Rainy Day Music

This song and video are the cutest.





Trying to find the motivation to do homework today. Still struggling with ideas for the technical manual I have to write. Can't seem to get off the idea of writing The Clueless Person's Guide to Thrifting - it's not exactly technical, is it? Any ideas out there, I'd love to hear them.

Hello, IT?

OMG OMG OMG I need to learn how to do cross-stitch or needle point or whatever this is, just so I can steal this idea and make one for myself!




I found this on www.reddit.com... my new obsession. Also, this will make no sense to you unless you have seen The IT Crowd. Please see The IT Crowd. Please. Don't do it for me... do it for you :)

Here, I'll even introduce you... meet Roy, Moss and Jen:



You're welcome!

Sigh...

Nothing. Just... sigh.

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'Stache.

There really should be more people like this walking around.

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Look at him! All making the world a better place and shit. I love you, moustache man.

Look at me still talking when there's Science to do.

I'm not a gamer. My boyfriend goes on gaming binges every now and then. While he was home in St. John's visiting his family last week, he found out about a game called Portal. I guess it's pretty rad and popular among gamers. If I played video games, I'm sure I'd give a toss.

What I DO give a toss about is the Portal "Still Alive" song! I'm sure I'd love it even more if I knew what all of the game-related references in the song meant. My boyfriend has explained some of them to me which has made it even better. The truth is, I loved it the first time I heard it and didn't know what most of it meant. I think that means it must be brilliant :)

Check it out:



I am aware that liking this despite the fact that I don't even really get it makes me the worst kind of geek... the kind of geek that geeks think is a geek. But I don't care, you know why? Because today I read The Complete Guide to Not Giving a Fuck. I know how that sounds... but really, I can't recommend it enough!

PS - This is the guy who wrote the song. Is it weird that I'm so crushing on him right now?

The Long and Short of It.

I'm probably going to cut my hair again, despite the fact that I've been trying to grow it out. I think I have to accept that I just don't have the patience to endure the in-between stage.



This photo by Lindsay Gray makes me all swoony and daydreamy...

Confession...

image by me!

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Heston Blumenthal is a "molecular gastronomist" -- he's a food wizard/scientist and world-renowned chef. Which of course means he has a number of TV shows. Brilliant TV shows, I might add. If you like cooking shows and you like things that are AWESOME then you just need to google and youtube everything Heston Blumenthal-related and see what I mean.

His first series, In Search of Perfection, has the best opening theme EVER.





(Yeah I know... I could be sharing a clip from one of Heston's brilliant shows and here I am posting the opening theme instead. It is amazing though, right?! Consider it an appetizer!)

Plum Happy!

I developed Oral Allergy Syndrome (OAS) in my late teens. I literally woke up one day and said a desperately teary goodbye to apples, cherries, plums, peaches, pears, and nectarines. My doctor prescribed me an epipen, and I've longed for this allergy to leave me nearly every day since.

Over the years, I've learned to not give these luscious fruits a second glance. Why do that to myself? But while grocery shopping yesterday, I spied a particularly enticing heap of deep red and burgundy coloured plums, just begging me to take a juicy bite. Since I seem to have grown out of some of my other allergies -- I was at one time deathly allergic to cats, and literally woke up one day a few years ago to find that was no longer the case... YAY! -- I decided that it was time to test my OAS.



And so, yesterday I ate this very plum (after photographing it). It was delicious. And I did not have a reaction!

Celebrate good times, come on!

Gross/Yummy?

First, let me just say Happy Election Day! C and I are just about to head out up the street to cast our votes. Apparently, he and I are voting differently this time! It's going to be a close and exciting one, I'm anxious to see how it all plays out.

But I don't want to get political on you today. What I want to do is to share something much more controversial with you.



This is a grilled poutine sandwich. I shit you not. I found it here, at a blog called The Grilled Cheese Social, along with a recipe and a tutorial on how to prepare it.

My first thought when I saw this was "WOW. That's really SOMETHING." While I admit it is something of a sandwich freakshow, I must confess, I want to taste it. I don't think I want to consume it in its entirety... I just want a bite. I was sure that C would feel the same way, but his reaction when I showed it to him was one of utter revulsion.

Apparently, we are divided on more than just politics.

A Letter to the First of May

Dear Spring on the first day of May,

I'm now officially concerned about you. At first, I thought you were only having a little difficulty emerging this year. We all have it rough sometimes, and I would never hold it against you if you just aren't feeling up to it. I don't want to put pressure on you, but you are needed. The first of May has come, and there are still no leaves on the trees. The magnolia up the street is beginning to bloom despite that, and looks cheerless and forlorn. It seems to be the very representation of your state.

Are you in mourning, dear Spring? Is it the earthquake in Japan, or the tornadoes in the U.S., or are you still reeling from the oil spill last year? It's okay if you are. I totally understand. I am still grateful for the removal of Winter's chill, even if you don't have the energy to radiate your typical light and warmth. My main concern is that Summer needs your permission to take over next month, and I'm wondering if you will be there to hand her the reigns.

When you hear sighs of frustration, please know that it's only because I miss you. On the days when you do make an appearance, I am so glad to have you that all of the recent dreariness is forgotten. There is still time, dear Spring! Please come and stay for a bit.

Sincerely,
Shelley.