November 30th, 2009

running, bomb tech

In which lemonade is hard.

The Twitter reports for Sunday the 22nd show that there were things going on in my head, but not much that can be tidily summarized. [info - community] beginningcocks has lessons for us all. And after I got off the phone with MissKat, my brain started shouting "MIKE'S HARD LEMONADE, HARD HARD LEMONADE" at me. Context is for the weak.

This was a major feature of Monday the 23rd too, along with a notable internet outage, compounded by Weird Page-Breaking Shit on my friends page, which resulted in the page whitescreening at ?skip=60 and ?skip=260 if you were me. I was supposed to go hang out with both aunts (Aunt-Fayoumis had driven in) but I lost track of time. Then there was Dinner with Emma, and All Was Good. There was booze. There was good company. I got introduced to True Blood, which is fascinating. I could develop a fannishness.

I still have pronounced ideas about what, actually, I would like for a Dream Wedding. It's a pity the Best Friend and I aren't actually compatible, as we have similar concepts in awesome for weddings. I'm not exactly sure who it was who was going to point out that perhaps some otherwise-excellent people might think the concept of the Imperial March as processional would be awesome, but who would have People who would think it was Not Awesome, but then they realized that day-to-day life with me would not exactly be free of such things, and therefore if they could be scared off by my wedding plans, they'd likely be scared off by me. It may have been [info - personal] fairlight via Twitter, it may not have been.

Tuesday the 24th ensued, with a walk with JD and both aunts. We talked Thanksgiving plans. Aunt-Fayoumis will be retiring around the end of the year, and they won't be replacing her for budgetary reasons. She runs a supply room at a college. We were sad for the budget. We wound up walking down pretty far, and by the time we realized that oh, it was getting late and the park would be closing soon, it was sunset, with the sun actively setting. Most of us, except for Guide Dog Aunt, saw the green flash! It is ... really not all that green. Just so you know. From the way people talk about it, I was expecting some hugely dramatic instantaneous corona around the sinking sun, flashing green through the air, and only people who are not blinking in that instant will see it. Nope. Instead, you have to be looking right at the bright part of the sinking sun, and just in the few seconds while it is but a silver of light sinking into the horizon, the bright white (this bright light white) part at the center turns green, with darker green edges instead of orange, like someone took your sunset and manipulated the sun in Photoshop. It's still gloriously striking, and lovely, but it's not what I was expecting.

We then went back for dinner and movies. We watched Yes Man and Death at a Funeral. My aunt would like to try DDR sometime. My cousins were not too appreciative of this ambition the last time that they and she were in the vicinity of a DDR machine. JD expressed his total willingness to do DDR with my aunt, as he is unrelated to her and therefore immune from OMG MY MOM IS DOING DDR embarrassment. I liked Death at a Funeral better, even though there is embarrassment squick and immense OH NO THEY DIDN'T, which is more the nature of the setup with the People Behaving Badly than it is necessarily *Fail on the part of the writers. Though I was peering closely at their list of Acceptable Targets.

MissKat pointed me at "Amazing Horse" some time ago, and it has taken on the same sort of importance in our discourse that "I'm On A Boat" once had, and "Spanky! Spanky!" had with certain elements of Support. This means that we shout out-of-context lines at each other (over the phone, in text, on Twitter, in DW and LJ, in IRC) and find it hilarious. We have expanded the hilarity to include (for reasons that made sense at the time and probably make more sense if you consider the cast of Circle of Fire) Mike's Hard Lemonade. (No, fingers, this is not "Mike's Hard Demonade.)

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running, bomb tech

22 tweets for 2009-11-30

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:


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Thanksgiving and its environs

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Also, how Vulcans say "Your Mom"? "Your maternal parent's logic is so frequently in such fundamental error that they have named a fallacy for her." I was giggling all the way home with that and shared it with Twitter first thing.

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My aunt has somewhat of an ongoing feud with the cooking of turkeys. This time, the turkey presumably was thawed, and she and my cousin set to, making a simply enormous bowl of stuffing from cornbread, pecans, some of my cranberries, and other interesting things. Including sweet potatoes! Peeling the sweet potatoes was evidently hilarious to my cousin, in the way that root vegetables sometimes are. ("At least it's not ginger!") Deacon did not get any sweet potato. The internet was cooking. Seanan, true to form, had exploding things. I was tasked to look up turkey cooking times. The stuff I finally found said that it would be four and a half to five and a quarter hours. This disagreed with what was on the turkey packaging, which said it would be about an hour to an hour and a half less. I felt that I was correct.

