Happy birthday to the glorious Louise Brealey!
Www.louisebrealey.com
Wonderful woman!
Friday, March 27, 2015
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Monday, March 23, 2015
Neil knew Terry
Neil knew Terry. He speaks of him well. And I wish- Well, I just wish.
I speak of them in my mind like I know them. Like they are friends. Like I have rights on them.
And I don't.
But they are friends to me. Terry is like the uncle that married into your family and you love much more than your aunt. He's the kind of person you would choose for your family if you really got that kind of choice. To me, he really was family. And Neil Gaiman is like that distant cousin a few times removed. The one with the really cool wife. The only ones you like in that branch of family.
I have definitely struggled getting this down. Because Terry Pratchett was like family. And this is hard. I'm still not sure I can say everything I want to say.
His books changed me.
Although it wasn't so much a change as a confirmation. I felt certain things, and knew them, but not in a way I could articulate. Until I read it. In his books.
Going Postal speaks of the power of words. And dreams. Reaper Man speaks of inevitability and hope. Small Gods teaches the fundamentals of godhood and the bargain of divinity. And The Hogfather explains how true belief can be, and it's impact on reality.
Terry taught me quantum mechanics. Our perception of the world is what changes it. The cat is both alive and dead. And sometimes... Sometimes I believe the box is empty. It is a cat after all.
He was a very brave man. He existed with this terrible specter of Alzheimer's for years. And he didn't give up hope and laze around. He got angry. He got motivated. And I will miss him.
He made the world a better place.
At least for me.
I miss you Terry.
I speak of them in my mind like I know them. Like they are friends. Like I have rights on them.
And I don't.
But they are friends to me. Terry is like the uncle that married into your family and you love much more than your aunt. He's the kind of person you would choose for your family if you really got that kind of choice. To me, he really was family. And Neil Gaiman is like that distant cousin a few times removed. The one with the really cool wife. The only ones you like in that branch of family.
I have definitely struggled getting this down. Because Terry Pratchett was like family. And this is hard. I'm still not sure I can say everything I want to say.
His books changed me.
Although it wasn't so much a change as a confirmation. I felt certain things, and knew them, but not in a way I could articulate. Until I read it. In his books.
Going Postal speaks of the power of words. And dreams. Reaper Man speaks of inevitability and hope. Small Gods teaches the fundamentals of godhood and the bargain of divinity. And The Hogfather explains how true belief can be, and it's impact on reality.
Terry taught me quantum mechanics. Our perception of the world is what changes it. The cat is both alive and dead. And sometimes... Sometimes I believe the box is empty. It is a cat after all.
He was a very brave man. He existed with this terrible specter of Alzheimer's for years. And he didn't give up hope and laze around. He got angry. He got motivated. And I will miss him.
He made the world a better place.
At least for me.
I miss you Terry.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Amanda Fucking Palmer
(article on Buzzfeed)
You guys create music, and worlds together... Now you're creating people. Congratulations from the bottom of my heart.
Now I feel the pressure to procreate myself. Damn. I gotta get on that.
Btw, congrats. ::runs around screaming:: My favorite people are having babies!!!
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
AO3
It's really annoying when AO3 logs you out after awhile. Just a surprise when you go to leave a kudos or comment and it's all weird.
Although, it's kinda cute when it does and then you go to read something and it's all: Warning! There could be adult content ahead.
And I'm sitting here...Like I certainly hope so.
Glad I'm not the only one.
Monday, March 16, 2015
Too many smarts
My smart tv and my smart cable provider don't get along. Leaves me with nothing available to watch, except the slowly purpuling face of my grumpy husband.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
OOOK!
I will miss Terry Pratchett. So, so much. Here's a good article that said it well:
His death is devastating. Not just because it came so early, but because to millions Pratchett was more than an author: he was a friend, even if you never met him.
I made food for Terry. OnnaStick.
It would make a Dibbler proud. Meat of an indeterminate origin, on a stick. Only sorry I couldn't manage to pull together a yogurt sauce for it. Maybe tonight.
His death is devastating. Not just because it came so early, but because to millions Pratchett was more than an author: he was a friend, even if you never met him.
I made food for Terry. OnnaStick.
It would make a Dibbler proud. Meat of an indeterminate origin, on a stick. Only sorry I couldn't manage to pull together a yogurt sauce for it. Maybe tonight.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Pi(e)
I am not mathematically inclined. I am really really really good at estimating. This pie was estimated in its entirety. I am a bad nerd.
Happy Pi day anyway.
Apple Raisin Honey Pi(e)
1 refrigerated pie crust
3 large apples, diced
1 cup raisins
1/2 cup confectioner's sugar
1/2 cup Honey flavored whiskey
1 tbsp Honey Date Balsamic
1 tsp Chocolate Olive Oil
Preheat the oven to 425°. Brig the pie crust to room temperature and set aside.
Mix the Honey Whiskey with the Balsamic and soak the raisins for at least 10 minutes. Dust the apples with the confectioners sugar and toss the apples and raisins together.
Roll the crust into a 9-10 inch pie plate. Pour the filling into it and drizzle with the Olive Oil.
Bake 35-40 minutes. Since this is a one crust pie, the filling may start to over-brown. Keep an eye on it and tent with foil if it gets too toasty.
Happy Pi day anyway.
Apple Raisin Honey Pi(e)
1 refrigerated pie crust
3 large apples, diced
1 cup raisins
1/2 cup confectioner's sugar
1/2 cup Honey flavored whiskey
1 tbsp Honey Date Balsamic
1 tsp Chocolate Olive Oil
Preheat the oven to 425°. Brig the pie crust to room temperature and set aside.
Mix the Honey Whiskey with the Balsamic and soak the raisins for at least 10 minutes. Dust the apples with the confectioners sugar and toss the apples and raisins together.
Roll the crust into a 9-10 inch pie plate. Pour the filling into it and drizzle with the Olive Oil.
Bake 35-40 minutes. Since this is a one crust pie, the filling may start to over-brown. Keep an eye on it and tent with foil if it gets too toasty.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Ridiculous Amounts of Tears
Terry Pratchett, author of the Discworld series, dies aged 66
http://gu.com/p/46tv7
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
WTH
Saw half of a commercial for a new catfood.
Legit thought it was for soup. Thinking to myself, hey, chicken and peppers in a soup. Looks good!
So dogs get pellets and slop and cats get food that looks better than my dinner?
The hell? Are cats pickier than me?
Legit thought it was for soup. Thinking to myself, hey, chicken and peppers in a soup. Looks good!
So dogs get pellets and slop and cats get food that looks better than my dinner?
The hell? Are cats pickier than me?
VS.
Monday, March 9, 2015
Saturday, March 7, 2015
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Just a little Reblog...
Just a little Reblog from Tumblr.
From the great goddess Ivy Blossom, may she ever wield pen.
From the great goddess Ivy Blossom, may she ever wield pen.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Wha?
Or, a bunch of snow and ice, a lack of plowing and someone trying to turn around at the bottom of a hill.
There were frustrated pterodactyl noises the whole way down....
My front end is crumply. I'm not best pleased about that.
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