Strong Verbs Are Just Better

If anyone's wondering what kind of day today is, it's the kind of day where I put a pot on to boil for pasta, and come back five minutes later to find the pot's hob cold and the one under the chopping board has melted the chopping board and a plastic container-lid.

Meanwhile, a Good Recipe from last weekend. Adapted from Campion & Curtis' In The Kitchen.

( Accessibiltiy and dietary notes )

( What you need and what you do with it )

Today has been a mixture of unproductivity and ridiculousness, in the finest Highly & kayloulee tradition. At least I can honestly say there is no one I would rather be having this kind of routine fail with than K?

This morning:
- attempted to pick up parcel from Post Office, only to discover they've moved their opening hours, previously 10-12, to 9-11 on Saturdays.
- went and signed me up to the local library
- indulged in our favourite local pastime, poking around in junk shops and the Salvos. Ostensibly we were looking for a larger mixing bowl, but mostly, we were gawking at Cheap Junk. I predict we will still be doing this when we're seventy-odd, together or apart. We will probably buy hideous things and send them to our grandchildren. Or K's grandchildren, anyway.
- bought a stack of fruit and crackers and dip.

Then we, er, farted about for the afternoon. I most definitely did not write any thesis.

After a while I decided to make cookies. This is what the process looked like:
- roughly 5.15: decide to make cookies
- tidy up the cupboard, expel funky potato and associated smell
- commence beating butter.
- beaters short out and refuse to go.
- Amy marches up the road and buys more beaters.
- come home, sort out new beaters.
- Just as Amy gets the new beaters going, a text message bips.
- Ignore
- Finish mixing cookies
- Put one small batch in the oven
- Wash up
- Check phone
- It's asking if we're free to go to a concert. Check with K. MUST GO.
- It's just past 6pm. Concert is at 7.
- Go into a flurry of panic. Change clothes. Snack. Put away cooking stuff. Take cookies out of oven.
- Power-walk to station.
- Arrive 6.30.
- Train does not leave for 25 minutes.
- Give up. Go home.

On the bright side, the man downstairs gave us ice cream. At least we got something out of it?

I've been wondering why my hair is so gross. I've been washing it every day. Yesterday I washed it twice. STILL GROSS.

This morning, I actually read the labels in the shower.

I've been applying three layers of conditioner, from two different bottles.

BASICALLY I FAIL AT BEING FEMALE.

I just failed at HEATING UP A MCCAIN'S PIZZA. How CAN you fail at that?

I turned it into a charred, bubbling mess. I managed to lever the Plastic Thing Which Covers Things off the top of the pizza, but when I tried to lever the charred pizza off the plate, the PLATE SHATTERED, rather than part with its charred, bubbling friend.

My house stinks of blackened, post-apocalyptic pizza.

1. Just won third place in the annual awards for one of my minor fandoms. :D

2. Worked nine-hour day tomorrow, expect to do same at least once more this week. (Not EXPECTED to by boss, or anything. But I want to get the damn work done.)

3. FAILED AT CURRY. The box said 'add water', so I added water. Turned out to be about four times too much water, so now I have vaguely curry flavoured boiled veggies with boiled-tough meat and rice.

If you couldn't predict one of these things, yours is a sad prescience:

1. I finished Evelyn's book, it is awesome, and NOT A ROMANCE AT ALL.
2. I got impressively lost going from the Nat. Lib. to Kingston, DESPITE HAVING LIVED IN KINGSTON FOR TWO WEEKS.
3. There is a VERY TALL, very skinny man in my grad cohort. Cue giggling mess and Amy getting him lost in his kind attempt to drive her home. Why, no, I did not walk up from Woden, despite the fact that the other person being dropped off did so. *shifty eyes*
4. I managed to stick the edge of my grad program sheet into my EYE and now sort of can't see out of it.

Or so they say.

I'm fairly sure they're not thinking of museli, though. There are no benefits to having museli up one's nose.

I can assure you this, from experience.

Amy's Orthodontic Plate has escaped. Never one to submit to outside powers, Amy's Orthodontic Plate connived with Amy's Forgetfullness to transport said plate to the dining hall.

Once there, the true depths of it's sly plotting weren't revealed- that's how sly it was. Wrapped snugly in a serviette, where it wouldneither pick up weird table germs nor gross out the breakfasteers of Women's College, Amy's Orthodontic plate sneakily did nothing to draw attention to itself.
This was all a cunning plan to engineer it's abandonment in the wastelands of Women's College Dining Hall. You may hear it said that this was an act of negligence on the part of Amy. You may hear mutterings about duty of care and the protection of minors. No! Do not believe it for a minute! Though few in weeks, this Orthodontic Plate had all the guile and malice of an appliance of advanced years.

Now free of restraint, Amy's Orthodontic Plate proceeded, with utmost wilyness, to do nothing at all. It took cruel advantage of the hapless Kitchen Staff, bound by habit and never expecting to be used in this way. Masquerading as an abandoned serviette, Amy's Orthodontic Plate turned their simple cleaning of tables into an act of ennabling in its perfidious bid for freedom.

The last information we have had on Amy's Orthodontic Plate suggests that it has infiltrated the kitchen garbage bins. What it may do from there, we do not yet know, but we advise everyone to be on their guard.

The government advises owners of other orthodontic plates to keep a close eye on their charges, and warns that any attempt, by any dental appliance, to contact Amy's Orthodontic Plate, David Hicks or Osama Bin Laden will be treated as a terrorist threat.

Amy's Forgetfullnes is also under investigation, and may be charged with Enabling Escape of a Prisoner, and Deliberately Sabotaging Amy's Finances.

strike two... AMY NAIL POLISH REMOVERS FACE

oh, and i forgot the great AMY quote from the weekend.

Kris and I were going to a costume party after dropping Will home on saturday night. Will had given Kris money for the birthday girl and i was carrying it in my pocket. However, back at Kris' i had to change into a dress.

Me: Kris, i'm going to take my pants off now, so... *hands over money*

This was in the middle of the lounge room, about two feet away from his mum. She is still laughing her head off apparently.