the more you know

February 18th, 2019

Fanfic introduced me to the concept of “stress baking,” which the internet tells me is apparently a real thing. I don’t get it, but that’s cool, it seems like a neat de-stressing option if that’s your jam.

I am more of a “stress reading” person, which leaves me with a lack of both baked goods and dirty dishes at the end of the day — a trade-off I’m willing to make. On the other hand, it kind of makes me wish I had a more useful de-stressing habit. Stress cleaning. Stress exercising. Stress crocheting. (I don’t know how to crochet. But fiber crafts in general seem like they’d be useful.)

cookie saga

February 17th, 2019

I may or may not have ordered four boxes of girl scout cookies, and now I am in a quandary. (Also, did not know until just now that quandary has an extra ‘a’ there towards the end. Neat!)

I definitely got an email asking if I wanted to order cookies, and I definitely sent one back saying yes. But it’s been radio silence ever since, so I’m not actually sure if any cookies will be forthcoming. Right now there is potential for cookies at some point? It’s all very mysterious.

caturday priorities

February 16th, 2019

*pat the cat

*feed the cat

*provide nap spaces for the cat


that Friday feeling

February 15th, 2019

Thanks to Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq, that feeling of being 10,000% done with things has been set to music! Turn that ‘no f*cks to give’ feeling into art!

I’ve No More F***s To Give!

[Probably goes without saying, but the link goes to a youtube page and the song will start playing automatically. There’s about 25 seconds of safe-for-work singing before the swears start flying.]

jeans hack

February 14th, 2019

My cat is slowly destroying all of my jeans, by picking at them with his claws, which isn’t actually the problem. Said picking results in little white tufts on the jeans, which also isn’t the problem.

The problem is that those white spots are eye-catching and very visually distinctive — making it super obvious that I just rotate through the same few pairs of pants that I wear to work. (I guess it also makes them less professional-looking, but that’s not really a big thing at my job.)

However! I have a black sharpie at my desk at work! And a careful application of black sharpie makes the spots all but disappear! PROBLEM SOLVED. Just wanted to share that little bit of magic.

workaday Wednesday

February 13th, 2019

Uh, so I was trying to figure out what to write about today, and I came up with the following ideas:

*what even with the weather right now? (seriously, what is that noise?)

*story time about how I find saying ‘eventually, we’re all going to die’ quite soothing, but have learned not to say it at work, or anywhere, really

Neither of those seemed that great, though, and last Wednesday I just posted a picture of a trail sign, although that does remind me that I saw another version of that sign when I was out on Sunday!

(I also — foolishly, as it turned out — did not bring my ice grippers with me on that walk. It was only foolish about 50% of the time, and given that ratio, it’s probably a success that I only wiped out twice — and really, one of those was less a wipeout and more of a ‘strategic catching of my balance that happened to include being very low to the ground.’ On the other hand, my arm still kind of hurts, so it wasn’t *that* much of a success.)

it’s all about the bread

February 12th, 2019

Yesterday I was reading about the ‘let’s get this bread’ meme (because I derive great joy from confusing my boss with stuff like that, but figured I should make sure I wasn’t misunderstanding it completely before tossing it out in a work setting).

And this led to trying to explain to someone (not my boss) why I don’t think it’s that important (or possible, sometimes) to actually understand memes (except as far as it’s necessary to make sure it’s not going to get me in trouble at work). It’s really all about the feeling they convey. But I didn’t feel like I was explaining very well, so I found this article instead.

Why is millennial humor so weird? by Elizabeth Bruenig (written in 2017)

Albert Camus! Absurdism! The “creeping suspicion that the world just doesn’t make sense”! This article has it all.

toaster update

February 11th, 2019

I’ve gone up from the “four slice” toaster oven to the “six slice,” which in reality means that I could now realistically fit four slices. (I’m not sure what kind of miniature bread is used in the marketing pictures for toaster ovens — a niche baking opportunity to be sure.) Not that I’ve ever felt the urge to toast four slices of bread at once, but it’s nice to be able to stick the baking tray in (toaster oven bacon, yum!) and toast the sandwich bread at the same time.

I read many (many!) reviews of toaster ovens, and this is what I learned:

*There is a very tiny (hopefully not nonexistent) range of toaster ovens that fall between ‘so cheap you might as well just set your place on fire yourself’ and ‘so expensive that they become finicky and the features you never needed stop working anyway and you constantly feel guilty for spending so much on a toaster.’

*They get hot. (I mean, I knew that already. But I was surprised by how many people mentioned it specifically in their reviews.)

*So many people use the timer feature! I have never used the timer feature, because I cannot stand the ticking, and also why would I use a timer? I don’t want the toaster to decide when my toast is done; I can do that part!

*People are so much more particular about toast than I ever realized.

Captain Marvel!

February 10th, 2019

Things I know about the Captain Marvel movie:

*It comes out on March 8th.

*”Carol gets back up because ‘Fuck you.'” (Kelly Sue DeConnick)

*There is a cat.

*The cat is named Goose.

*Goose might be an alien.

*Goose has a movie poster.

I feel that feel

February 9th, 2019

Last night one of the young kids in the apartment building went down the hall screaming. Not a ‘I’m freaked out’ scream, more of a ‘I’m very small and have limited options for expressing myself’ scream. It was the Big Mood moment of the day, really.