Coherence is for the weak
Sep. 10th, 2006 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreyA thing that is good: Single Origin chocolates from Thorntons. Not just because one is Cuban. They are milk and dark and you can buy a little strip of six. Mmm.
My head is killing me. It has been for hours. I have being doing stuff all day. This morning I recycled paper. Then there was another heritage day thing. One of the perks of living near a medieval castle. There were more recreated battles, including a civil war one. We learned where everyone puts their knees in a salvo. And that we had a lot of Italian merceneries with crossbows fighting our wars in the middle ages. I'm slightly in love with Civil War drummer boys. They were actually not boys, but seasoned fighters, and knew all about tactics and siege fortifications, and had to be blindfolded by the enemy a lot. Their drumming pretty much told everyone what to do in battle. And was horribly pretty at any rate. They shot real musketts and canons, and we learned the proper way to cover your ears during explosions. And generally I learned things and had fun. Nothing seemed to be able to hold Jack's attention though. Not even the crossbows.
I went up to see the Keeper of the Ravens again, and it was the same woman and the same birds as last time, but I still enjoyed seeing them. And I learned that they were both girls (which I sort of knew), but that she'd bought one thinking it might be a male, so she could breed them, but you can only learn the sex of a raven with surgery or DNA testing, and it turned out to be female. And now they'd grown up together, they were really close, and she didn't think she'd be able to breed either of them because the breeding one would have to go stay in an aviary, and the other would have to stay in the house on her own and would probably pine for her. And I never thought I'd be slashing ravens, but there you go. Also, we learned that one of the ravens from the Tower of London once glided down to the pub across the road and stole someone's beer. And it all just goes to prove what I always suspected, that ravens are in fact the best things ever. The woman was great as well, and knew all about The Morrigan, and tried quoting the Bible to us to prove that ravens weren't evil. And it was just general win.
And I made that cake, in the end. I left it until dinnertime, and we had to run out to the supermarket to get extra ingredients because I thought 150g was 12oz (not so much), and we ended up going to get my sister while we were there, and my entire family? Is mad. I blame them for my headache. My nephew just runs around and screams constantly, and my dad just sits in his chair and offers people no help ever unless specifically asked, and my mother comes over and tries to help you with things while doing thirty things of her own. And my sister will not stop talking to you. Ever. No matter what you are doing. I was all "I don't know. I'm baking you a cake. THE EGGS WON'T WHISK!", and still "What's that? What did you do today? Where's my present?". But I baked it (with no little help from my mother). And people liked it. They said it was rich, but given that it had a block of butter and two and a half bars of chocolate in it, this isn't really a suprise. It was supposed to be a Molten Chocolate Cake, and it was gooey in the middle, so I chalk it up as another cooking Success. Even if the actual cooking was, as usual, Disaster. And now my sister is gone. We totally survived her birthday. Hurrah.
I had caffeine. It helped. I wish I had a fancy car. I want to quote song lyrics all the time. Stella, well, she was my catatonic sex toy. And my parents love me. Someone wrote Guy-in-handcuffs fic. I haven't watched Carnivale or Deadwood. I love this icon more than is possibly fair.
My head is killing me. It has been for hours. I have being doing stuff all day. This morning I recycled paper. Then there was another heritage day thing. One of the perks of living near a medieval castle. There were more recreated battles, including a civil war one. We learned where everyone puts their knees in a salvo. And that we had a lot of Italian merceneries with crossbows fighting our wars in the middle ages. I'm slightly in love with Civil War drummer boys. They were actually not boys, but seasoned fighters, and knew all about tactics and siege fortifications, and had to be blindfolded by the enemy a lot. Their drumming pretty much told everyone what to do in battle. And was horribly pretty at any rate. They shot real musketts and canons, and we learned the proper way to cover your ears during explosions. And generally I learned things and had fun. Nothing seemed to be able to hold Jack's attention though. Not even the crossbows.
I went up to see the Keeper of the Ravens again, and it was the same woman and the same birds as last time, but I still enjoyed seeing them. And I learned that they were both girls (which I sort of knew), but that she'd bought one thinking it might be a male, so she could breed them, but you can only learn the sex of a raven with surgery or DNA testing, and it turned out to be female. And now they'd grown up together, they were really close, and she didn't think she'd be able to breed either of them because the breeding one would have to go stay in an aviary, and the other would have to stay in the house on her own and would probably pine for her. And I never thought I'd be slashing ravens, but there you go. Also, we learned that one of the ravens from the Tower of London once glided down to the pub across the road and stole someone's beer. And it all just goes to prove what I always suspected, that ravens are in fact the best things ever. The woman was great as well, and knew all about The Morrigan, and tried quoting the Bible to us to prove that ravens weren't evil. And it was just general win.
And I made that cake, in the end. I left it until dinnertime, and we had to run out to the supermarket to get extra ingredients because I thought 150g was 12oz (not so much), and we ended up going to get my sister while we were there, and my entire family? Is mad. I blame them for my headache. My nephew just runs around and screams constantly, and my dad just sits in his chair and offers people no help ever unless specifically asked, and my mother comes over and tries to help you with things while doing thirty things of her own. And my sister will not stop talking to you. Ever. No matter what you are doing. I was all "I don't know. I'm baking you a cake. THE EGGS WON'T WHISK!", and still "What's that? What did you do today? Where's my present?". But I baked it (with no little help from my mother). And people liked it. They said it was rich, but given that it had a block of butter and two and a half bars of chocolate in it, this isn't really a suprise. It was supposed to be a Molten Chocolate Cake, and it was gooey in the middle, so I chalk it up as another cooking Success. Even if the actual cooking was, as usual, Disaster. And now my sister is gone. We totally survived her birthday. Hurrah.
I had caffeine. It helped. I wish I had a fancy car. I want to quote song lyrics all the time. Stella, well, she was my catatonic sex toy. And my parents love me. Someone wrote Guy-in-handcuffs fic. I haven't watched Carnivale or Deadwood. I love this icon more than is possibly fair.
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Date: 2006-09-09 11:39 pm (UTC)You will like Deadwood. I feel kind of sure.
The ravens are so lovely slash oh.
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Date: 2006-09-09 11:59 pm (UTC)I'd like to like it. I am still toying with the idea. I worry sometimes that I just steal all your fandoms. But they tend to be shiny, so. It's probably for the best.
And I know one other person will know about them.The ravens were great. They just sat there, and were black, and loved each other. I wish they had a blog. I would read it every day.
I love you. ::Dances you::
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Date: 2006-09-10 01:33 am (UTC)::DANCES DANCEISHLY::
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Date: 2006-09-10 08:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-09-10 10:01 am (UTC)I'm not sure. Probably.I mean - no, of course not! It is properly cooked, but meant to be gooey! Consistency, and the ratio of ingredients, and whatnot.Although the people you give it to probably won't know the difference... ;)