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I really liked this sketch of Buster Keaton, so here it is.

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"The Giant Devil/The Miracle of the Statue," by Georges Melies, 1901. A young lady says good bye to her boyfriend (?), at the left, moons over him a bit, then is suddenly menaced by...THE DEVIL! Who is played by Melies, naturally. I'm beginning to think he just liked any excuse to prance around in tights and be silly. Finally, a statue of the Virgin Mary, at right, comes to life and banishes the Devil. Whew!

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[A maid assists her employer to undress after returning from a ball]

I don't know whether this is actually the first adult film as the person who uploaded it claims (in fact, this article says it isn't), but it is pretty hilarious and cynical. Good old Melies.

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Punx Phil, you are so classy. Look at that noble profile! Look at that dignity!

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1. "Hey lady! Your boyfriend has a not-entirely-unglamorous mental illness and/or unusual cognitive functioning! Baby, you are lucky as all hell! Here's what you can do to accommodate him, no matter how exhausted and on-the-spot it makes you feel!"

2. "Hey, dude! Your girlfriend has a mental illness* or unusual cognitive functioning! You deserve better than that! Kick that flawed-ass bitch to the curb and pick you up a sweet little piece instead! Never stick your dick in crazy, bro!"


(All couples are assumed to be A: couples and B: hetero for the purposes of this exercise, which is, after all, all about heteronormativity and gender policing.)


*Note: As far as society is concerned, there is no such thing as a not-entirely-unglamorous mental illness in women.

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Apparently the opportunity to scold someone for extremely shitty research about punk/post-punk is the only thing that will actually get me back onto Facebook.

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Scaled down to a stale French roll about the size of my hand; the original was for a loaf.

Slice the bread in half horizontally--as you might for a sandwich or something. Set out enough butter to thickly coat each cut surface of the bread, plus a little for smearing on the outside when all's said and done. For a hand-sized, thick roll, this was two tablespoons and it was just barely enough. A loaf of bread will require quite a bit.

Mix in with that softened butter a good quantity of garlic, minced fine or just run through a garlic press. I used two cloves; follow your heart. I bet a whole head of garlic is about what to use for a loaf. Also sprinkle in some dried basil or oregano, and a little bit of salt if you're not already using salted butter.

Smear this delicious mixture thickly on both cut surfaces of the bread, then close them back together and smear a bit (thinly is fine) on the outside.

Wrap up the whole deal in foil and bake for a while. This is the part I don't remember so good. I think you could probably do 350 for 15 minutes or so, then open it and see what's going on. You want the outside to get a bit crisp, so you might have to open the foil a bit and crank up the heat and put it back in for a couple minutes. You know.

It is basically the best garlic bread ever, and the book Roseannearchy was surprisingly good too, although not without its huge problems as far as internal inconsistencies, fat-hating language, gender essentialism, etc. goes. But it comes across as the honest document of a person who is trying to communicate something she felt was pretty important, so even though it has its eyeroll-inducing moments and is all over the map in a lot of ways, I also found it profoundly moving and maybe even helpful.

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I used to be so angry at people for being glad it snowed, or for saying how pretty the snow is, because I was so scared of snow. I had a tiny car, and lived in the kind of places that do not plow or salt, and had to park at the bottom of a hill. Snow was terrifying; it made the world less safe. It actively endangered me and my ability to work.

Now I have a heavier car, and newer; I live in the kinds of places that do plow and salt, and I have a back drive I can use to get to the nearby streets which is flat, not steeply-inclined. I've also had more practice driving on the snow, and all of my places of employment, as well as access to groceries, banking and gas stations, are on main artery roads. So now when the snow falls, I say, "How pretty it is! How nice to be inside, watching a movie and drinking wine and eating the last of the stuffed shells (and some very nice garlic bread), while the snow is falling outside!"

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That time I had waffles. Start at the bottom of this page, then creep steadily towards the top of page 1. The tags are part of the fun, as they often are on Tumblr.

The waffles were only so-so, but it was worth it. Also, who the fuck uses cake flour for waffles? Fuck you, Joy of Cooking. Next time I'm going back to the buttermilk waffle recipe they supply instead.

Some people go on dates on a Friday night, I stage elaborate food-related internet stunts

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I'm trying the miso-sesame winter squash and tofu recipe tonight, from 101 Cookbooks. I'm on a mailing list from them now, and they just sent out the notifications for it today. It looked good enough that I wanted to try it at once.

It's funny how a recipe will finally help you get over that hurdle and try tofu again (or miso, or soy sauce), or try something you hadn't thought of before at all. I think the recipe has to make a little bit of sense for that to happen, at least for me. A pretty picture or a compelling title isn't enough; the recipe needs to sound sensible to me when I read it.

