WTF.

[minxy]

I broke math yesterday.

Or, rather, I discovered a flaw in my second attempt at an experimental set-up, and jokingly blamed math for it.

Math jokingly retaliated by kicking my ass in a computer dice game approximately a billion times (oh, no, really, that was mathmatically probable. Not.)

I thought we were square, you know? Insults exchanged in a good-natured manner and on your way, right?

Except today my dipshit housemate announced his reappearance in the house by starting a screaming match with my favorite housemate over plumbing that burst just after Thanksgiving. It ended with her giving notice (she may take it back) and then warning me over text messages that I was going to get pounced with a painfully awkward conversation about happiness in the house that I am dreading.

Then the ocean smacked me around on my board a little bit this morning (just a little, I still love the ocean, even when it gets me cold and wet at 7 AM).

THEN, I got stuck at the DMV forever, had to run to the nearest 7-11 for cash when their machine went down. I think my boss noticed I was late, though he's not fussed about it and may not at all.

I was upset enough about the yelling that I didn't pack my lunch or bring my own coffee. I had no *coffee* during that hour at the DMV, and I certainly wasn't going to get 7-11 coffee. I shudder to think.

The salad I bought for lunch is painfully, painfully salty.

And I continue to be incapable of doing basic arithmetic in my head today.

I am writing this off as a WTF day and shutting myself in the lab down the hall (ALONE) to work with hopefully well-behaved enzymes. Maybe some music.

Then later I am going to pretend that I exist only in cyberspace. Your good wishes for success in this matter will be appreciated.

Also, send porn. As a matter of fact, if you give me commentfic, or otherwise entertain me later by asking questions or pouncing me with a meme or making up a story about us or whatever, I will respond in kind (maybe not in high *skill*, mind you, but a rec for a rec, and an imaginary story for an imaginary story,) later when I go virtual.

[Virtual cyberspace-only existence failure: had to have that conversation with the dipshit in which he went on, at length, about whatever. Yuck, that sucked. On the upside, and in a dramatic turn of events, actually admitted he and other housemate have broken up. The fact that he's still wishywashy on *when* he's moving out is troublesome, but there you are.]

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[jenlev.livejournal.com]

:::holds you tight:::

Alas, I have no pron to send, but will slaughter a lamb at the altar of Poseidon out back on your behalf. Which is my way of saying that I'm sending you good thoughts and more hugs>

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

Did Poseidon dig lambs as sacrifice? On would think he would go for a nice smattering of fish guts rather.

Neatest testament to the power of the ocean being pods of playful dolphins out goofing off and being curious. No sacrifices required.

Thanks. Hugs are good in the face of surrealism incarnate.

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

Heh. It's just that growing up around sheep and border collies encouraged me to consider the lambs first. ;)

And you're right about the dolphins. They always make me very happy.

PS. There's always more hugs. Also, daily life is beyond strange in general.

[troyswann.livejournal.com]

ONce upon a time there was an integer. The integer didn't know what an integer was, on account of how the story was being written by an English major. So, the integer decided that it would be nice to be something different, so it got together with another integer and they danced around for awhile and jigged and giggled and then after awhile they noticed that they each had five feet and on one side, the legs were shorter than the other so that when they walked they walked like this--step-STEP, step-STEP--and so they realized they were actually iambics, five-footed iambics, and also their names rhymed and thus was born the heroic couplet from a couple of integers. The end.

[sarahq.livejournal.com]

*giggles and applauds!*

That was the loveliest little just-so story ever.

Just So

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

When the side-view mirror’s images fog
And the objects cannot be closer than seemly
It’s because you are entering a magical place
Shrouded in mists and with wit teeming.
Here numbers are language and sometimes
Phrases are constructed such a way as to be
Named with numbers for rhythm and rhyme
A couplet, pentameter, iambicly.
When the wind rolls thickly over your hair,
When airplane arms cut the mist like knives,
When your car’s gas mileage plummets down low
Due to friction and water built up to the skies.
Then you will know, if you still hadn’t guessed,
You’ll be at ‘Fifty North and Forty West’.

[eve11]

Oh man, what a crappy day! Must be going around, too. This morning, I drove the 40 miles from my house to work in my gym clothes, with real clothes nicely packed from the night before in my bag, met up with auntiemeesh, went running, cleaned up and got half-way through getting dressed for work before thinking, "Hm. I'm sure I meant to pack pants."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

I've totally done that. With the pants. *head/desk*

Minxy Sue and the Terrible, Horrible, not-so-Groovy Day

[sid]

Minxy Sue had a terrible day. It was horrible. Things were not groovy, no, not even in the least littlest bit.

This perplexed her, because Minxy Sue was accustomed to bringing the sunshine with her wherever she went. Ocean waves waved happily, sappily. Numbers added themselves, just to impress her. The DMV was filled with smiling faces - all of them behind the counter, waiting just to wait on her.

That was the normal way of things in Minxy Sue's normally pleasant world.

Until the Terrible, Horrible, not-so-Groovy Day.

Fortunately the night was a lot better. How could it be otherwise? The universe must balance itself out - and verily, Minxy Sue is the center of said universe.

