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2011 Gardening: The Start of Awesomeness
This spring–and, admittedly, my impending marriage–brought out my green thumb. The prospect of moving this summer to an apartment that will probably have fewer windows makes me want more green in my house. Much to Greg and Chris’s amusement, I’m planting almost everything I get my hands on: a peach pit (planted before winter in the hopes of a spring sprout that hasn’t come), cilantro (from packaged seeds), basil (also from packaged seeds), tomatoes (packaged seeds), garlic cloves (unused in a risotto dinner), orange seeds (from a late-night snack), and a green onion (unused from a frittata meal) This is all in addition to my two trusty cacti (a saguaro…
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I wish I were sneezing instead
So I was at work yesterday, and one of my colleagues mentioned being worried at the feeling of having a swollen/restricted throat. He was thinking it might be an allergy to something he ate, and mentioned changing his spinach brand recent. …And then I realized that I’ve been having the same problem recently, and have been shrugging it off. For the last couple of months, after some meals, my throat would be tight and I’d have trouble swallowing. I’d chalked it up to my “assmar” initially, but my chest wasn’t tight and inhalers didn’t affect the symptoms. I’d also thought it could just be some rampant sinus thing, so I…
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Pyramid Apricot beer
Very bitter. Like, shudder-when-you-drink-it bitter. Greg and I took it on a picnic with us — cheeseburgers, fries, cookies, water, and apricot beer. (We found out later that no alcoholic beverages are allowed at parks in Charlotte. Oops.) So we’re sipping on it, cringing, not liking it very much… …Until we start eating the cookies. I evidently don’t understand taste chemistry as well as I thought I did, because I was expecting a donuts-and-OJ effect: more bitterness. But the cookies actually smoothed away almost all the bitterness into something much more palatable. Greg was much more a fan than I was, but I would definitely try it again if I…
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So many shenanigans
Greg ran his second Promethean game tonight. It’s my first time in a bi-weekly campaign, and that combined with my fatigue and the newness means I’m having a hard time getting a grasp on my character. I picked an unusual character type for me (manic and ditzy, albeit smart… like a “blonde” Miles Vorkosigan), which means I have to keep reminding myself not to be the firm and common sensical (read: grumpy) “leader” I usually feel I need to be. We have a nice, small gaming group, and it’s a group that I think I can be comfortable enough with to play a manic and ditzy character. Less urge to…
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The journey to becoming a cyborg
Warning: this post involves my vagina and uterus and a bit of blood. If vaginas squick you, or uteri make you blush, go away. Go now.