Huh.
My knuckles were really good for a few weeks, but over the past week or so, they seem to be back to their usual shtick. How frustrating.
Last night was Sarah's housewarming party for her new apartment. It was awesome! We had a potluck; I brought homemade buttermilk biscuits and this wild/long grain rice thing that Brenton had, to which I added some allspice and nutmeg and cranberries. The cranberries sort of dissolved, though, so next time I do it, I'll add them in about halfway through.
I'm on another Tom Waits kick, which no longer surprises me. That man is awesome beyond awesome.
By the way? It's WINDY. It's, uh, rattling something up near the window above my bed, which is only slightly worrisome. But it sounds awesome as hell. I'm torn between wanting to go outside and bounce around in the wind, and wanting to stay inside and avoid the icky, icky rain.
In the end, the fact that it's raining wins out. Wind isn't quite so cool when it's driving cold droplets of water into your face.
Technically, I need to go to the library and start my research for that other research paper on religion and syncretism in Korea, but... it's raining. And cold. And icky.
Edit: THE LIGHTS. THEY FLICKER. WHEE.
Edit again: Oh, yeah! If you want a holiday card from me and you haven't done this already, go and post your address over at this post. Woo!
Last night was Sarah's housewarming party for her new apartment. It was awesome! We had a potluck; I brought homemade buttermilk biscuits and this wild/long grain rice thing that Brenton had, to which I added some allspice and nutmeg and cranberries. The cranberries sort of dissolved, though, so next time I do it, I'll add them in about halfway through.
I'm on another Tom Waits kick, which no longer surprises me. That man is awesome beyond awesome.
By the way? It's WINDY. It's, uh, rattling something up near the window above my bed, which is only slightly worrisome. But it sounds awesome as hell. I'm torn between wanting to go outside and bounce around in the wind, and wanting to stay inside and avoid the icky, icky rain.
In the end, the fact that it's raining wins out. Wind isn't quite so cool when it's driving cold droplets of water into your face.
Technically, I need to go to the library and start my research for that other research paper on religion and syncretism in Korea, but... it's raining. And cold. And icky.
Edit: THE LIGHTS. THEY FLICKER. WHEE.
Edit again: Oh, yeah! If you want a holiday card from me and you haven't done this already, go and post your address over at this post. Woo!