And so it came to pass that identical twin Chippendale's dancers fell head over heels in love with Minxy Sue and bought her many cocktails made with top shelf booze and took her back to their penthouse suite, where one rubbed her feet while the other hand-fed her delicate nibbles of nibbly deliciousness.

This, this was almost enough to make up for it all. Almost. But something was still missing.

Something was still required to make up for the Terrible, Horrible, not-so-Groovy Day that Minxy Sue had been forced to endure.

And, lo.

There were identically twin really big dicks attached to the identically identical twins.

And Minxy Sue rejoiced.

THE END

Re: Minxy Sue and the Terrible, Horrible, not-so-Groovy Day

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

Hahahahahahaha! I forgot about Minxy Sue! She is, indeed the center of the universe.

Chippendale's dancers. Sid, you *rock*.

Re: Minxy Sue and the Terrible, Horrible, not-so-Groovy Day

[sid]

*squishes you*

[princessofg.livejournal.com]

my brain is numb and my tooth hurts, but i feel your pain. i got no comments or prompts, but i heart you.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

I hope your tooth can at least be numb too.

[rydra_wong]

I have no stories, but I offer hugs! I hope the ocean is your friend again soon.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

The ocean loves me, even when it smacks me around a little. I prefer to think of it as occasionally antagonistic passion rather than battered wife syndrome.

Me/ocean = OTP.

[cofax7]

Well, I don't have any porn, since I'm at work, but I can share this picture of where I went yesterday.

I hope today is better!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

Oh! Is that one of yours? So beautiful.

I think you may have just inspired me to take a walk on the bluffs today around lunchtime. I'm in mourning today because I may be migraine-triggered by margaritas. Can you imagine my sadness? They've gotten so much better, my headaches, but the LOSS IS REAL. Woe.

[cofax7]

Yeah, I didn't take the picture, but that's one of my sites. I kind of like my job.

And OH NOES NOT MARGARITAS! I think you need to determine what, exactly, it is. Is it the tequila? the triple sec? or what?

[reshcat.livejournal.com]

Well, a day or two late (RL and friends coming to visit from off-island leading me astray), but here are two lovely veggie recipes, as promised to you in Synecdochic's LJ on Monday. Hope they help your day/evening get MUCH better!!

PARSNIPS IN COGNAC

½ pound parsnips (approx.)
1T (approx) unsalted butter
1 to 1½ t honey
¼ C Cognac (V.S. or V.S.O are good, but V.S.O.P is wasted on cooking; you also can use a good brandy if cognac isn’t available)
1T chopped parsley

Peel, stem and then steam the parsnips for 3-4 minutes, then slice them in long thin ovals (“Julienne” slice)

Melt butter in heavy-bottomed sauté pan over medium-high heat

Add parsnips and sauté for about 3 minutes, stirring well; then drizzle in the honey and continue sautéing for about 3-5 minutes, only until parsnips are “al dente” [note” if your parsnips are really sweet, use less honey; use a bit more honey if they aren’t too sweet]

Remove pan from heat and pour the Cognac over the parsnips all at once, stirring constantly. The alcohol will bubble up and can “spit” out of the pan when it heats the heat, so be careful. Once the alcohol settles down, lower the heat and return the parsnips to the flame. Continue stirring until the alcohol/butter/honey has formed a liquor/glaze in the pan and completely coats and has been absorbed by the parsnips; this should only take a minute or two.

[Note: If you like your parsnips really firm rather than soft, you can skip the initial steaming step and go right to the sauté step beginning with raw parsnips. If you like them really, really soft, steam them first plus cook them a little longer after adding the cognac.]

Remove from heat and stir in parsley. Serve as a veggie side dish. Feeds 4 people.


ASPARAGUS WITH 'OHELO-BERRY GLAZE

I large bunch asparagus, cleaned and ends snapped off
1/3C ‛ohelo berry jelly [‛ohelo berries are a local Hawaiian berry that grows wild up at the Kīlauea volcano on the Big Island. It’s a small red berry about the size of small cranberries, but ‛ohelo is more tart than sweet and has more of a “wild berry” taste than crans. Since I imagine you might have a hard time finding them on the US mainland, the closest thing I can think of is gooseberry jelly or possibly tart current jelly.]
2T water
½ T butter
Juice of ½ lemon
Zest of ½ lemon, minced

Blanche the asparagus only until soft enough to eat; you want them to remain bright green and crisp, not be mushy. Remember that they’ll be cooked for an additional minute or two in the berry glaze.

Combine ‛ohelo jelly, water and butter in a sauté pan large enough to hold the asparagus. Heat gently over medium heat, stirring or whisking constantly, until the jelly melts and forms a glaze; cook it down a bit until small bubbles form at the edges of the pan and the glaze coats the back of a spoon.

Lower the heat and add the drained, blanched asparagus. Stir gently but well so that all the jelly glaze completely coats the asparagus. Remove from heat, drizzle the lemon juice over them and continue to gently stir until the juice is fully incorporated.

Move to a serving platter or bowl and sprinkle the lemon zest over all. Serve immediately. Serves 4.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_minxy_/]

This makes me very sad that my friends who just got back from a work trip to Hawaii (he builds boats) brought me Kona coffee (which I am drinking right now) and not 'ohelo berry jelly.

Thanks so much for talking food with me!