I wish I'd thought to get some green stuff to put on it, like in the picture, but I am not so good with presentation and things like the basil, for instance, would be expensive and go bad quickly before I used it. I do have lemon I need to use up, though, come to think of it.

The shells from the other day freeze really well, and the soup's flavor develops over time. Even though I had to repair/add to the shells recipe, and tweaked the soup one to make it more flavorful, they were both solid, workable recipes that made sense and didn't require major repairs as far as proportions and cook times. That's important. That's probably why I opted to keep using the site--it has recipes I would never normally consider on my own, and they're meatless (or mostly?), and they are about flavor, AND the things that need fixing in them are easily fixed, so far.

EDIT: Oh damn that's good. Oh god, oh mercy, oh halp, that is some tasty fucking food.

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From Travels with My Aunt, by Graham Greene, chapter 7. Mr. Visconti (first speaker) and Henry have a conversation about rats:

"Now if the Questore had described me as a rat, I would have had no objection. Indeed I have a great fellow feeling for rats. The future of the world lies with the rat. God, at least as I imagine him, created a number of possibilities in case some of his prototypes failed--that is the meaning of evolution..."

"But rats..." I objected.

"Rats are highly intelligent creatures. If we want to find out anything new about the human body we experiment on rats. Rats indeed are ahead of us indisputably in one respect--they live underground. We only began to live underground during the last war. Rats have understood the danger of surface life for thousands of years. When the atom bomb falls the rats will survive. What a wonderful empty world it will be for them, though I hope they will be wise enough to stay below. I can imagine them evolving very quickly. I hope they don't repeat our mistake and invent the wheel."

"It's odd all the same how much we hate them," I said. ..."We call a coward a rat, and yet it is we who are the cowards. We are afraid of them...

"I met a rat once in my garden," I said and allowed Mr. Visconti to refill my glass. "He was standing motionless so as not to be seen in the flower-bed. His fur looked fluffy like a bird who has blown out its feathers against the cold. He wasn't repulsive like a smooth rat. Without thinking I threw a stone at him. I missed him and I expected him to run, but instead he only limped away. One of his legs must have been broken. There was a hole in the hedge and he made for it very slowly. Once he stopped exhausted and peered over his shoulder at me. He looked rejected, and I was sorry for him. I couldn't throw another stone. He limped on to the hole and went through it. There was a cat in the next garden and I knew he didn't stand a chance. He had such dignity, going to his death. I felt ashamed of myself all that morning."

"It does you credit," Mr. Visconti said. "Speaking as an honorary rat on behalf of other rats, I forgive the stone."







Oh my god, guise, I could hardly get through typing that, this is why I've put it off for weeks

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Last night I was up late hours cooking, something I hadn't done for a while--it's been a lot of grab-and-go, fix an egg, bake a frozen potpie kind of "cooking" lately, and whether or not that's part of why I've been feeling gross I don't know, but it makes me feel bad about myself at any rate.

So, cooking. I made the green lentil soup with curried brown butter first; I used split peas, caramelized the onions, chicken broth instead of vegetable, and instead of "curry powder" I used garam masala. It would be very good if I hadn't nearly oversalted it to inedibility. As it is, it's all right, but I wouldn't serve it to anyone else. I'll make it again, though.

The other thing I made was stuffed shells; they have turned out really very well, and I'm proud because it's the first time I made them. The recipe's not quite right, though. I think you'll have to read the entire narrative pretty carefully with this website, because the ingredients list did not mention lemon zest, and it's actually a pretty important flavor in the recipe. I'm not sure if the others will be like that, but it always makes me wary when I encounter it.

The number of shells it says to cook is far too high; even accounting for broken ones, I wound up with 8 or so extra. Using a 16, not 15 ounce container of ricotta didn't spread the filling much further, really; I wound up with enough for about 18 shells.

As far as the more cosmetic stuff about the recipe, I had planned ahead and caramelized two onions before making the soup, and reserved half for the sauce for the shells. Other changes: more garlic of course, plus the addition of some actual spices--oregano, thyme, marjoram, that sort of thing. I don't know why the recipe is so bare-bones; I can't imagine a tomato sauce without any spices at all. I didn't feel like dealing with chives, so I melted a couple cubes of basil from the freezer and mixed that with the ricotta instead. The end results are quite good. The lemon zest is interesting, because it lends a cheesecake-like flavor to the ricotta filling that is not at all out of place, surprisingly.

These were good choices because they will freeze well and have lots of protein. Unfortunately, they're also not very economical. They are good, however.

