| Om nom nom nom |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|12:38 pm] |
I saw an interview with Cookie monster , explaining the origin of ONomNomNom. He asked why he not see royalties for this.
And last night, it occurred to me to set up a website so people can pay the royalty fee (which I am arbitrarily setting at $.05), which would go to a food based charitable organization. The thing is, while setting up a paypal button and a website (www.omnomnomnom.com is, near as i can tell, not taken), would be a trivial effort, I would have to administer it. It would be so much easier if the money were to go directly to Second Harvest food bank. Or some such.
Hmph. Research must continue. |
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| Waiting |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|01:49 pm] |
Wait for it to come
water anticipating
recedes from the shore |
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| The Greatest RPG Of All Time |
[Sep. 17th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
And it is Mine.
I recently traded two gallon bags more or less full of HeroClix figures for whatever credit I could get at the FLGS (Gamma Ray Games). And with that credit, after some searching, discovered they have copies of the greatest RPG of All TIme. I refer, of course, to The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. I bought this in the original print version, 10 years ago. And then lost it. And now i have it again.
So.
Who wants to play? |
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| i have a Job. |
[Aug. 16th, 2009|09:56 am] |
I start monday.
This is in addition to, not instead of, my freelance work, which I will be starting today. I take my table to the studio at noon, talk to A. about rent and access issues (with the new, full time job, i will be less available for freelancing, and therefore need the space less often) and then have a one o'clock appointment.
Officially, the going has gotten wyrd. Yes, again.
If you are so inclined, check out my website at www.handsthathear.com. Feel free to criticize and critique everything (except the model, she is a hottie).
Tomorrow, I toe the line and do the corporate shuffle. Today, I go to Donut Church Service (...give us this day our daily bread, deep fried and covered sugar glaze...). |
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| Other Family Thoughts |
[Aug. 10th, 2009|09:34 pm] |
Thursday, i flew back to Seattle from San Diego, after spending four days with my immediate family. That is, all three older brothers, all three sisters in law, five of the seven children (my oldest brothers daughter is in India having adventures, my daughter had a conflict of plans) and my parents. We all were camping in the high Sierras, near Muir Woods.
I saw a bear. And another bear. And then another bear. And then the second bear, a second time. It was cool as hell.
I saw the worlds largest living thing, General Sherman (the Tree). Too many tourists, not being respectful. But it was still big freaking tree.
I hiked with my brothers, sisters in law, nephews. Shared experiences, building stronger bonds.
I slept on the ground, and discovered that my sleeping bag is too small.
The tent was nice, though.
I got to ask my nephew, Steve, which one of us was smoking crack, as he pointed out to me where he thought I should set up my tent (and it was both of us, as the place he pointed out was not where i set it up, but the place he suggested was only slightly better).
I got advice from all of my brothers in turn.
My parents have been married, to each other, for fifty years. In a row.
I was married for seven.
I find the former accomplishment remarkable.
I was asked to give the first toast. In a nutshell, i told my folks that the most important lesson i have ever learned from them is innate in how they look at one another, every day.
It is unlikely that we will ever all be able to go camping like this again. Kind of sad, as I grew up doing this kind of camping. My first camping trip was when i was about six months old. Granted, i did not have to do much.
My first words were spoken on a camping trip ("Mom, Chris pushed me down.")
I did not buy the right food for my trip. too many bagels. Too much meat. Not enough yogurt.
i am still making sense of it all. |
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| Single |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|10:26 am] |
I am single, now. Again.
I am going to California for a week on Thursday morning, for a family reunion.
I am looking for work (either for someone else, or on my own), of a massage nature.
Things are changing, the way they always do. |
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| Finally |
[Jun. 19th, 2009|09:54 pm] |
As of today, i am licensed by the State of Washington as a Massage Practitioner. This is the culmination of ten months of working, saving, spending, testing and basically jumping through hoops.
I could bitch about how hard it was to do, or i could Woot it up because it is finally done. Not a tough choice.
Now, i just need to get a Massage Job. |
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| Feast |
[Jun. 3rd, 2009|04:50 pm] |
I often speculate that Eris is the Goddess of Feast and Famine.
Ten months, i have been here. Ten months since i did my last legal paid massage.
And i now have A job. Temp job, but still. Delivering ink for Cartridge world (thanks to my Beloved). The only down side is i have to wear pants. well, shorts, but still. No kilts allowed.
And. I got a call from a very very nice woman at the Wa DoH. The only thing left in my license process is the background check. Which she said they will do, today. So...! I may have a license by the end of the week.
I got a haircut, with eyebrow trim, to celebrate. Side note, I am terrified of razors. Not too fond of sharp scissors. I mean, I don't freak out and run and hide when I see them (most of the time) but i am noticeably uncomfortable around such things. And having a strange (albeit cute) woman waving razor sharp implements of destruction at my eyes is not the thing that makes me happy. Except, i asked her too. And every time i see my father's eyebrow in the mirror, i know it is something i must face again.
I also visited Gamma Ray Games. A bit sparse, but nothing unexpected for day one. And, clearly they know what they are doing; There is a shower and bathtub upstairs (I begged him to keep it).
Going out dancing tonight. Starting work tomorrow. Must shower now. Black Holes and Revelations. |
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| Underwear |
[Jun. 2nd, 2009|08:14 pm] |
C "You really are a guy, even though you don't wear underpants."
