"We Just Fought Two Hours and Seven Minutes, Honestly I'm Surprised We Made It"
It’s Twelfth Night. Do you know where your Lord of Misrule is?
Also, happy 2011. We are living in the DISTANT FUTURE. We may not have flying cars, but I can take a photo with my telephone and email it instantly to the picture frame in my grandmother’s house a thousand miles away. All things considered, I think that’s pretty good.
Not a lot happened between Christmas and New Years’ that I can recall. I was at work and things were mostly slow, as the bosses were out of town for most of the week. I took advantage of the after-Christmas sales and ordered a sick amount of A/V and networking gear from Amazon, and got our home network upgraded.
For New Year’s Eve the three of us went to Eleanor’s place, where Mark was throwing a sort of craft party for the kids. I spent the entire night with the kids and had a blast, making balloon animals and giant origami cameras and the like. At one point I started rubbing the balloons on Anya’s sweater to charge them and then sticking them on the ceiling. This caught on in a big way, and eventually a fair portion of the living room ceiling was covered with balloons. By Monday there were still a couple up there.
On New Year’s Day, Katie was registered for her first race, a 5K up north that culminated in a jump into the ocean. Anya and I stayed warm in the arcade during the run itself, and watched lots of dogs on the beach. Once Katie had risked hypothermia for the sake of a free beer glass, we sat in gridlock for half an hour and then made our way up to Portsmouth for a very late lunch and their first visit to Friendly Toast. Anya discovered that she likes maraschino cherries.
This past Monday I left work early to wait for the cable guy, who swapped out our box for a multistream CableCard to power our new TiVo. It’s really, REALLY nice to be able to watch one channel while recording another again. And now we can do it with two premium channels, which is new to us. We can even record two premium channels while downloading a third show from any computer on our network and watching a movie streaming from Netflix. Now all we need is the time to actually watch anything ever again.
Now that the network’s been upgraded and the new TiVo is happy on it, the next step is to replace the TV. Anyone have a use for a 27-inch standard-def flat-CRT Sony WEGA? It works perfectly well and has plenty of inputs, but of course 1) it’s a CRT, so it’s immense and heavy, and 2) it’s standard-definition, which is why we’re replacing it. If you want it, it’s yours for the taking. Moving it might be a challenge, but it’s a solvable one.
My attempt to make Buddha’s-Handade was a colossal failure. Turns out that Buddha’s Hand is a citrus fruit that is all zest and pith with absolutely zero juice. Be warned, kiddies. As far as I can tell, it’s really only good for 1) zesting (though a lemon or three will yield an identical result for a quarter of the cost); 2) salads (because the pith isn’t bitter and in fact is slightly sweet, and reminds me a little of a lemony jicama); and 3) freaking out the squares (because LOOK at the flippin’ thing).
Also, happy 2011. We are living in the DISTANT FUTURE. We may not have flying cars, but I can take a photo with my telephone and email it instantly to the picture frame in my grandmother’s house a thousand miles away. All things considered, I think that’s pretty good.
Not a lot happened between Christmas and New Years’ that I can recall. I was at work and things were mostly slow, as the bosses were out of town for most of the week. I took advantage of the after-Christmas sales and ordered a sick amount of A/V and networking gear from Amazon, and got our home network upgraded.
For New Year’s Eve the three of us went to Eleanor’s place, where Mark was throwing a sort of craft party for the kids. I spent the entire night with the kids and had a blast, making balloon animals and giant origami cameras and the like. At one point I started rubbing the balloons on Anya’s sweater to charge them and then sticking them on the ceiling. This caught on in a big way, and eventually a fair portion of the living room ceiling was covered with balloons. By Monday there were still a couple up there.
On New Year’s Day, Katie was registered for her first race, a 5K up north that culminated in a jump into the ocean. Anya and I stayed warm in the arcade during the run itself, and watched lots of dogs on the beach. Once Katie had risked hypothermia for the sake of a free beer glass, we sat in gridlock for half an hour and then made our way up to Portsmouth for a very late lunch and their first visit to Friendly Toast. Anya discovered that she likes maraschino cherries.
This past Monday I left work early to wait for the cable guy, who swapped out our box for a multistream CableCard to power our new TiVo. It’s really, REALLY nice to be able to watch one channel while recording another again. And now we can do it with two premium channels, which is new to us. We can even record two premium channels while downloading a third show from any computer on our network and watching a movie streaming from Netflix. Now all we need is the time to actually watch anything ever again.
Now that the network’s been upgraded and the new TiVo is happy on it, the next step is to replace the TV. Anyone have a use for a 27-inch standard-def flat-CRT Sony WEGA? It works perfectly well and has plenty of inputs, but of course 1) it’s a CRT, so it’s immense and heavy, and 2) it’s standard-definition, which is why we’re replacing it. If you want it, it’s yours for the taking. Moving it might be a challenge, but it’s a solvable one.
My attempt to make Buddha’s-Handade was a colossal failure. Turns out that Buddha’s Hand is a citrus fruit that is all zest and pith with absolutely zero juice. Be warned, kiddies. As far as I can tell, it’s really only good for 1) zesting (though a lemon or three will yield an identical result for a quarter of the cost); 2) salads (because the pith isn’t bitter and in fact is slightly sweet, and reminds me a little of a lemony jicama); and 3) freaking out the squares (because LOOK at the flippin’ thing).