*stranglehands*
1. Has anybody had Tianjin preserved vegetables? I guess it's some sort of pickled cabbage with salt and garlic? I was intrigued by the pot used to pack it in yesterday but I thought I'd go ask the internet if they liked it before I bought it, hated it, and dumped it out to use the pot as a vase.
Google informs me it's some sort of flavoring thing for congee/jouk/whatever and/or Chinese cooking. Hmm. Hmm!
2. We need a real kettle. Ours now is the type you fill through the sprout and arrgh.
2a. IS there a real reason why you aren't supposed to heat up water in a microwave or are we talking like the invisible tiny souls of water will die if you put them in contact with microwave energy as opposed to a really battered teakettle on the stove? or a electric kettle? I've never been able to tell the difference.
eta: to use for tea, I mean, I know about the superheating thing. I've had it happen, actually, although what happened was that I set the pot of water on the counter and dropped the tea bag in and the water went BLOOSH around it. If you listen to tea junkies it's like you're killing ~*~the soul of the water~*~ by putting it in a microwave and that puzzles me. I've never been able to tell a difference in the taste ... especially since I spent years drinking distilled water which is kind of BY DEFINITION tasteless.
...yes, I am aware that like, half of you are now squinting dubiously at the screen and thinking, "Meg, you also like terrible shoujo anime, mpreg fic featuring Jim Kirk as large as a whale, and teeshirts with horrifying puns on them, so how WOULD you actually be able to tell the difference in the taste?"
2b. You dudes be quiet over there.
3. Allegedly we're getting our screen door and closet door fixed today, although we'll believe that when we see it, so today I'm pretty much going to hang out, bully Amy into finishing the dishes, bully Amy into giving me some quarters, do laundry, scrape up the rest of the living room so it doesn't look like we live like wolves and finish a really terrible fic that I've been working on for the past two weeks when I haven't been playing TWEWY. Well, I hope I finish it. I don't know, I think it wants to have pornography and I was HOPING to finish it by
waketosleep's birthday but my method of writing porno largely involves typing two words, squinting at it, writing another three, deleting four, giving up in despair, and eating rice balls.
4. So yesterday the person at work that we had been praying for weeks would quit, and in fact actually gave her two weeks in lieu of being fired, walked out -- or rather, she didn't come back from break. Apparently when she was going ON break, she went out the front entrance and one of our ladies was lurking angrily near by, trying to get out. Instead of lying that her BFF was looking for her, or indeed just turning around and going up the elevator like a normal person, she let the resident out into the main area of the building. (Memory care units, for people fortunate enough not to be familiar with them, are actually 'secured' units, and yes, that means that they're locked. There's a combination lock at the door and a special key for the elevator. A minute's thought will explain why this happens; these are people who are looking to go home to a place they lived sixty years ago, or who will walk out onto a road and not realize what they're doing. A lot of them do better in a smaller space, as well -- less decisions, more mental security.) Personal Preferences happened to be there and not unnaturally chewed her out for it, and nobody saw her since.
Considering that we'd already had one call-out and our unit is nearly full, the rest of us (including the nurse) collectively rose up and blistered the air with curses. Then we slogged through the rest of the day, because what are you supposed to do?
5. OH JESUS CHRIST NEW TREK DUDES, YOU ARE NOT GOING THROUGH MY LINKIN PARK COLLECTION. NO. IT WAS BAD ENOUGH WITH SATOSHI FROM DNANGEL.
Google informs me it's some sort of flavoring thing for congee/jouk/whatever and/or Chinese cooking. Hmm. Hmm!
2. We need a real kettle. Ours now is the type you fill through the sprout and arrgh.
2a. IS there a real reason why you aren't supposed to heat up water in a microwave or are we talking like the invisible tiny souls of water will die if you put them in contact with microwave energy as opposed to a really battered teakettle on the stove? or a electric kettle? I've never been able to tell the difference.
eta: to use for tea, I mean, I know about the superheating thing. I've had it happen, actually, although what happened was that I set the pot of water on the counter and dropped the tea bag in and the water went BLOOSH around it. If you listen to tea junkies it's like you're killing ~*~the soul of the water~*~ by putting it in a microwave and that puzzles me. I've never been able to tell a difference in the taste ... especially since I spent years drinking distilled water which is kind of BY DEFINITION tasteless.
...yes, I am aware that like, half of you are now squinting dubiously at the screen and thinking, "Meg, you also like terrible shoujo anime, mpreg fic featuring Jim Kirk as large as a whale, and teeshirts with horrifying puns on them, so how WOULD you actually be able to tell the difference in the taste?"
2b. You dudes be quiet over there.
3. Allegedly we're getting our screen door and closet door fixed today, although we'll believe that when we see it, so today I'm pretty much going to hang out, bully Amy into finishing the dishes, bully Amy into giving me some quarters, do laundry, scrape up the rest of the living room so it doesn't look like we live like wolves and finish a really terrible fic that I've been working on for the past two weeks when I haven't been playing TWEWY. Well, I hope I finish it. I don't know, I think it wants to have pornography and I was HOPING to finish it by
waketosleep's birthday but my method of writing porno largely involves typing two words, squinting at it, writing another three, deleting four, giving up in despair, and eating rice balls.
4. So yesterday the person at work that we had been praying for weeks would quit, and in fact actually gave her two weeks in lieu of being fired, walked out -- or rather, she didn't come back from break. Apparently when she was going ON break, she went out the front entrance and one of our ladies was lurking angrily near by, trying to get out. Instead of lying that her BFF was looking for her, or indeed just turning around and going up the elevator like a normal person, she let the resident out into the main area of the building. (Memory care units, for people fortunate enough not to be familiar with them, are actually 'secured' units, and yes, that means that they're locked. There's a combination lock at the door and a special key for the elevator. A minute's thought will explain why this happens; these are people who are looking to go home to a place they lived sixty years ago, or who will walk out onto a road and not realize what they're doing. A lot of them do better in a smaller space, as well -- less decisions, more mental security.) Personal Preferences happened to be there and not unnaturally chewed her out for it, and nobody saw her since.
Considering that we'd already had one call-out and our unit is nearly full, the rest of us (including the nurse) collectively rose up and blistered the air with curses. Then we slogged through the rest of the day, because what are you supposed to do?
5. OH JESUS CHRIST NEW TREK DUDES, YOU ARE NOT GOING THROUGH MY LINKIN PARK COLLECTION. NO. IT WAS BAD ENOUGH WITH SATOSHI FROM DNANGEL.