Anyway, so Mr. Timelord and I are going to go as a mad scientist (me!) and her fiendish creation for Halloween this year. I wanted an Erlenmeyer flask, and can't find a place in town that would have something like that. So I called this one local party store that has the best Halloween room in town. Bearing in mind the entire store is staffed by a bunch of snooty women - they've been around for decades, and no teenager has ever worked in this store. I think you actually have to be an uptight old broad who looks like they have a lot of money to even apply to work there. This is pointed out just so you know I wasn't talking to some young kid who didn't know any better.
Here was our conversation:
Me - Hi, I'm looking for an Erlenmeyer flask, like a mad scientist would have in their lab.
Clerk - Huh?
Me - Oh, sorry. It's kind of an odd shaped glass container. Sort of like a bottle, but wide at the bottom. Like they use in a lab.
Clerk - No, we don't have no glass bottle thing.
Now, as some of you know I am a grammar nut. I nearly burst into flames. Just had to share. Today's adventure: find an Erlenmeyer flask. Given the intellectual atmosphere of this town, it will probably end up being a road trip.
His text response to this: Witchcraft!
My response to him: Time Lord.
:D :D :D :D
(he didn't get it, but I'm still grinnin')
And I was one of the dorks who voted "one week" for challenges, and here I can't even pull it off. Big dummy.
Anyroad, with that monkey off my back for now, I'm going back to F&W, where my heart is, and continue that story. Things are about to get very interesting, so I want to give it all the focus it deserves and demands right now. Still, feel like I'm standing on the platform watching the train pull out of the station, just a couple seconds too late to get on. :(
Oh well, working on my banners for the Banana Crackeri is much more important than surviving apocalypse. :)
My brother is a ribs guy - makes his own rubs and sauces and they're delicious. I carry a notebook to write down ideas and snippets of dialogue. He has a notebook with recipe ideas and notes on spices. So, tonight, I decided to do a bit of crossover and come up with a rub. As I was raiding my spice cupboard, I had a bit of a giggle and made a rub with a couple ingredients that made me chuckle as I thought of the Doctor. Here it is, in order of how much I used largest to smallest:
Lawry's seasoned salt
Lawry's seasoned pepper
Ginger <-- ha ha these ribs are rude, too.
Rosemary <--- get it? Rose?
(I have come to the conclusion that I need a life. But i'm okay with that.)
The end result of this rub is a nice heat that whispers "burn with me..."
***Before applying the rub, marinate the ribs in the following mixture: 1 cup of apple juice, a whole bunch of yellow mustard, and a dash of soy sauce.***
Cook on slow heat, and add your favorite sauce at the appropriate time. :)
The TARDIS was sitting in a field with its doors open. There were two sleeping bags in the entryway, a small fire burning nearby.
“Rose!” the Doctor shouted. “You’re missing the moonrise!”
At last Rose returned, carrying a plastic bag, a box, and a package. “You’ve shown me a lot of amazing things. It’s my turn.” She jammed a marshmallow onto a stick and put it in his hands. When it caught fire, she blew it out and put it between two pieces of graham with a bit of chocolate. He took a bite and grinned a sticky grin.
My cell phone is all tricked out in Who stuff, from the background to the ringtone to the sound of an incoming message (a Dalek screeching "EXTERMINATE!" - but I'm not a nerd. No.) :) and late last night I kept getting texts from a friend. Mr. Timelord, who was half asleep, mumbled something about "Somebody turn off the Dalek" which was quite hilarious. Might have to write a goofy little something. We'll see.
Anyway, I think my cold is migrating from my head to my chest, which is both good and bad. Not that I'm a fan of coughing, but it is a little easier to breathe through my nose this morning. And I'm STARVING - don't they say 'Feed a cold, starve a fever' or something like that? Hm. Think I'll go feed my cold now.