Monthly Archive for November, 2005

Time to smile on tuesday

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Some things keeping me entertained today:
from BoingBoing:

Super Mario on the Marimba

Pat Robertson, Satanist

The Fatal Consequences of Masturbation

FSM Dildo Cozy

From Serra:

Yoda T-shirt

FOR MEEEE! (just came in today)

Beaker T-shirt

Special request

OK, this is a little late for thanksgiving stuff, but it is the holiday season. And I want you favorite holiday recipes! Side dishes, main dishes, appetizers, DRINKS and WHATEVER it is that you throw together for your favorite holiday tradition. Post it on my recipe site (if you are a member) or email it to me at evilsciencechick (at) gmail (dot) com and I’ll post it. My favs will be posted at my much neglected “recipe of the day” on my sidebar.

Mondays

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on Monday, November 21, 2005
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Ugh. It’s monday and I’m cranky. Because it’s monday. At least it’s a short week!

Because I’m cranky, I shall present:

COMMERCIALS THAT IRRITATE ME

I post them here, because Kev is sick of me bitching about them at home.

#1. The metrosexual cavemen geico commerical.

God, I hate this one. When it was just a cavemen light guy off scene stomping away, fine. But having pseudo gay caveman pitching a little bitch-fit at a restaurant, and giving that pissy-faced look…UGH. I HATE THAT COMMERCIAL! AND GEICO IS EXPENSIVE INSURANCE! QUIT SAYING THAT YOU’LL SAVE MONEY, YOU WON’T!

#2. The TGIFridays “who’s watching the kids” commercial.

This is where the guy is out with his buddies at TGIFridays (a popular man hangout, of course. you know how much men love fried cheesesticks with their beer) and he hears laughter, looks over, and recognizes his wife out with HER friends, and then the two of them see their kids at another table, enjoying some lovely deep-fried food with grandma and grandpa. WHAT FUN! except that when he confronts his wife, he doesn’t even let her finish her sentence before he demands “who’s watching the kids???” Oh my god, your wife got out of the house to have fun with her friends? IT’S THE END OF SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT! If I were her, I would have said “well, I just left them alone with a shotgun, a book of matches, and a six-pack of bud. FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!”

ummm…I’m sure there are other commercials I hate, but I can’t think of any specific. All the quizno’s commercials featuring Bob, the talking, apparently chain smoking, baby. If I think of any more, I’ll post them.

Any of you have commercials that grate on your very being so much that the souls in hell cry out in anguish even louder because of them?

ps: I am much cheered up by this website I found the other day. HAHAHAHA! Probably only funny for knitters and fashionistas.

getting the run-around

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on Sunday, November 20, 2005
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silk mohair blend scarf
baby alpaca/silk blend from knit picks, slowly being made into a moss stitch scarf for my brother.

This morning I got up and worked out. Ugh. Because I was lazy and also because of a Stitch and Bitch I (finally!) attended on thursday, I worked out Friday, too. I hate working out two days in a row. My legs hurt.Came home, ate, showered, and headed north of the city with Kev for a day out. What did we do?
- put air in Kev’s tires (literally. that’s not a weirdo euphamism for sex, or anything)

- look at engagement rings at Shane company

- stopped quickly at CostCo, but didn’t buy anything. dammit, doesn’t anyone sell good quality chocolate in bulk? I have christmas candy to make!

- walked around discover mills - an outlet mall. again, no shopping, because we didn’t have a lot of time before…

- Harry Potter. Good. Abridged, but good. I always say the same thing about the Harry Potter movies: they are better when you’ve read the book. Then the gaps and leaps they make in the film are already filled in by your brain. And to all the people that bitch about the changes, the 4th book contained over two movies worth of stuff. So quit yer bitchin’, they did good. I actually teared up when Cedric died. Shut up! I did! I’m not ashamed!

- ate Thai food at a new place for us. mmmm…guess what I got? NOODLES! Thick rice noodles with chicken, broccoli, and thai basil in a spicy sauce, served on bed of lettuce and tomatoes. Sooooo good. and Coconut soup. Orgasm in a bowl.

