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Jonathan: I know what this is. This is a live action remake of "The Emperor's New Groove".

Trailer: I'm going to build her a green house.

Jonathan: How can he build her a green house? He can't. He has little llama hooves.

Trailer: Insert angsty line here

Jonathan: The title of this film isn't Beastly, it's Llama Face.
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Every Wednesday our group of friends gather to spend the evening bullshitting and playing board games.

Jonathan decided to stay home. These sessions last a little too late for his liking, and result in him spending the next day at work exhausted.

Later in the evening Jonathan receives a message from Skip. He is going to stop by our place, to drop off a package.

He isn't staying that long at game night.

Now, Skip is a man who will be late to his own funeral. Hell, he was almost late for his own wedding. If you want him to show up at an event that takes place at 8pm, tell him it starts at 4pm.

Jonathan is not new to this information.

So Jonathan waits. And he waits. And he waits.

I eventually go to bed.

Around midnight I waken to the rustling of the sheets as Jonathan climbs into bed.

"Did Skip stop by? I didn't even hear him."

A pause.

"No, he sent me a message he wasn't feel too well so he is heading home instead."


This morning, Jonathan slept through his alarm clock. Both alarms.

He ended up being late for work.

I asked him if this was irony. Neither of us know, neither of us have known since 1996 when Ms. Morissette sang to us about the subject.

But Jonathan does know if he had just gone to game night, he would still be exhausted. But he would be at work on time today and have the package Skip was going to deliver.

Lessons learned.
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Don't let those watery doe eyes fool you. This Alpaca has blood lust.




Tenatively, I reach out in friendship to stroke the angel fart soft Alpaca.



It lures me in. "Why hello fleshy, I mean, friendly human. Yes, come closer. Stroke me. That's it..."





It goes in for the kill, slowly but viciously attacking my forearm. It caught me by surprise, but I am pretty certain this is what my "Facing Death" face will look like.




I manage to pry myself from it's Jaws of Tickly Death. But it had tasted my sweet A positive blood. And it wanted more.






So I succumb. My photographer, Jonathan, managed to pry me away saving most of my left arm. Good thing I am a quarter Lizard and able to regenerate at will. He asked, "Why did you just let it consume 2/3 of your left arm?"

I replied, "Because it was so soft."


That Alpaca has a taste of my blood now. Like the crocodile to Captain Hook, it will hunt me for the rest of my days until it gets the rest of me. I say bring it. Not because I am looking for a fight. But, if I have to die, I want to be eaten alive by an Alpaca. It truly would be the softest way to die.


FIN
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* I decided to check my email before going to bed last night. This was a good idea. I received an email from a publisher letting me know the piece I submitted many moons ago will be including in an anthology.

I've been published before. But this will be the first time in a physical book with an ISBN and everything.

Right now I am working on a brief bio to send to the publisher, plus some paperwork I need to review and sign and that what not.

I really have Jonathan to thank for this. He was the one who pushed me to submit my piece in the first place.




* I am participating in NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. Thirty days in November to write a 50,000 word novel.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/

I still have no idea what my novel will be about. I guess that adds to the fun of the experience.




* Only a few more days until Halloween. This year I am dressing up as a Dia de los Muertos lady, aka "A chick with a painted skeleton face in fancy dress with roses in her hair".
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* I have a little less than three months to knit seven feet of scarf. It's a Ravenclaw scarf I am making as a Winter Capitalism Day present. I have made one "Harry Potter" scarf before. It took forever, but only because I grew bored of the pattern,very repetitive. Also the World Cup was on at the time and made for much better entertainment. This time will be different. If only because I really want to finish this scarf before WCD. The giftee and I are to go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter in December, and I thought this would make the perfect gift for that event.

Anyway, that scarf and a number of other crafts are on my list of stuff that needs to get made by December.



* OMG, Pumpkin mochi recipe! I need this in my life by yesterday. Posting recipe here in the horrible off chance it is taken down before I get a chance to make it this season.

Pumpkin Mochi
Ingredients
29 oz can Pumpkin puree
14 oz can Sweetened condensed milk
1 Cup of butter melted
4 Eggs, beaten
2 tsp Vanilla
1 lb box Mochiko-sweet rice flour
2 Cups Sugar
2 tsp Baking powder
1 1/2 tsp Pumpkin pie spice
1/2 tsp Cinnamon

1. In a medium bowl mix mochiko flour, baking powder, pumpkin pie spice, and cinnamon.

2. In a large bowl mix all the other ingredients. Then add the dry ingredients.

3. Pour into a greased 13 by 9 inch baking dish.

4. Bake at 375 for one hour. Let cool. Done.
Source
http://zakkalife.blogspot.com/2008/09/pumpkin-mochi-recipe.html


* After a talk with Jonathan, I realized I overreacted the other day about giving up on writing and drawing as forms of employment for myself. I had come to the decision that for the time being, I need to get a job that involves leaving the house and seeing people on a regular basis. I thought by accepting this reality, it meant I should give up on writing and drawing as nothing more than hobbies. That by needing to leave the house, I had failed at "making it" as a writer and artist. But that is wrong. I know that now. So the job hunt begins. And who knows, maybe if I am able to get a job, this will lead to more inspiration, more writing and more drawing.
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1.)


