring my Broken Angels to the office so he can polish it off. But ... just think, it's only February (*checks*) seventh and I've been getting through a book a week! This is great!

Er, yes, and now that I've wasted as much time as possible, I'm now going to get on with making enchiladas for my brother's birthday dinner tomorrow. Frying, ho!

Two dozen enchiladas later

Wow, I just had a flashback to four days before the wedding, when I spent three hours making 144 enchiladas for our guests. Criminey. But I'm done now, and ready to go to bed.

That said, I just popped over to Quiz Galaxy to do the "How will you be defined in the dictionary?" meme (because I'm a sheep, and for the record, "Known for her fondness for acorns" was the answer), and I saw a quiz, "Nick Cannon! Think You Know Nick Cannon? Take Our Quiz And Earn Free Gifts!" So I'm looking at it, and I really, really don't know Nick Cannon, and all I can think is, somewhere out there is some sad little person who's made a quiz up about themselves and is willing to pay people if they'll try to learn something about him. Of course, if this Nick Cannon is actually someone famous, this is even a more pathetic statement about me, she who lives in a little bubble and thinks everyone in the world spends all of their time blogging and filling out dumb quizzes because they're all sheep. (Come on, say it: "Baaaah.") And don't disabuse me of my notions about Nick. As long as he's not paying money to create the quizzes, he's only a moderately bigger loser than I am.

Speaking of which ({my real name} [adjective]: Extremely extreme!), I created an LJ for my friend Nick tonight. I gave him the moniker oldmangrumpus (Nick: ask me how you too can make these cool little tags!), in reference to his Chinese skills. In my mind, this is an attempt to force him into CIVILIZED SOCIETY, because, I mean, like, GAWD, you simply don't exist without the LJ these days! With luck he'll actually use it, but chances are it'll just be a way for him to, you know, see what I'm up to, because, thanks to living in a bubble, I no longer believe in phone calls or even email these days. LJ is it! I mean, crap, given the fact I get about one phone call a week that isn't from shadowdaddy (and a similar number of emails), is it any wonder I've thrown my lot in here?

At any rate, it's tooth brushing time. We'll see if having my dad in my lair improves my ability to deal with him tomorrow. Bah. And good night.

PS: ergotia ([adjective]: Fuzzy to the touch) : I miss you.