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st_aurafina1. It's still raining, which, yes, is good, but it's starting to get marshy on the lawn, and on Sunday it was so windy that we decided not to put the smallest rubbish bin out for collection. It's the regular bin, which is only ever half full, and I just didn't want to have to pick up rubbish from the front lawn. The rubbish is bagged, but we have these ferocious, problem-solving, tool-using crows and a black plastic bag doesn't stand a chance against those bastards.
The upside is that it's been really cold, which means lots of huddling under the blankets, draped in cats, and drinking Milo. Milo is an Aussie staple - hot malted chocolate drink a bit like Ovaltine.lilacsigil has a knack with making it nice and foamy. She doesn't even need much milk - she uses hot water. This is amazing, and anyone who has ever had Milo on school camp will understand.
I have an awesome mug right now:
[Delicious foamy Milo in a white mug printed with a vintage prescription label that says "Take three doses daily of shut the fuck up"]
The pharmacist in me wants to correct it to "Take one dose of shut the fuck up three times daily" because "three daily doses" often results in the patient taking all three of their doses at once. But that doesn't sound as snappy, does it?
2. You know those movies, where a drum of toxic waste washes up on the beach, and then giant ants swarm the town? Or whatever?
I watched this movie at a formative age:
[Movie poster: "Them! The Sci-fi Classic of the Atomic Age!" There are giant ants walking down a highway of destruction.]
Well, yesterday every siren in town went off, for something listed on the Country Fire Authority website as "Hazmat Incident". This morning, we learn that a 44-gallon drum washed up on the beach, oozing a mysterious foul-smelling substance.
When we heard the sirens, I texted my local gossip hub - that person in town who always knows what's going on - to ask if we should evacuate. She said "No, I don't think so. They only sent the small fire truck."
It was all very Night Vale, now I'm thinking of it.
3. Speaking of which: Night Vale Live Shows! How awesome would that be?
4. More mundanely, I put away the clean laundry I've had stashed in a basket for two weeks. Now I don't have to start my mornings by mining for socks.
5. The greengrocer had blood oranges! They're not quite ripe yet, but I bought a bunch so hopefully they'll keep stocking them. I guess I could make a granita or something? They're lovely but still a bit tart to eat as is.
The upside is that it's been really cold, which means lots of huddling under the blankets, draped in cats, and drinking Milo. Milo is an Aussie staple - hot malted chocolate drink a bit like Ovaltine.
lilacsigil has a knack with making it nice and foamy. She doesn't even need much milk - she uses hot water. This is amazing, and anyone who has ever had Milo on school camp will understand. I have an awesome mug right now:
[Delicious foamy Milo in a white mug printed with a vintage prescription label that says "Take three doses daily of shut the fuck up"]
The pharmacist in me wants to correct it to "Take one dose of shut the fuck up three times daily" because "three daily doses" often results in the patient taking all three of their doses at once. But that doesn't sound as snappy, does it?
2. You know those movies, where a drum of toxic waste washes up on the beach, and then giant ants swarm the town? Or whatever?
I watched this movie at a formative age:
[Movie poster: "Them! The Sci-fi Classic of the Atomic Age!" There are giant ants walking down a highway of destruction.]
Well, yesterday every siren in town went off, for something listed on the Country Fire Authority website as "Hazmat Incident". This morning, we learn that a 44-gallon drum washed up on the beach, oozing a mysterious foul-smelling substance.
When we heard the sirens, I texted my local gossip hub - that person in town who always knows what's going on - to ask if we should evacuate. She said "No, I don't think so. They only sent the small fire truck."
It was all very Night Vale, now I'm thinking of it.
3. Speaking of which: Night Vale Live Shows! How awesome would that be?
4. More mundanely, I put away the clean laundry I've had stashed in a basket for two weeks. Now I don't have to start my mornings by mining for socks.
5. The greengrocer had blood oranges! They're not quite ripe yet, but I bought a bunch so hopefully they'll keep stocking them. I guess I could make a granita or something? They're lovely but still a bit tart to eat as is.
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Date: 2013-08-20 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-21 04:34 am (UTC)This is where I got it, though the seller doesn't have anything up there right now.
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Date: 2013-08-20 02:49 pm (UTC)Second thought: I bet they grow blood oranges in Night Vale. Blood blood oranges.
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Date: 2013-08-21 04:35 am (UTC)Never mind the liver melons.
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Date: 2013-08-20 08:03 pm (UTC)What sort of emergency does it need to be for the large fire truck to be sent?
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Date: 2013-08-21 04:36 am (UTC)Probably a fire? We have a gas plant out here, so I guess if anything was up there, they'd break out the big truck. (And then I'd need to evacuate!)
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Date: 2013-08-20 09:53 pm (UTC)i don't really know why but that made me snicker. the whole thing sounds like a plot by the joker. not that i've been watching too much animated batman lately or anything. nope.
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Date: 2013-08-21 04:43 am (UTC)That is exactly what it feels like! We're all "Lol, toxic waste" when we really shouldn't be.
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Date: 2013-08-20 10:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-21 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-08-21 01:08 pm (UTC)I adore that mug. I got myself a mug from Dunkin Donuts, which is the big US coffee-and-donuts chain, to put in my office, because they don't have Dunkin in Canada and I thought it was an Interesting Cultural Artifact to discuss with my students. Dorky Professor Is Dorky.
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Date: 2013-08-28 09:52 am (UTC)