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Finally, after more than 2 years, an oven that works.

Tonight, I baked a whole wheat rosemary baguette. Not sure I got the yeast quite right (they probably could have been warmer, since the loaf was a little more solid than I'd have liked.)

Even so: Victory!

Next time, I am going to put a beer-soaked roast in that oven. With taters and onions! God Bless America!
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

"My name is Peter Parker, and I've been Spider Man since I was fifteen years old"


From Marvel Comics' Civil War TPB

Only because the first closest book, The Cognitive Electrophysiology of Mind and Brain, had nothing but charts of spatial attention fMRI studies on page 56.

Why page 56, itslittlebit ?
I sure do love Glenn Greenwald. In real life, he's probably not that interesting to hang out with. Because he is CONSTANTLY WRITING.

Not only are his analyses of politics and punditry logically airtight and factually well-vetted - he doesn't even try to mask his withering disgust at the subject matter. Abuse of power, hypocrisy, media tampering - none are safe from his projectile revulsion.

An excerpt:

Using only undisputed facts, one could write volumes
--and many have -- destroying the self-evidently moronic claim that the media outlets owned by the nation's largest and most powerful corporations are tireless propagandists for a Leftist agenda. But those facts can never and will never penetrate because the two-pronged Right-wing dogma of objective superiority and unique victimhood is a matter of religious faith and deep personal need.

Ah, lawyer bile: the most potent and concentrated bile of them all.

In other news, in case you were wondering, chilled asian pears are a delightful accompaniment to bacon.

"It's very important when you consider even national security issues with Russia as Putin rears his head and comes into the air space of the United States of America, where—where do they go?"

"I know that John McCain will do that and I, as his vice president, families we are blessed with that vote of the American people and are elected to serve and are sworn in on January 20, that will be our top priority is to defend the American people."

I don't recommend this course of action too often, honey, but.... maybe you'd like to just stand there and look pretty?

Everything You've Ever Been for Halloween in Chronological Order:

As far as I can remember:

1. Rainbow Brite (1984)

2. Princess Di (1985)

3. Clown (1986)

4. A Ghost (1987 or 88)

5. Phantom of the Opera (1991)

5. The Terminator (1992)

5. Zombie Screenwriter (1994)

6. Herbalist (1995)

7. Ziggy Stardust (1996)

8. Andy Warhol (1997) - Possibly one of the most effective costumes I've ever worn. Ask Donald.

9. Matty The Mutaytor (2005?)

10. The Big Lebowski (2007) - WAY half-assed

This year... is a surprise.

For as much as I love masquerading, I feel like I've kind of slacked on the halloween front. Also, there were several years there when I was performing on Halloween, and didnt so much suit up, except for the stage.

Also - I'm surprised at how little I remember of some years... I mean.... They're just gone. Like so much of that time in Chicago - I can't remember. Better that way, I guess.
C-Pain: One time at school, my teacher catch me and a boy making out, and they had to give us pregnancy tests.

Me: Both of you?

C-Pain: Yeah!

Me: Even the boy?

C-Pain: Yeah!

Me: I hope they both came out negative.

C-Pain: Oh yeah. We didn't get in trouble.

Pint of Liberty Ale

University of Southern California coaster

Bottle of Smartwater,

1/2 completed Physiological Control Systems problem set

Pen Holder (A gift from a friend - a can coated in duct tape, with a pink fuzzy star)

Pen Holder Travel Edition (Gucci clutch. I know, I know...)

Three Hole Punch

Completed Digital Signal Processing problem set

Digital Signal Processing Textbook

Scratch Paper, both scratched and unscratched



Tiny Cat Sculpture

Rock that says "Nurture" (gift from MIL)

Wrapped gift for C-Pain (once she memorizes times tables)


Bottle of Ibuprofin

Wireless Mouse

Tiny Spiral Notebook


Notecards, in noted and un-noted form


Ultimate 2-Disk Edition Iron Man


Laptop Case

The Letter "S"

Wow. Gee.

Thanks you guys for your responses to my last post. I am touched. When I next feel like strangling the kid, I will remember them.

The number one reason I wanted to explain our relationship was to give context to the hilarious, thigh-slappingly funny shit that comes out of her mouth, which I would like to share occasionally.


After playing outside on her Razr scooter, she races breathlessly up to my door. I step outside to talk, since icariancypher  is on a business call.

Me: What's up?

C-Pain: Did you see that boy that just walk by?

Me: Nope. Missed him.

C-Pain: He looked at my A - S - E.

Me: He looked at your what?

C-Pain: (whispering) He looked at my ass!

Me: (facepalm) Yr doing it wrong.

C-Pain: You think I should have said something?

Me: NO. "Ass" is spelled A-S-S.

C-Pain: But he looked at it.

Me: Aren't there any nice boys at church?

C-Pain: (makes a face) Not really.

Rand mentioned something about rallying the heroes.

I can get behind that.

New semesters always feel good. Even if they sneak up from out of fscking nowhere...
Rand came home early!

He surprised me on Thursday night. I even had a leftover pork chop for him, hot off the grill, and peaches for dessert.

I wish I could say that I sprained my neck in the throes of intense homecoming passion. But that would be a lie. I sprained it YAWNING.

This morning, I stretched and sprawled and rolled my head back just so - whereupon I heard a POP and immediately felt intense pain at the caudal and rostral ends of my left splenius capitis. No weird tinglies - just point pain and limited range of motion. Ice was applied, ibuprofin consumed - all this within 10 minutes of awakening. Ain't that a bitch?

I lounged on the couch with a parade of frozen goods while Rand decompressed like a champ - fixing the broken screen door, getting me breakfast (and later scotch), doing dishes, and making the home livable, Which I fully intended to do before he got home! But like I say, he stealthed up on me. Although I like to pretend I'm totally fine and independent without him, this is also a filthy lie. Despite my staunch feminist upbringing, I melt down into a puddle of sad without my husband. This fish needs a fucking bicycle, ok? A very specific, tall, handsome bycicle. Shut up.

In other news, if you haven't watched Iron Man yet, do so. It rules. For as much of a fangirl as I am, and have been for years, I have never read Iron Man.  I was very ignorant of all but the most fundamental mythology going in. I guess I was never too interested because I think of the "billionaire playboy" as a trope that's easy to fall back on (how else do you pay for all that superhero gear?). But I'm happy to say the story, the characters, the effects and the social relevance all were a pleasant surprise. Especially after Spider Man III (aka The Worst Movie In The History of Ever). And X-Men III (shudder). I was a little disappointed in Marvel's recent movie offerings and I'm glad to see they've gotten their act together.

One of the things I liked most about Batman Begins was learning how Bruce Wayne creates/commisions all of his "wondrful toys." You know, you just render a sketch and then place a bulk plastic order from your chinese subaffiliates. How does Tony Stark do it? He engineers his shit with MIT wunderkind skillz and then welds it with his bare hands, bitches.  In a cave. With a bunch of scraps!