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Wow, except for the large section on top of my head, and my little sidelocks (which I'm trying to start higher up, although they're at the length I want them relative to my face), my hair's 1/4" long all around.

Damn.

That's the shortest my hair has ever been anywhere. Wow.

I'm a little freaked out, actually. But it looks good.

But I'm a little freaked out.

I wish I had more to talk about than my appearance, but I don't. I mean, I have big bad feelings about work stuff, but I'm trying really fucking hard not to throw them at everyone. This last would come as a surprise to the folks who've had to hear me angst via IM the last couple of days (always something I feel bad about). It's hard, because when I have All The Feels, it's basically impossible for me to sit on that and not say anything. It's a skill I'm trying to cultivate, but it's taking some time.

After I eat, I gotta rebleach/redye the cut part of my hair. My leopard spots are basically shaved off (they were getting unruly anyway) and my bleached part is mostly root now. Wild.

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I'm having one of those "Oh shit what do I eat oh I guess I'll have a potpie" times, and given that potpies are a whole lot of high-processed crap, I think it's probably not the direction I wanna go in. I've been snagging recommendations for vegan and vegetarian cookbooks from Professional Vegans (aka, a couple co-workers), but I also remembered 101 Cookbooks, a site with "healthy" (blaaaargh) recipes that actually seems to be just about good tasty food with an emphasis on meatlessness, rather than low-fat or some bullshit like that.

And lo and behold, they have a high-protein recipes category, which means that I don't have to get all bewildered while sorting through side dish after side dish, looking for something I could actually cook and have as the center of a meal. This is so convenient that I am passing that link on to you, the reader.

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The Boys: *scuffling and squeaking*
Rat: HEY. Andy, get the fuck off Chip. Chip does not want a bath right now.
Andy: YES HE DOES
Andy: HE JUST DOESN'T KNOW IT YET

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I would myself have preferred to visit the Louvre and see the Venus of Melos and the Winged Victory, but my aunt would have none of it. "All those naked women with bits missing," she said. "It's morbid. I once knew a girl who was chopped up that way between the Gare du Nord and the Calais Maritime. She had met a man in the place where I worked who travelled in ladies' underwear--or so he said, and he certainly had an attache case with him full of rather fanciful brassieres which he persuaded her to try on. There was one shaped like two clutching black hands that greatly amused her. He invited her to go to England with him, and she broke her contract with our patronne and decamped. ...It was said by his counsel that he had a misplaced devotion to virginity owing to his education by the Jesuits, and he therefore tried to remove all girls who led loose lives like poor Anne-Marie Callot. The brassieres were a kind of test. You were condemned if you chose the wrong one... Go and see your Venus if you want, but let me go to the waxworks. Our manager had to identify the body and he said it was just a torso, and that gave me a turn against all old statues."
--Travels with my Aunt, Graham Greene

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Patron: I buy so many books. They don't all fit on my bookshelf. Some people are such sticklers for that--they say, "If you buy three books, you have to get rid of three books."
Rat: They don't sound like good people.

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I'm not sure how I'll be using LJ, going forward. There are people on here I really like and miss, but I don't visit the site anymore and I don't want to give Livejournal more of my money or give them access to any more of my content.

I can be found at DW if anyone feels like reading me there; they support OpenID. I think I will maintain a presence here so I can talk with folks.

Part of not knowing what's going on with people is that I've got too damn much on my friendspage. I'm probably going to be unsubscribing from RSS feeds and communities, or maybe setting up a reading filter. That might be just as useful but less permanent.

Unfortunately I might weed my friendslist back, too, but I don't really want to do that. However, there's a few folks who are active members but who haven't replied to one of my posts (or even one of my comments in their own journal) in some time, and that strikes me as someone who doesn't feel like engaging. That's cool, but that might mean it's time for me to say goodbye. If that happens and I was mistaken, please let me know. I'm not trying to be judgmental about who talks to me and when and how, but that's the only gauge I have for whether or not someone wants to interact with me, you know?

Deletion of back entries will probably start as soon as LJBook finishes creating a downloadable PDF. They're all already imported to DW anyway. Don't get me started on what a hot mess the tags and entries are over there right now, oh boy.

Take care,

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[Andy, in his temporary cage, receives scritches before I move him back to his newly-clean large cage.]

I tried to get vid of Chip, too, but made the mistake of holding him, which he hates. He loves pets; I should just pet him next time.

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[Leland is vigorously petted]

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La Rat Qui Rit
Name: La Rat Qui Rit
you gotta hear this
I explain to you matters
Pertaining to enlightenment,
But don't try to keep
Your mind on them.
Just turn to the ocean
Of your own essence
And develop practical accord with its nature.

--Yangshan
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