Observations
Nov. 10th, 2006 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rikibethIt's such a pity the Pink Spiders' lead singer was a bratty dickhead on stage when they opened for 30 Seconds to Mars in Boston. I don't WANT to like a band with such a brat in it. But I've got their freebie "put this in your computer" disc on right now, and listening to "Little Razorblade" and "Modern Swinger," and I could be listening to the Buzzcocks, or the Damned, or Stiff Little Fingers, and it's just fun to listen to, and damn, I don't want to give my money to brat-boy, but if I can work out how to shift the song files from their disc to my iTunes, they're going on mixes, yes they are.
My wrist hurts because I spent altogether too much time with a piping bag in my hands the last couple of days. Pate a choux shells for cream puffs and eclairs. Filling them with pastry cream. Piping little phyllo shells full of lemon curd. Frosting wee little cupcakes. Filling mini cannoli. And let us not forget icing a full sheet cake. I hate cake.
Because I hate cake, I declared last night "eat dinner at Buckland Hills food court and then go watch Nightmare Before Christmas 3-D" night. This was a rousing success.
I have to go in to work tomorrow. At least it'll get me nicely set up for the week to come. Maybe I'll even be able to see what's posted for the week and plan for it.
I really need to do more tidying and stuff in my room. But I did more today than I've managed in a couple of weeks, so that's something.
Davey Havok wears more glittery eyeshadow than I can remember seeing since the Ziggy Stardust concert movie came out when I was not-quite-fourteen. This is a fine, fine thing. However, if I want to wear glittery eye shadow, I need to spend a lot more time practicing the effect.
Tomorrow after work: raking leaves. Boo.
Another thing for the coming week: figure out why![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
melovechocolate's room looks like it exploded, and work with her on figuring out where the fragments should go so that they don't do that again. This is ridiculous.
I should probably work on one crazy quilt square a night. This would be relaxing. And it'd be accomplishing SOMETHING. I've been so tired. And my comforter from last year is NOT holding up. Crap workmanship.
Also this weekend: grocery shopping and menu planning for the coming week. Preferably things that the other people will EAT.
Comment and amuse me, because I'm bored. (Yes, then I should go clean something. I know!)
My wrist hurts because I spent altogether too much time with a piping bag in my hands the last couple of days. Pate a choux shells for cream puffs and eclairs. Filling them with pastry cream. Piping little phyllo shells full of lemon curd. Frosting wee little cupcakes. Filling mini cannoli. And let us not forget icing a full sheet cake. I hate cake.
Because I hate cake, I declared last night "eat dinner at Buckland Hills food court and then go watch Nightmare Before Christmas 3-D" night. This was a rousing success.
I have to go in to work tomorrow. At least it'll get me nicely set up for the week to come. Maybe I'll even be able to see what's posted for the week and plan for it.
I really need to do more tidying and stuff in my room. But I did more today than I've managed in a couple of weeks, so that's something.
Davey Havok wears more glittery eyeshadow than I can remember seeing since the Ziggy Stardust concert movie came out when I was not-quite-fourteen. This is a fine, fine thing. However, if I want to wear glittery eye shadow, I need to spend a lot more time practicing the effect.
Tomorrow after work: raking leaves. Boo.
Another thing for the coming week: figure out why
melovechocolate's room looks like it exploded, and work with her on figuring out where the fragments should go so that they don't do that again. This is ridiculous.I should probably work on one crazy quilt square a night. This would be relaxing. And it'd be accomplishing SOMETHING. I've been so tired. And my comforter from last year is NOT holding up. Crap workmanship.
Also this weekend: grocery shopping and menu planning for the coming week. Preferably things that the other people will EAT.
Comment and amuse me, because I'm bored. (Yes, then I should go clean something. I know!)
