Happy Thursday! I was promised a rain storm today, but it never came. How sad is that! It's going to be all sunny and stuff for the next while, and the storm would have been a nice seasonal reminder.
How was your Thanksgivings? Mine was pretty different. They just ripped out our kitchen this week, so it was going to be different no matter what. This morning the dining room was all plasticked off like a quarantine zone and we had McDonalds for breakfast!
After work I had to park like three houses down across the street, but I got home just in time to help my folks bring in groceries--Turkey breast, mashed potatoes, mashed yams, scalloped potatoes, corn, corn bread stuffing, cranberry sauce, olives, cheesy broccoli, rolls, um. All microwaved one at a time, but it was pretty legit. Why don't we do this every year? So hassle free.
There's still a pie left down there, and "Christmas Snack Cakes" which are just hexagonal Fancy Cakes. Oh my gosh where am I going to put it all.
But now we can really turn towards Christmas, now that these lesser holidays are finally out of the way. Now I know the consumer world has been playing Christmas music for a few weeks already by now, but I try my best to put it off until its time.
On the other hand, all that stuff I ordered off Amazon has already started coming in, so maybe I think ahead at least a little bit. :3
Stay warm everybody! Happy Thursgiving Day!
-Steph
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Star Dazzle
Happy Thursday! Today I saw my good friend Orion again, which was a fun surprise. When I was little, my dad took me outside and showed me Orion and Taurus and the Pleiades and Cassiopeia, but we never got around to going out in any other season and learning any of the others. Sirius is my star, so I know Canis Major, but if it's not falltime I can't tell you what's up there at all.
Just now me and Beth went out there with my glow in the dark book and we found Auriga, Gemini and possibly Cepheus. Opinions differ on whether we found Pisces. Now my neck hurts, and it's cold out there, bro!
(speaking of, Happy Thursday Birthday!)
Well today I got to drive some work peeps down to a work meeting, so that was a pretty jolly road trip. We all arrived alive, too, so that's a plus. It was a nice change of pace, in terms of what they pay me to do.
Yesterday was baking day because next week they're ripping out my kitchen. :< I dashed out a pumpkin pie and a half dozen lil' pumpkin pies. I also made a "soup" which was made out of mashed potatoes, mashed yams, the rest of the canned pumpkin, and half and half. Quite nice! Seasoned with a dash each of the same spices I put in the pie, that's something I'll be making again.
Carolyn came over, too, to pick up some stuff, so it was like a weird watch-Stephanie-make-a-mess party. We had some leftover pumpkin pie filling, so the three of us cooperatively created a monster: pumpkin pie filling, marshmallows, oats, chocolate chips. The oats absorbed the filling, so it really ended up like gross chocolate spice oatmeal. Live and learn.
I just found out that BSG has been on Hulu for like ever, so I'm spontaneously doing a re-watch. I'm on episode eight with Leoben. :3
Speaking of watching things again, I showed Beth Dylan Dog and Superman Returns, and we also smashed out Twilight Eclipse while smashed. How many of you are going to the midnight showing of Breaking Dawn today? I'm not.
-Steph
Just now me and Beth went out there with my glow in the dark book and we found Auriga, Gemini and possibly Cepheus. Opinions differ on whether we found Pisces. Now my neck hurts, and it's cold out there, bro!
(speaking of, Happy Thursday Birthday!)
Well today I got to drive some work peeps down to a work meeting, so that was a pretty jolly road trip. We all arrived alive, too, so that's a plus. It was a nice change of pace, in terms of what they pay me to do.
Yesterday was baking day because next week they're ripping out my kitchen. :< I dashed out a pumpkin pie and a half dozen lil' pumpkin pies. I also made a "soup" which was made out of mashed potatoes, mashed yams, the rest of the canned pumpkin, and half and half. Quite nice! Seasoned with a dash each of the same spices I put in the pie, that's something I'll be making again.
Carolyn came over, too, to pick up some stuff, so it was like a weird watch-Stephanie-make-a-mess party. We had some leftover pumpkin pie filling, so the three of us cooperatively created a monster: pumpkin pie filling, marshmallows, oats, chocolate chips. The oats absorbed the filling, so it really ended up like gross chocolate spice oatmeal. Live and learn.
I just found out that BSG has been on Hulu for like ever, so I'm spontaneously doing a re-watch. I'm on episode eight with Leoben. :3
Speaking of watching things again, I showed Beth Dylan Dog and Superman Returns, and we also smashed out Twilight Eclipse while smashed. How many of you are going to the midnight showing of Breaking Dawn today? I'm not.