29 miles/47 km down, 241 miles/388 km to go. I am surprised by how easy it is to get 6 miles/9 km of walking done during the day.

2.) I'm working on some ATC (Artist Trading Cards) to bring for swap at Dragon*Con. (There is an ATC panel and swap that occurs.)

http://community.livejournal.com/dragoncon/2373502.html

Any suggestions as to what I should draw are greatly appreciated. If it helps, I am focusing on geek centric subjects. (Star Trek, Star Wars, Stan Lee, The Guild, LOST, et cetera.) I promise to scan them in and post before I trade them.

I'm a little nervous. What if no one wants to swap with me? Or worse, what if it is only a pity swap?

I know, I know, stop thinking and just draw.

3.) I'm learning how to crochet granny squares. For his Hannukah present I am making Yonatan an 8 bit afghan. The granny squares will act as pixels and I will "draw" the 8 bit drawing out with them. It's going to take a lot of granny squares. This should be interesting.
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http://weeklyworldnews.com/headlines/17921/guatemala-sinkhole/


Jonathan: That does not look like a sinkhole. It seems way too regular down the sides.

Me: I don't know what's going on, but it's impressive

Jonathan: Silurians?

Me: What is a Silurian?

Jonathan: The Homo-Reptillians

Me: Wait did you just pull a Doctor Who reference on me?

Jonathan: Yep

Me:  Well done

Jonathan:  ::bows::

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* Yes, I am using The Weekly World News as the source. Well, it has the eighth highest circulation in the whole wide world.

Yesterday,

Apr. 6th, 2010 07:09 am
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on his way to work,

one of Jonathan's co workers

pulled his car to the side of the road,

stuck a pistol in his mouth,

and killed himself.

No one knows why.

But rumours floated around.

Whispers of miscarriages and cancer.

So many questions and no concrete answers.
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Yesterday, we attended Temple Israel's Jewish Culture and Food Festival.

The man serving our Carnegie Deli corned beef is a current city commissioner that has Jonathan's father's old office.

While he piled our corned beef sandwich high, he told us a tale about Dr. B and his office.

Dr. B, Jonathan's father, served as a city commissioner for Tallahassee. He was passionate about civic duty, and loved Tallahassee. He did everything in his power to make it the best city it could be.

Right after he passed away in spring of 2002, something odd started to happen. The door to his office would open. There was no explanation as to why this was happening. The door fit perfectly into its frame. There was no change in the air ducts. No logical explanation as to why it would open. It would just open.

It never did this until Dr. B died. After his death, every work day, it would just open.
Someone would close the door. A little later, it would open again.

This has continued for the past eight years.

The office staff has a theory. They believe Dr. B is still hanging around, using his old office and inspiring the staff to help make Tallahassee the best it can be.


Now, I'm not much for ghost stories, but I believe this one. Dr. B loved Tallahassee, and it wouldn't surprise me if he figured out a way to finish the job he started, to continue taking care of this city. Even if he has to do so from beyond the grave.
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L to R: Skip the master mind, Cliff, The Groom, and Blair


This is the before photo. At this moment Skip, Cliff, Jonathan and Blair are heading to Central Florida for Jonathan's Bachelor Party Weekend.







Jonathan, all packed and ready to go. Seriously, he has looked like this since, it hit him that tonight is when he leaves for his Bachelor Party Weekend. And that's my DS Phat he is holding in his hat. Aren't I awesome for loaning him my DS Phat? Yes, yes I am.



I'm pretty calm. Why? Because I think this is the ultimate Bachelor Party setting. A buddy road trip to Orlando, FL where they will tour NASA facilities. Followed by a trip to Orange Blossom Blvd*.

For those of you unaware of what Orange Blossom Blvd. means, it is a fuck all long road in Orlando that has, how can I put it? Many, many Gentlemen Club.




This shot is perfect. As I took it I said:

"Yeah, this is the shot we see later as the narrator says 'Little did they know..'."





Yeah they are going to see space technology and titties this weekend. And eat at IHOP. What more could a bunch of geek boys want?


*Note, I don't have confirmation that they will hit up Orange Blossom Blvd, this is merely an assumption. but come on, if you're that close, why not?
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Saturday, Jonathan installed and beat Portal.

(Portal is a single-player first-person action/puzzle video game developed by Valve, consisting primarily of a series of puzzles which must be solved by teleporting the player's character and other simple objects using the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device (the "portal gun"). The goal of each puzzle is to reach an exit point. The "portal gun" and the unusual physics it creates are the emphasis of this game.)