D "Because I am a guy, I don't wear underpants." |
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| Progress |
[Jun. 1st, 2009|05:44 pm] |
I called the state Department of Health, today. Talked to a very nice person. She looked at my records, and determined two things. One, they have the wrong social security number (which she is going to fix; it is a simple typo, a 4 for a 9 (and no, it is not my handwriting come back to bite me; I sent all my information in typed as well as handwritten)). And the only thing remaining is my background check.
Everything else is done.
So.. yah. Progress, FTW! |
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| Bills |
[May. 29th, 2009|09:33 am] |
coffee borrows sleep
from the slightly older self
bills that must be paid |
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| fe3d6 |
[May. 22nd, 2009|10:13 pm] |
cast iron dice.
Really, what more can i say about these?
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| Pants O'Clock |
[May. 22nd, 2009|10:29 am] |
18 days without pants.
No pants in sight.
Spring has come. |
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| Slutty Garlic Chicken |
[May. 18th, 2009|07:11 pm] |
Turn on the oven. 350 degrees should do it.
Take one bulb of garlic. pull apart and remove the skin from all the cloves.
Place garlic at the bottom on a Cast Iron Wok. Cover with Olive oil, then add some more so the sides of the wok are covered. Add about a teaspoon of salt.
Place four chicken thighs in the oil and garlic, and swish around so they are all covered in oil. Then moved to the sides of the wok.
Place in the oven. Cover with a heavy lid. Or, a round cookie sheet with a cast iron skillet on top.
Go surf the internet for about forty five minutes.
Take one loaf of rosemary sourdough bread. Slice.
Take the wok from the oven. Turn the temperature down to about 200.
Remove the chicken and set aside.
There will be a mixture of garlic, olive oil and chicken at the bottom of the wok; using an implement of destruction, crush it like the hopes of a 13 year old nerd.
With spoon, spread this on the bread slices.
put them in the oven. Leave them there for five minutes or so.
Slice and boil four russet potatoes.
when soft, drain, and then mash them up like gnarls barkley and peter gabriel .
add some garlic olive oil to the potatoes. Whisk them around like a really whiskey thing drunken scotsman surrounded by other drunken scotsman.
Serves two. |
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| Food. |
[May. 16th, 2009|02:36 pm] |
Pupusa's. At Guanacos. Ate there on Thursday night, due to a strange conjunction of planets, busses, email and cell phones.
Yum. Seriously. Made entirely of inexpensive medical grade awesome.
The long version? imagine a corn tortilla, but before it is cooked, stuff it with cheese, herbs, beans, spices and or meat. Then fry it. And then eat it. And eat another one, because they are cheap and they are wonderful. It is a Salvadoran delicacy (as is my Beloved), which is why this is the second time i have experienced such a thing (the first was home made at my Beloved's sisters house).
Apparently, they also have a 'rice' version. This is, as yet, unknown to me. But still, Yum.
Edit: The first time i experienced Pupusa's was at her sisters house. Not the first time i experienced my Beloved Salvadoran Delicacy.
Get your mind out of the gutter. :=) |
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| Sunshine |
[May. 10th, 2009|10:17 am] |
It is a lovely sunny day in Spring in Seattle.
Why am i still inside?
Possibly because I have not yet gotten dressed. |
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| Goodbye, WoW |
[Apr. 21st, 2009|03:21 pm] |
I have been playing World of Warcraft since it was released. I started with a Dwarf Hunter, and i liked it. Played with friends, got my step daughter involved, bought the expansion, the whole thing. Now, though... I have no money, for this. And more to the point, i have no time. I have not logged in at all in over a week, and even when I do... there is nothing there for me, right now.
I am getting into a D&D tabletop game, at the Center. I am making new friends in Seattle, and finding books to read, or re read. It is a gorgeous sunny day, and i am going to take a water bottle and a book to the park, and read before i go meet a friend for Coffee.
I may return, someday. It is still a great game, for what it is. Just.. not the game i want to play. |
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| Graces |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|03:28 pm] |
So, the only bit of information I am missing for my Massage License in Washington is the number for my massage License in Redwood City. Since i do not have the license itself, i had to call the police in RWC (who did not answer) and the Massage Envy where i worked. At the ME, i had to ask the assistant manager who I did not always see eye to eye with, to look into the files and get the information for me. I was not, shall we say, totally optimistic.
And i was wrong, for she just called me back, and gave me every bit of information on the old license. Which is a pretty huge and unexpected favor.
Now, to put it all together and send it off.
Woot! |
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| Update |
[Apr. 18th, 2009|12:26 pm] |
Drew reminded me (though not necessarily intentionally) that i have not commented on my massage stuff lately.
The apprenticeship process is over, the test is taken, the application is filled out. Everything is in place. Now, all i have to do is submit it, and pay the fee, and wait. That will happen, more or less, today.
The fee. Yah. I hate begging for work. It is the... least enjoyable part of being a massage therapist, to me. The marketing, the salesmanship. When I was working for someone else (Massage Envy, Hazel, AltHealth) the thing I really liked was that I got to do the parts I really enjoyed (massage) and let someone else do the parts I do not enjoy (marketing, sales, laundry). I did not, of course, make as much money or have as much freedom to work as i do when I am freelancing (or, rather, ReasonablyPricedLancing), but it is worth it to me. Still, right now, that is where I am, working for me, at rates I set and with an advertising and marketing budget i define. And it is not as though I cannot do it. I have and i will again. I just acknowledge it is not as much the good part, for me, as having muscles melt beneath my hands, feeling a person start to feel better because of what I do, knowing i have made a difference, in a positive way, in someone's life.
So. If you are in the mood for a massage, drop me a line. Still open to barter, for scotch or jewelry or green coffee, or something I want that i do not know I want. |
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