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This is a placeholder for an entry of some kind that I'll write when I'm not driving to three different 24 hour stores looking for a particular kind of styrofoam cup for my mother, goddamn.

ETA: CUPS FINALLY FOUND, SERIOUSLY, GODDAMN. Apparently, they needed to be both the kind that holds hot liquids (doable) and not clash with the planned event's color scheme (hoo boy). apparently there is a lack of basic white styrofoam cups in my general vicinity. I wonder why.

Anyway. I am tired and cranky, so there is not too much in me to write an entry tonight. Instead, I am going to post some links. All of them are food related because I didn't eat dinner tonight, and it is sort of on my mind.

Summer love and honeysuckle sorbet from Crook's Corner - A story of honeysuckle sorbet! Which I have intended to try and make myself for over a year now; I left it too long last year. I have sort of built it up in my mind, so I hope it doesn't disappoint, but I do love honeysuckle, invasive weed status notwithstanding. Summer isn't summer without the smell of honeysuckle on a hot, still night.

The Little Library Cafe - Blogger posts recipes about foods inspired by books she's read, some childhood and some other.

How to Cook the Perfect... - I stumbled onto this from something Flidget had linked me to in the Guardian, probably about Tom Daley. A series on cooking the perfect-- well, whatever it is they're featuring.

Say Hello to the Pineberry, the White Strawberry That Tastes Like a Pineapple - These are funny looking. I MUST TRY THEM.

15 Beautiful Cakes That Will Inspire You to Be a Bigger Asshole - These just made made laugh.

The Best Food Books of 2015 - Food books are my not so secret vice. I just like reading about food and cooking. Some interesting picks in here.

A Renegade Muscles In on Mister Softee’s Turf and Ice-Cream Man Attacks Pretzel Seller With Bat in a Street-Vendor Turf War. New York continues to be late to the bat-wielding homicidal ice cream man hijinks. WE HAD THAT SHIT COVERED IN MARYLAND LONG AGO. But seriously, I had to reread both articles to make sure Fred hadn't expanded his empire to new York, because that wouldn't have surprised me at all. (For those late to the party, the previous linked tag should explain it-- Fred the Homicidal Ice Cream Man is a figure who looms large in my journal over these many years. I haven't seen him yet this year, but I haven't been to the pool yet, so that would explain it.

Added three new songs to the music post, including the much-vaunted boomerang song. You can go to the post, or just click the cut.

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You know, 23 is a non-entity sort of age to turn. It's not even really numerically symmetrical or significant, like 22 or 24. But I imagine it will be interesting.

We had a long discussion today about the milestones of birthdays and were trying to pick out the highlights. We ended up with 13 (official teenager), 16 (presumable zenith of puberty, driving), 18 (vote, buy porn, get drafted, get sent to jail as an adult), 21 (drink), and 25 (rent a car) as the major players.

There was some argument about 17 replacing 16 for the fact that a lot of states go for 17 over 16 in terms of driving licenses, as well as getting into R-rated movies. But as long as "sweet sixteen" remains in the lexicon, I suppose it still wins out.

I can bitch about airports and Academy Awards later. For now, have some links that've been keeping me amused.

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And now I try to get back to a regular sleeping schedule. Good night, and much luck to my belovedest roommate, who is caught in the iron jaws of midterms. Ha fucking ha, I say. (And also much love. Love with mocking laughter, which is admittedly the most common kind that exists between us.)

I've been planning an entry for days, collecting fun links and recs, coding AIM, uploading pic posts, creating polls, finishing surveys, filling out memes, and incoherently ranting about emotions-- but I really need to be in bed because I'm supposed to be up in five hours having ashes smeared on my forehead and then having my chest X-rayed. But I also really need to post a link.

Do you like ice skating? Do you like gay cowboys? Do you like gay ice skating cowboys?

'Cos if you do, you should totally watch this.

I've no idea where it's from, but it's goddamn fantastic. And now I'm going to bed. Although if you like, you can leave a comment naming a character or pairing that I'll blather the first thing that comes to my mind about it. I've seen this meme on about ten different ljs, so no one in specific I'm snagging it from. Also, I really want to do the Broccoli Test.

Oh, and happy late Fat Tuesday and hello, Lent. It just isn't the tail-end of winter without your forty days of crushing guilt and your meatless, fasting ways.

I have been sick like a sick thing for the past few days, but am pushing valiantly through it to spend time with Louise-- and wondering madly where the hell I hid her present, 'cos I need to wrap it and it is nowhere to be found. You would think a box containing lingerie made of candy would be hard to displace, but no.

Also, you know, Happy New Year to everyone, although I am late in saying so, again because of sickness. It is patently unfair to be vomiting your guts out on New Year's Day and not have the cause be alcohol-related. Same resolutions as ever-- write more, write better, link previous two items, be less of a cocktard, find interesting job-related items to mention, keep a saner sleeping schedule, exercise, don't eat spiders. In general, improve self.

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A link for flidgetjerome: Woman Weds Dolphin. No news yet on whether Rick Santorum has given his opinion.

Also, rock on, Redskins. And now, off to have another go at finding Louise's present. Everything else later.

Man, everyone I know seems to be sick, and I'm no exception. I think I've thrown up lunch, breakfast, last night's dinner, and probably a few other people's meals as well. I certainly don't remember eating some of which came up. And I know there's a law out there somewhere-- possibly in one of the footnote bits on the Constitution-- about how it's illegal for your body to have a virus and a period at the same time. Unfortunately, my body is not respecting the authority of the Constitution, an issue that will surely be dealt with in the future.

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Someday, I shall breed Tim Burton and Neil Gaiman-- although it seems a bit incestuous, and actually I've never seem them in a room together at the same time, much like Superman and Clark Kent so this is a theory worth following up on-- and their dark-coat-wearing, dark-rumple-haired spawn shall write and direct the creepiest screenplay about childhood ever. Stephen King will proofread it, although he will not be a part of the breeding process.

And then I shall rule the world.

I've been watching Revenge of the Sith, and wanting to write stupid little bits for it, based on themes I can't possibly carry out. I can't even identify tarot cards, let alone write a complicated piece around them. And I keep thinking that on Padme's Cause of Death form, that they should just write "patient died of massive plot device arrest."

twigcollins shocked me good, so I have to throw in the rest of the conversation we had. This won't make any sense if you don't read hers first, and follow the links in her post.

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I could have also talked about the wedding I was at today, but I think that would bore people. I spent most of the time in a corner with some guy I didn't know, because our parents left us together and we were both too polite and formal clothing-hindered to ditch each other easily. After we ran out of talk about college and lifeguarding and radio stations, we stared at each other across the elaborate flower arrangement.

HIM: So... you wanna see if we can get the bartender to make drinks that don't exist?

ME: Would I!

And thanks to the open bar, a happy evening was had by all.

I can never sleep again now, because I'm afraid I'll wake up in the land of the spring onions. Thanks, kadrin. Thanks a whole lot. My God, but Croconion is evil. Or trying to seduce Dogtato-kun, I can't quite tell. But getting away from Japanese animated children's shows focused on animal-vegetable hybrids and their love lifes!

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My aunt sent me pictures of my Tiny Cousins. They may have to make an appearance here. Cuter than a rookery of penguin chicks. I am plotting something, a sort of half fic and half meme thing. It's rather fun.