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Jan. 4th, 2016 02:01 pmThe email absurdity has been prodigiously apologized for, and we're on to the next set of headaches. (Notably the oral surgery course and the curriculum committee.)
Still have not found that blasted book (despite looking behind the bed and the bookshelves with a flashlight), or gotten the rust spot off the kitchen floor. But I did make another batch of poultry jello (turkey wings, shallots, chives, parsley, salt and pepper), and promptly turned it into soup (Italian sausage, drained diced tomatoes, green beans, a piece of Parmesan rind, and the end of a bag of farro). And I have hopes of getting this embroidery project done by the end of March. I think I've made, and sorted out, all the mistakes I can't avoid, so now I can avoid them for the rest of the pattern. This is going to be a Persian rug sort of symmetry; symmetrical, but not exactly so. I'll live. Getting this thing framed is going to cost both legs and one elbow, though.
When I wasn't embroidering, I was reading Leviathan Wakes, by "James S.A. Corey" who is actually two people whose names I forget. It's a good story, and it's pretty well told, but it has a fairly huge gruesome factor I wasn't quite in the mood for (and which apparently doesn't get any better in the next book). But making it less gruesome would make the story less compelling. I don't know quite what to make of that, and I don't know whether I should wait until I'm in a fairly bloody mood and then go buy the next book. I already have an excellent book for bloody moods (Use of Weapons, by Iain Banks) and I don't actually get into that mood that often. And why can I read stuff like that and think about it, but not get nightmares from it, when all I have to do is be in the same room with somebody watching a Tim Burton movie to get nightmares from that?
Still have not found that blasted book (despite looking behind the bed and the bookshelves with a flashlight), or gotten the rust spot off the kitchen floor. But I did make another batch of poultry jello (turkey wings, shallots, chives, parsley, salt and pepper), and promptly turned it into soup (Italian sausage, drained diced tomatoes, green beans, a piece of Parmesan rind, and the end of a bag of farro). And I have hopes of getting this embroidery project done by the end of March. I think I've made, and sorted out, all the mistakes I can't avoid, so now I can avoid them for the rest of the pattern. This is going to be a Persian rug sort of symmetry; symmetrical, but not exactly so. I'll live. Getting this thing framed is going to cost both legs and one elbow, though.
When I wasn't embroidering, I was reading Leviathan Wakes, by "James S.A. Corey" who is actually two people whose names I forget. It's a good story, and it's pretty well told, but it has a fairly huge gruesome factor I wasn't quite in the mood for (and which apparently doesn't get any better in the next book). But making it less gruesome would make the story less compelling. I don't know quite what to make of that, and I don't know whether I should wait until I'm in a fairly bloody mood and then go buy the next book. I already have an excellent book for bloody moods (Use of Weapons, by Iain Banks) and I don't actually get into that mood that often. And why can I read stuff like that and think about it, but not get nightmares from it, when all I have to do is be in the same room with somebody watching a Tim Burton movie to get nightmares from that?