- ran to wal-mart. I KNOW, I KNOW! I am too damn poor to indulge my self-righteous indignation. and we needed cereal and kitchen spray. I also picked up some funky furry yarn, because my mother asked me if I could make a scarf for my brother’s girlfriend. Whom I’ve met once. Something purple. Oooookay. I’ll make it on big needles and it should go quickly.

so that’s it. not so exciting.

what?

what? go back a bit? ummm…the Harry Potter movie? I said I liked it, I don’t know what else I can say…

earlier than that, huh? Hmmmm…the bit about bulk chocolate? I make truffles…oh. no?

earlier…working out? after that. huh.

ohhhhhh…the RING shopping? well why didn’t you say so???

Yeah, that was fun. I found one I liked.

Welllll….I’m not going into TOO much detail, because WHO KNOWS if that’s the one I’ll actually end up with.

3 stone - two blue saffires and a diamond. oval cut. not big, not tiny. just right.

white gold.

very pretty.

we’ll see.

*fingers crossed*

know the facts about SRI

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on Friday, November 18, 2005
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So I just read something over at Ed and Sue’s site about a Sex Related Injury - hehehee…friction blister. nice going Ed!

And Sloth shared with us that she recently sprained an ankle during sex, though she refuses to go in to any detail, freeing us to wildly speculate. I’m thinking it involved a riding saddle, a leaf blower, and 3 lbs of melted chocolate. Awesome.

I can’t say that we’ve ever had any SRI so exciting that it required medical attention.

Not that Kev and I are immune to those oh so fun little injuries at oh so inopportune moments.

Kev probably gets the lionshare of injuries…I tend to be a little clumsy and unconcerned where my elbows, knees flail…or where my fingernails scratch during sex. Adding that to the fact that Kev likes to surprise me with a tickle or hickie…

Yeah, he gets a surprise elbow in the head sometimes. Serves him right for nibbling my side - I’m very ticklish!

And I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s ever done this, and I SWEAR it was an accident…

but blow jobs can be dangerous! there are teeth in there! Teeth! Put in close proximity a sensitive area!

yeah. nipped the head a bit once. but it only bled a little! and it healed quickly! only a few days!

killed the mood fairly quickly.

Did you hear that? The collective shrinking of a hundred balls? That’s all the guys reading my blog right now. sorry about that. let me assure you that that incident has not dampened Kev’s enthusiam for receiving blow jobs ONE BIT!

I am not immune to SRIs.

Kev is a biter. I’ve had lots of bruises and bite marks, though he’s never drawn blood. I’ve whacked my head against the headboard more times than I can count.

A few months ago, though, Kev was kindly finishing me off with a couple of helping fingers…vigorously. And at one point…he…missed. he went up…a little. There’s some kind of bone there…and very thin, senstive skin. and his nail…

Ouch. Yeah, there was blood, a surprising amount. And pain. And what had been gloriously building up inside me died very quickly. I’m still nervous about fingers now…eesh!

SO! I shared a few, now I’m thowing it out there. Share your fun SRI stories here! I KNOW you have them!

pics and pokes

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on Thursday, November 17, 2005
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Here is the chullo hat, pre-shrinking.

too big!

Yeah, you can see that it’s a little big. It’s better now. Maybe I’ll get a pic of that tonight.

I managed not to embarass myself last night at choir practice. Actually, I just stayed a little afterwards to go over with the director. He played the piano and I tried to keep up. After a few false starts, I managed to hold my own. I’m amazed that my sound is still good. My chops are still week, so I’m sputtering a bit. I’ll just have to practice…hehehe…my neighbors are going to be PISSED!

For fun, here are some pics from the other night when I got out my trombone to freak out Sadie.

I fooled her a couple of time into coming close, and then letting out a big blast. She caught on quickly, and then REFUSED to come any closer than this.

what the f*ck is that?

poke!

She was so happy when I put it away! Please no more, mommy!

extreme closeup