At the end of the game, he received a cake, a cute binary cake, as reward for finishing the nineteen levels.



The Portal Cake

That's all good and well, but he deserved a real cake for such a victory.

So I baked him a Portal Cake.




Jonathan's real life Portal Cake prize. With the November issue of WIRED in the top left corner, and Jonathan's feet to the right.


This cake is great. It really is so delicious and moist and no attempted murders were involved in the creation of it.

Random Fact


Look at me still talking when there is Science to do!
-Still Alive by J. Coulton

If Jonathan's personality could be summed up in one line, this would be it. Whenever I hear Still Alive, I think of him, and the science he could be doing if he wasn't talking to me.

Everybody, sing Still Alive with me!



Lyrics behind the cut
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Yonathan,

Gmail is being a snot. Hopefully you will read LJ during one of your breaks today. Hope you are playing nicely with the other geeks!


This week's dinner menu:

Monday - Eggy in a basket
Tuesady - rice balls and miso soup
Wednesday - stuffed bell peppers
Friday -Christine's Black Bean & Tomato Chili
Oat bread

Vegan Baked Good of the Week -Carrot Ginger muffins


Grocery List
Bread
Canned salmon without bones or skin
Canned tuna fish
Nori seaweed
Miso soup paste
tofu (for miso soup)
Peanut Butter
Oatmeal
Apple Cider Vinegar
2 5.5 oz cans of tomato paste (if more it is fine)
1 14 oz can of crushed tomatoes
Ginger (one root about 2 to 3 inches)
4 mushrooms
lettuce (iceberg is fine)
apples
scallions
celery
2 large bell peppers (will be stuffed)
1 small onion
eggs
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The Weasley kitchen in the Burrow. Or my kitchen circa 2015.

Jonathan is on a build your own green living house kick.

He spends his evenings pouring over How To books, pouring over green living websites, and has checked out every carpentry and home building book the library has to offer.

I am fine with this. It keeps him off of the streets, and hey, it's a lot less expensive than WOW.

Jonathan plans on building our permanent residence, wherever we end up. (I have this weird feeling it will be New Zealand.)

I wasn't really feeling the passion until I came upon this link today:




http://www.simondale.net/house/
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- ee cummings
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Jonathan's 25th Birthday Dinner*

Where: Shenanigan's Irish Pub
When: Tomorrow, June 28, 2007, Thursday, 7:30p.m.
Why: It's his Silver Birthday, 25th!



Be there or, well, more tasty whiskey and bread pudding for the rest of us!



*(This celebration not to be confused with the Beki and Deric Departure Dinner at Shenanigan's on Saturday July 7,2007. More details to follow on that most somber of events.)

Panama?

Jun. 14th, 2007 09:35 am
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Jonathan and I are accidental regulars at Los Compadres, a locally owned Mexican restaurant that offers $1.99 Margaritas and All-You-Can-Eat Wednesdays.

I am a slave to their Chile Rellenos.


My slave master.

Everytime we are there, an average of two to three times a month, we end up with the same waiter. Beki, our wait staff guru friend, would be pleased with him. He is the world's best waiter. Even on their busiest night, Wednesday, your drinks are refilled without request, napkins available almost magically, and the food is hot and quick to arrive.


This past Tuesday, he decided to start speaking Spanish to us, more specifically, Jonathan. (Growing up in central Florida, I am used to the Machismo culture of Hispanic life. It doesn't offend me.) At first we thought he was just in a rush and going for his first language. Than it hit me that he might think at least Jonathan is Hispanic. (When I was younger, the Cuban kids thought I was Spanish and the Mexican kids thought I was Cuban. Wacky hijinx did ensue.)



Jonathan in all his ambiguous race glory.


Me. I guess with a tan, you might think I have some Hispanic somewhere in my background.

It was hilarious because Jonathan and I kept up the charade by responding to him in Spanish. It felt good to dust off ye olde espanol and use it for a change. Not much opportunity in Tallahassee "Aren't I really Georgia?", FL.

I felt like I was in third grade again. (In third grade, our teacher taught us in Spanish. It was a public school in central Florida. No harm, no foul, although, I think some parents were upset about it. My mother did find it curious when I started responding to her in fluent Spanish after only living in Florida for six months.)

It was even more hilarious when another member of the restaurant did a double glance at Jonathan and said "Panama?". When Jonathan looked at him, he apologized stating that he thought he was someone else.
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Mazal Tov, I think it's a boy. We're calling our future offspring, pictured above in it's mid-twenties, Chan.

At first glance, one might think it looks entirely like Jonathan.

However, I want to point out that Chan has my:

lips;

eye colour and shape;

nose and;

cheekbones.

And in honour of the awesomeness of the third installment of the Pirates films, what would happen if I engaged in coitus with Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom?

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Not sure how to waste your Saturday night? Go to the below link.
http://www.morphthing.com/

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