Mama called. Everybody talked to everybody, and a good time was had. Mama was calling before they headed out to the place of the family friends that we do holidays with, this year at my Virtual Aunt's place rather than Virtual Grandma's. I really do need to call them more often.

It was then time to stuff the turkey. "Turkey fisting time!" I proclaimed, much to my aunt's disgust. My cousin made an entirely-too-accurate fist. There was too much stuffing to fit in the turkey, which was fairly well expected from such a big bowl of it. Suddenly the oven seemed a bit too small.

Instead of doing something like raising the rack and slipping the stuffing under the turkey somewhere, my aunt put it on top. I don't mean put it on the rack above. No. I mean, she balanced the pan of stuffing very carefully on top of the bird itself. I boggled. My cousin boggled. My uncle boggled. Twitter and IRC boggled. My best friend, when I told him about it after the fact, boggled.

The afternoon progressed with mashing of potatoes and stewing of cranberries and swearing at cranberries and OMG PIE.

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My aunt is convinced that I'm nuts.

Not quite four hours after we'd put the turkey in, the alarm on the temperature probe went off. My aunt checked a number of locations around the bird and found that all was well. The stuffing had not fallen off the top of the turkey in the baking process, nor had anything caught fire. We cheered. The pies rolled on.

One thing led to another, and shortly we found that we were running short on time. Grandma's ancient recipe for pumpkin pie hadn't thought to document the oven heat, nor the time. "You should call Mama," my aunt said. "She would know." My aunt persists in believing my mother walks on water. "Mama said they were going to Virtual Aunt's for Thanksgiving," I recalled. "Um. Hmm." I grabbed my netbook and scrambled for some internet. The internet gave me exactly what I needed, and soon I was dialing Alaska. ...And redialing, as I'd used the wrong prefix. Someone in 479 may have gotten a half-second of ring before I realized that I'd needed to dial 455 instead. My Virtual Aunt answered, and between her ("Let me get your mom."), Mama ("I usually look on the can. If I were home I'd have a can.") and Virtual Grandma ("350. An hour at 350, or until it's done.") we got our answer.

My aunt got the pie in the oven and we zoomed off to get the boys, realizing on our way out the door that we had no whipped cream or anything. Emergency phone call ensued. It was a quarter to six, and the Safeway closest to them was closing at six. The boys grabbed their whipped cream, though, and we went on a quick scavenger hunt in the wilds of downtown Pacifica in search of ice cream. My Safeway had closed. The new Walgreens had closed. The 7-11 was still open, though, and two pints of Ben & Jerry's ensued (vanilla and crème brûlée).

There was no gravy, as we'd forgotten this in the shuffle. Oh well! Many hands helped put the salad together. My aunt started slicing the turkey. "Uh... does this look done?"

No. No, it did not look done. It looked almost done. Hooray for the microwave oven. "I don't understand it!" my aunt said. "It was all the way up to temperature. How could it be up to temperature but not be done?"

"You did have that big pan of stuffing ON TOP of it," I pointed out. I totally blame the stuffing. But a turn or two in the microwave got the turkey tasting fully cooked, and there was plenty of salad, and life was good.


I am thankful for my health, my family, and the internet. I am thankful for all the advantages I have. I am thankful for the ocean and the wind and the air. I am thankful for my creativity and skill with words. I am thankful for my best friend. I am thankful for all the wonderful forms of communication that make it possible to maintain a regular schedule of communications with a reticent man more than seven hundred miles away from me, and with all my other wonderful friends around the world, especially including MissKat. I am thankful to have local friends. I am thankful for LiveJournal, and also for Dreamwidth. I am thankful for safe water and fresh food. I am thankful for glasses, for electricity, for Google Reader and YouTube and the time to waste on it. I am thankful for my dear, dear suggestions. I am thankful to have the experience of $DEITY, and the wisdom to know the difference between things I can attempt to prove scientifically, and the things that are mine to believe without evidence because it pleases me to do so, and the ability to make harmony between them. I am thankful for having been taught to think and observe from a very young age, and I am thankful for having the brain that can take advantage of those lessons. I am thankful for so many things.I am thankful I can read.


We eventually rounded out the evening with some Balderdash. My aunt won. We took JD and Ryan home, and my aunt dropped me off. And that was Thanksgiving.

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