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raybearI could write about bigger serious isht, but I'll do that elsewhere, cause it's Friday morning and I want fluffy instead.
Let's talk.....
~ American Idol. Shocker! Or so the headlines tell me. But even though Chris is the one I think about when I touch myself under the covers (and feel slightly sheepish about my attraction being so obvious), Elliott is the one I would marry and make sweet hot loving for years to come. He is awkward dorky delicious sexiness. And since Paris is gone, he is my choice.
~ How to interact with a DJ. Please don't come up and ask, "who's in charge of the music?" or "are you going to play anything good?" or tell me lessons about how "music makes the party, it's the lifeblood." Because here's the thing -- no matter how varied my selection, no matter how perfect my set, no matter how many people are dancing or complimenting me, I ALWAYS get at least one if not all of these statements at a gig, because guess what, there's no universal standard for a good DJ and actually, looking at you and your response, if I played all the things you wanted and I was a guest at that party, I would leave, so at least I'm talented enough to mix it up and keep your drunk a$$ here to stand at my table and yes, I did see you dancing earlier. If you're not feeling a song, WAIT. Because it's one song, maybe two, and chances are, the next one might work for you. If you want to hear something else, come up and make a request sweetly -- this is a way more successful tactic than telling me I don't know what I'm doing, which shows you are ignorant and I wouldn't take your music suggestions anyway.
To the man who complained about me playing Nick Cave, this is not directed at you -- your queeny freakout reaction was the intended effect and yes, I was trying to bum everyone out, cause if your theme is Moulin Rouge, and I'm going to nerd out and play obscure tracks from french 30s singers who died there and modern-day dark cabaret styles, because maybe one role in my life is to take theme parties a little too seriously and accurately.
~ Cornbread. I am doing some "America's Test Kitchen" experiments with cornbread which is sort of fun, but also I am a little impatient, so if there are any southerners or honorary southerners who make delicious cornbread that is definitely savory but has a softer somewhat cakey texture of the sweet, and can be made with corn meal and not corn meal mix (the latter being what my family has always used, but I can't seem to find up here), please point your recipe to me.
~ Astrological signs. Last night a woman, who I'm pretty sure was chatting me up in a flirty way, asked my sign. I was a little endeared, even though I was not interested in her at all.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
diamondtits, my cosmic triad kindred spirit [Cancer-Aries-Libra], informed me that when I tell people I'm a Cancer, they will assume I'm easy. I don't know how I feel about that. This did remind me of an advertising campaign I saw in Entertainment Weekly for a car where they ranked the best and worst drivers of the zodiac (based on a study, of course). Number one safest? Aries. Number two? Cancer. Ha. Worst? Virgo. The Virgo thing made sense to me. I often think that the most nervous and controlling drivers are the scariest.
Let's talk.....
~ American Idol. Shocker! Or so the headlines tell me. But even though Chris is the one I think about when I touch myself under the covers (and feel slightly sheepish about my attraction being so obvious), Elliott is the one I would marry and make sweet hot loving for years to come. He is awkward dorky delicious sexiness. And since Paris is gone, he is my choice.
~ How to interact with a DJ. Please don't come up and ask, "who's in charge of the music?" or "are you going to play anything good?" or tell me lessons about how "music makes the party, it's the lifeblood." Because here's the thing -- no matter how varied my selection, no matter how perfect my set, no matter how many people are dancing or complimenting me, I ALWAYS get at least one if not all of these statements at a gig, because guess what, there's no universal standard for a good DJ and actually, looking at you and your response, if I played all the things you wanted and I was a guest at that party, I would leave, so at least I'm talented enough to mix it up and keep your drunk a$$ here to stand at my table and yes, I did see you dancing earlier. If you're not feeling a song, WAIT. Because it's one song, maybe two, and chances are, the next one might work for you. If you want to hear something else, come up and make a request sweetly -- this is a way more successful tactic than telling me I don't know what I'm doing, which shows you are ignorant and I wouldn't take your music suggestions anyway.
To the man who complained about me playing Nick Cave, this is not directed at you -- your queeny freakout reaction was the intended effect and yes, I was trying to bum everyone out, cause if your theme is Moulin Rouge, and I'm going to nerd out and play obscure tracks from french 30s singers who died there and modern-day dark cabaret styles, because maybe one role in my life is to take theme parties a little too seriously and accurately.
~ Cornbread. I am doing some "America's Test Kitchen" experiments with cornbread which is sort of fun, but also I am a little impatient, so if there are any southerners or honorary southerners who make delicious cornbread that is definitely savory but has a softer somewhat cakey texture of the sweet, and can be made with corn meal and not corn meal mix (the latter being what my family has always used, but I can't seem to find up here), please point your recipe to me.
~ Astrological signs. Last night a woman, who I'm pretty sure was chatting me up in a flirty way, asked my sign. I was a little endeared, even though I was not interested in her at all.
diamondtits, my cosmic triad kindred spirit [Cancer-Aries-Libra], informed me that when I tell people I'm a Cancer, they will assume I'm easy. I don't know how I feel about that. This did remind me of an advertising campaign I saw in Entertainment Weekly for a car where they ranked the best and worst drivers of the zodiac (based on a study, of course). Number one safest? Aries. Number two? Cancer. Ha. Worst? Virgo. The Virgo thing made sense to me. I often think that the most nervous and controlling drivers are the scariest.