-Steph
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Raffle Thursday
Happy Thursday! Today me and Beth won the Rocket Fizz raffle! That is, we each got a ticket from when we were there last week, and one of them was a winning number. $10 to burn, and we spent it all on candy and pop. Pretty exciting, winning a raffle!
This week has gone a little like this: wake up, go to work, come home, watch a movie, go to sleep, wake up, go to work, come home, watch a movie, go to sleep, wake up, go to work....
We watched Superman I and II, Twilight New Moon, about 12 episodes of Chuck, and HSM 1 and 2 (we watched those last two just now). Waiting on the table to be watched are Eclipse, The Terminator, The Big Lebowski, Superman Returns, and Dylan Dog.
Kind of a good mix.
Today was a pretty good Thursday as it was a day off, and we won a raffle and got to watch some silly movies. I also made some matzo ball soup and some cranberry walnut white chocolate chip cookies. Beth made grilled cheese sandwiches. Today was good weather for it.
Been writing a tad, mostly on my lunches when there's nothing else to do. It's pretty lame stuff, but at least once it's written it's editable. You can't do much to it if it's only in your head. I just typed it up and it doubled my wordcount for the month, bringing us to... 1,271 words. Yaaaay. Hey, I wasn't working eight hour days last year, now was I.
Eek, I gotta go get some laundries started. Then probs a bit more writey write. Peace out, yous.
-Steph
This week has gone a little like this: wake up, go to work, come home, watch a movie, go to sleep, wake up, go to work, come home, watch a movie, go to sleep, wake up, go to work....
We watched Superman I and II, Twilight New Moon, about 12 episodes of Chuck, and HSM 1 and 2 (we watched those last two just now). Waiting on the table to be watched are Eclipse, The Terminator, The Big Lebowski, Superman Returns, and Dylan Dog.
Kind of a good mix.
Today was a pretty good Thursday as it was a day off, and we won a raffle and got to watch some silly movies. I also made some matzo ball soup and some cranberry walnut white chocolate chip cookies. Beth made grilled cheese sandwiches. Today was good weather for it.
Been writing a tad, mostly on my lunches when there's nothing else to do. It's pretty lame stuff, but at least once it's written it's editable. You can't do much to it if it's only in your head. I just typed it up and it doubled my wordcount for the month, bringing us to... 1,271 words. Yaaaay. Hey, I wasn't working eight hour days last year, now was I.
Eek, I gotta go get some laundries started. Then probs a bit more writey write. Peace out, yous.
-Steph
Thursday, November 03, 2011
NaNo Thursday
Happy Thursday! I spent my time actually trying to write some words, so as it nears midnight, I'll treat you to some unedited, unexplained prose. The way I see it, it's probably the prologue to an Epoch side-story/flashback called
The Chaos Gauntlet
Almost there.
With another ringing crash, Huxley parried a strike that made her teeth rattle, the exertion causing every muscle in her body to scream back at her as she met blade with blade. She twisted and the blow scraped off her sword and bounced up against the armor protecting her shoulder, punching her backwards amid a flare of sparks.
Under the echo of steel on steel, Huxley faintly heard her name shouted out. Her only response was a grunt when the momentum smashed her into the damp cavern wall behind her. She was already bracing to intercept another strike.
It met her like a hammer, forcing the air from her lungs. The swordsman behind this flashing blade was bigger, stronger, and tireless. While she fought for her breath and struggled to push him off, he effortlessly leaned in, using his greater mass to pin her.
Huxley growled ferociously, sweat stinging her eyes under the cover of her helm. Shoulders pressed tight to the wall, she was literally using every last ounce of strength just to keep his blade from dipping closer. It wasn’t working.
Her growl ripped out of her and shattered off the uneven tunnel walls, a command:
“NOW!!”
She dared glance up into the shadowed eyes of her opponent, seeking them out through the visor. Just as she dreaded, they rolled wildly in his head, certainly unseeing. The irises glimmered an eerie crimson as they flashed from side to side. Chaotic. Huxley shuddered, her grip slipping.
Then to her eternal relief, the cursed soldier removed himself from her personal space, leaving her to haphazardly slide to the rocky ground. She hastily clawed at her helm one handed, practically shoving it off her head so she could get in a proper lungful of air. Her opponent howled as he was dragged off, giving one last swipe before his arm was bound as well. She knocked it aside with a steel boot and sighed.
