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thoughts thought on Tuesday
May. 4th, 2010 03:40 pmIt's fairly stuffy and humid in here, so when I left last night, the warm and breezy but not sticky weather was a revelation. The Hairy Beasts seemed to think so, too; they were interested in things other than seeing how long and flat they could get. I'm hoping for similar weather this evening.
Now that I can do dishes again (as soon as I flush the hot water pipes and wait half an hour for new hot water), I think I'll make brownies. It's frustrating to know you want brownies, and know you have all the ingredients, and also know you shouldn't do anything about it because making brownies is going to use up a lot of dishes. So now that I don't have to worry about the dishes, brownies it is.
Speaking of brownies, I ought to go give Penzey's a lot of money again. (That really does follow on from brownies, but it does so via a piece of free association that probably only makes sense in my head.)
Speaking of giving people a lot of money, I've narrowed down the 400-odd India pictures to 75 I want actual prints of. That's going to run into money when I actually get around to getting them printed.
Speaking of absolutely nothing, The English Patient is a pretty good movie, but it's at least half an hour too long. It didn't help that I got it mixed up with Captain Corelli's Mandolin (I've read both books), and kept waiting for the wrong plot. Between that and Blackadder Goes Forth, it was a fairly warlike weekend. I think I'm done with war movies for a while. (Well, except for the Horatio Hornblower I'm getting from Netflix tomorrow. But that's Ioan Gruffudd, so I'll make an exception.)
(Three hours later)
This is a very long Tuesday. It ought to be over two hours ago.
Now that I can do dishes again (as soon as I flush the hot water pipes and wait half an hour for new hot water), I think I'll make brownies. It's frustrating to know you want brownies, and know you have all the ingredients, and also know you shouldn't do anything about it because making brownies is going to use up a lot of dishes. So now that I don't have to worry about the dishes, brownies it is.
Speaking of brownies, I ought to go give Penzey's a lot of money again. (That really does follow on from brownies, but it does so via a piece of free association that probably only makes sense in my head.)
Speaking of giving people a lot of money, I've narrowed down the 400-odd India pictures to 75 I want actual prints of. That's going to run into money when I actually get around to getting them printed.
Speaking of absolutely nothing, The English Patient is a pretty good movie, but it's at least half an hour too long. It didn't help that I got it mixed up with Captain Corelli's Mandolin (I've read both books), and kept waiting for the wrong plot. Between that and Blackadder Goes Forth, it was a fairly warlike weekend. I think I'm done with war movies for a while. (Well, except for the Horatio Hornblower I'm getting from Netflix tomorrow. But that's Ioan Gruffudd, so I'll make an exception.)
(Three hours later)
This is a very long Tuesday. It ought to be over two hours ago.