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Date: 2006-05-12 01:30 pm (UTC)Also, I can't believe that you didn't mention Steve Dolinsky.
And I loved the Nick Cave song. Maybe there's a disco remake out there somewhere. A mash up with a beyonce song or something.
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Date: 2006-05-12 01:38 pm (UTC)I saved the Steve Dolinsky story for your livejournal.
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Date: 2006-05-12 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-12 01:58 pm (UTC)now i have to go google myself.....
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Date: 2006-05-12 02:09 pm (UTC)I'm going to locate your crush on him in his jawline-beard, just saying.
I've got some ideas for you about the cornbread. It's a question of eggs/dairy/leavening, I think. Potentially, bizarro ingredients such as powdered egg whites can be deployed. And bacon grease, of course. I will help you tackle it with Science! Specifically using three books on my bookshelf. I think, given the correct formula for what you are looking for, you will find what you want. Granted, this is a less romantic solution than such and so's grandma's such and such (however, I will ask around for this, as there are many children of Southern Grannys in my life, as well as a few Southern Grannys), but the ends justify the means.
Also, given that I'm Aries-Cancer-Virgo, maybe my virgo-ness takes over when I'm driving, as I am a Terrible Driver.
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Date: 2006-05-12 02:28 pm (UTC)ps. livejournal is asking me to confirm that I am a human by typing in code before i can submit this.
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Date: 2006-05-12 02:34 pm (UTC)(also has picture of aforementioned jawline beard)
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Date: 2006-05-12 02:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-05-12 02:38 pm (UTC)the thing with my style of cooking is that i tend to do more cost-benefit analysis than maybe you do. i'm not even sure i can be bothered to separate the eggs, whip the whites and fold them in, as some recipes are suggesting. i mean, not for cornbread. that just seems against what i'm going for.
but yes, science! science will save us.
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Date: 2006-05-12 02:58 pm (UTC)Well, this is where I came up with the jawline beard thing. Not that you have one, but this wouldn't be the first conversation about the dudes with the jawline beard we've had. Hi, Sigmund? Nice to meet you.
>cost-benefit analysis than maybe you do. i'm not even sure i can be bothered >to separate the eggs, whip the whites
I think if it made The Exact Thing You Want, you might be willing to beat some egg whites for three minutes. You've done way dumber shit than that for three minutes, I'd imagine. Are you a cook rather than a baker? This might be a potential problem with your cornbread.
Also, it might be worth it to Google the corn meal mix to figure out the ingredients and substitute in for the various chemical whimwham.
Also, who's not writing a curriculum right now? That'd be me.
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:19 pm (UTC)Are you a cook rather than a baker? This might be a potential problem with your cornbread.
i think you might be right. i'm not say i WONT whip the egg whites. just that i won't necessary enjoy having to do it. but i'm willing to push my boundaries.
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:31 pm (UTC)It is rare that people are both cooks and bakers. Two different outlooks, strategies. You have to switch how you think about what you're doing. Either that, or you need to bake a lot, so that you can do it by feel. But, this takes time. This is why grandmothers (uh, and people who are not actually grandmothers but act like them) can do both.
Well, the dried eggwhites could come in handy then. I need to look up more about their functioning. Very exciting. I think I'm about to go post about my baking excitment.
Also, the unscrambled whipped eggwhite delivery service. I think you're already paying the fee for that one. But, I feel more invested in convincing you that this sort of thing is Not A Big Deal, and is actually Fun, but that's just about my tendency to tilt at windmills.
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Date: 2006-05-12 03:39 pm (UTC)i think the difference in these facial hair categories depends on the thickness and neatness of it. because when i was first sporting it, that was the look i was going for, but i did not have the time and talent and tools to keep it pencil-sharp crisp that the hip hop dude beard requires.
and just fyi, today's cornbread baking venture will involve buttermilk. which again, is so not How Mom Used To Do It (like the folding eggwhites thing, so my resistance is more psychological than physical lazyness), but like you said, if the outcome is what's desired, i'm willing to try new things.
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Date: 2006-05-12 04:29 pm (UTC)good philosophy to have in life in general i think, wouldn't you say? ;)
maybe i'll try and revive my old skill of separating eggs in order to help you. yes, shocking, i did at one point in my life cook and bake. yes, i know, you can shut that jaw now. ;)
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Date: 2006-05-12 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-12 09:20 pm (UTC)Sounds familiar, no?
Date: 2006-05-12 07:08 pm (UTC)"We have a saying here in Blaine that if you dont like the weather just wait 5 minutes. i honestly think that with hard work we could get that down to 3 or 4 minutes."
P.S. I can definitely understand where you’re coming from here. If I get another person who tells me, “You’re fine and all, but I went to __city___ and this bootblack was amazing blahblahblah he sucked my c##k and did my boots at the same time...man, that was great. You should do that.” I believe the word that best displays my feeling is: exasperated.
P.P.S. Hope you're doing well. I liked the rib adventure.
Hey!
Date: 2006-05-12 09:54 pm (UTC)By the way - do I need to send you some corn meal mix?
-krista
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Date: 2006-05-12 10:06 pm (UTC)Maybe....maybe I just need to come visit and fill up a car trunk with it!
Re: Hey!
Date: 2006-05-13 12:28 pm (UTC)-krista
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Date: 2006-05-13 06:59 am (UTC)It's buttermilk, GO!