“You’re bleeding,” Bentley snapped, picking his way in between her and the man in the blood red armor. He grunted as he went, struggling to hold the dimly glowing lines that held the man at bay. One glance over his shoulder at Huxley had one of the threads of the net dissolve as he lost his concentration, causing an uproar from their teammates as the sword again crashed free.
“You gonna focus or what?” Huxley grumbled back, lashing a hand towards the captive. She pushed back against the floor to rise but her elbow gave out and she slipped back down.
“Huxley,” Bentley warned, concerned, even as he turned back and cast another spell to fill out the net.
“I’m fine,” she allowed, gratefully taking the arm of another armored figure who reached down to assist her. Faris pulled her to her feet and retrieved her helm without a word. “I just bit my tongue,” Huxley told him.
“Put your helmet back on,” he instructed. Then he turned back to his team, Rydia and Jeffrey, who formed the other two points of the triangular net that bound the red swordsman. “How many more times can you cast this?”
“Not enough,” Rydia gritted, flipping her light hair out of her face. Her twin, Jeffrey, slipped as the net was jerked from one of his hands, and the other two fought with their captive for a few moments until he could cast it again.
Huxley threw her helm to the floor.
“What are you doing,” Bentley all but growled at her, barely giving her the slightest of glances this time.
“We’re almost there, right?” she shrugged. “I say let’s book it.” And without waiting for any corroboration, she took off at a flat sprint for the pinpoint of light that marked the way out.
----
-Steph
The Chaos Gauntlet
Almost there.
With another ringing crash, Huxley parried a strike that made her teeth rattle, the exertion causing every muscle in her body to scream back at her as she met blade with blade. She twisted and the blow scraped off her sword and bounced up against the armor protecting her shoulder, punching her backwards amid a flare of sparks.
Under the echo of steel on steel, Huxley faintly heard her name shouted out. Her only response was a grunt when the momentum smashed her into the damp cavern wall behind her. She was already bracing to intercept another strike.
It met her like a hammer, forcing the air from her lungs. The swordsman behind this flashing blade was bigger, stronger, and tireless. While she fought for her breath and struggled to push him off, he effortlessly leaned in, using his greater mass to pin her.
Huxley growled ferociously, sweat stinging her eyes under the cover of her helm. Shoulders pressed tight to the wall, she was literally using every last ounce of strength just to keep his blade from dipping closer. It wasn’t working.
Her growl ripped out of her and shattered off the uneven tunnel walls, a command:
“NOW!!”
She dared glance up into the shadowed eyes of her opponent, seeking them out through the visor. Just as she dreaded, they rolled wildly in his head, certainly unseeing. The irises glimmered an eerie crimson as they flashed from side to side. Chaotic. Huxley shuddered, her grip slipping.
Then to her eternal relief, the cursed soldier removed himself from her personal space, leaving her to haphazardly slide to the rocky ground. She hastily clawed at her helm one handed, practically shoving it off her head so she could get in a proper lungful of air. Her opponent howled as he was dragged off, giving one last swipe before his arm was bound as well. She knocked it aside with a steel boot and sighed.
“You’re bleeding,” Bentley snapped, picking his way in between her and the man in the blood red armor. He grunted as he went, struggling to hold the dimly glowing lines that held the man at bay. One glance over his shoulder at Huxley had one of the threads of the net dissolve as he lost his concentration, causing an uproar from their teammates as the sword again crashed free.
“You gonna focus or what?” Huxley grumbled back, lashing a hand towards the captive. She pushed back against the floor to rise but her elbow gave out and she slipped back down.
“Huxley,” Bentley warned, concerned, even as he turned back and cast another spell to fill out the net.
“I’m fine,” she allowed, gratefully taking the arm of another armored figure who reached down to assist her. Faris pulled her to her feet and retrieved her helm without a word. “I just bit my tongue,” Huxley told him.
“Put your helmet back on,” he instructed. Then he turned back to his team, Rydia and Jeffrey, who formed the other two points of the triangular net that bound the red swordsman. “How many more times can you cast this?”
“Not enough,” Rydia gritted, flipping her light hair out of her face. Her twin, Jeffrey, slipped as the net was jerked from one of his hands, and the other two fought with their captive for a few moments until he could cast it again.
Huxley threw her helm to the floor.
“What are you doing,” Bentley all but growled at her, barely giving her the slightest of glances this time.
“We’re almost there, right?” she shrugged. “I say let’s book it.” And without waiting for any corroboration, she took off at a flat sprint for the pinpoint of light that marked the way out.
----
-Steph
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