bloodyrosemccoy: (Santa Iroh)
For some years now the administrators at the hospital where Dad works have been boldly leading the way to the future, except that the future they're envisioning appears to be of the corporate-run bottom-line-obsessed 80s-movie dystopia variety. It's been rather rough on any of the doctors who, like Dad, believe that the point of medicine is healing.

So Dad, who has also spent a decade studying an awesome state-of-the-edge cutting-art method of surgery that uses better equipment, makes smaller incisions, and offers faster healing times, is underappreciated and shunned because he feels that surgery is supposed to help optimize a patient's healing, rather than to make piles of money for him and all the hospital people around him. It's made for a pretty oppressive atmosphere, and Dad was getting to the point where he wasn't sure how he could keep this up--but he wasn't sure how he could quit, either, because there wasn't much in the retirement jar.

And then in August his best buddy from way back in residency called him and was all, "Hey, wanna job?"

Good GOD, y'all. THIS JOB. The hospital is GREAT and all the doctors like Dad a lot and he wouldn't be running his own business and maybe now we can pay off our loans and they actually are excited about his amazing Jetsonian Spacefuture surgery techniques. I mean, like, REALLY excited. He went out to kind of look things over and every time he blinked they'd throw more perks at him. He was about half an hour away from owning everyone's firstborn child.

It looks almost perfect. There's only one downside.

It's in Illinois.

Yeah, we're Westerners. It's difficult to imagine living anywhere else than Out West somewhere. But hey, everything else is awesome, and the hospital here is sinking fast, so by god, Dad's taking the job. He and Mom are moving to Illinois in the spring. They'll be there anywhere from two to ten years.

And I'm staying here.

So this is gonna be extremely weird. We're keeping the house, and I'm staying in it. Probably my brother will be moving in with me, too, since he's trying to get a job out thisaway.* And it's especially weird to think that I'll be emerging from my Bat Cave to become the one running the house. Fun, but weird.

We've been putting off announcing it until everything was all put together, but we've been preparing since August. Mom's gone all manic about moving, and Dad's kind of in a daze, and our employees are figuring out their next steps, and all the patients are wailing and moaning. (Dad is not popular with the administration, but god damn his patients love him. And the hospital staff all go to him if they have problems, so there's that.) And I'm plotting to steal the master bedroom (to Dad's horror) and wondering how I'll buy groceries with the twelve pennies or so I make a week at the Space Place.

Life, man. You never know what it's gonna throw at you next. We'll see where this takes us.

*Which is going to be interesting when he brings his silly cat with him. Harley is a lot like the late sister of our current old geezer cat, Fern, and though said sister Charlotte got ate by a mountain lion a while back, Fern still seems paranoid that she will return someday. If Harley shows up, it'll only confirm that she was right all along.

Act Casual

Sep. 30th, 2014 10:05 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Beastly)
Recently a conflation of many disparate events--specifically, watching that Five Nights At Freddy's LP and subsequently a bunch of others, waking up my long-dormant Steam account to play with Universe Sandbox, and my brother and me trying to explain video game logic to Mom using examples from Day of the Tentacle puzzles--has made me come to a realization: I miss point-and-click games. Suddenly I've been fondly looking back on the good times I had as a tiny little game nerd floundering my way through Myst with the help of the weirdly novelish player's guide, since I lacked the cognitive development necessary to really figure out what the hell I was doing.

So I've been tooling around Steam and my Kindle's app store trying to satisfy my dopamine needs,* sampling various games based on important factors like user reviews and, importantly, what's on sale. And it's working--I'm having a fine old time playing casual and more in-depth adventure games. So far I've enjoyed The Book of Unwritten Tales (fun puzzles, humor like Bad Discworld), its prequel the Critter Chronicles (where, to their credit, the humor got less annoying), and a stack of Artifex Mundi and similar casual games (which offer about a million layers of sociological analysis fodder, what with way they seem to market to females and are less "hardcore" but more story-driven with tragic romance and so forth, but fuck you they're PRETTY and the stories aren't bad). I have a few others queued up (Strong Bad's Cool Game For Attractive People has been on my list for a while) but am always looking for more. If you give me a good space-themed casual adventure puzzle game, I will ... well, probably I'll just be very happy, but if we turn "make Amelia happy" into an achievement, your brain will think it's a real reward, and that'll be great!

Probably I'm overdoing it at the moment because I'm excited about this, and it could easily become a money pit if I'm not careful,** but it's really nice to return to some absurd problem-solving adventure.

By the way, I'm Polmelia on Steam, if anyone's interested, too!

*I wonder why something like managing to make a cup of tea comes with such a feeling of triumph in video games when in reality locating a kettle, tea bags, teapot, mug, and tea leaves filling the kettle with water, turning on the stove, boiling the water, pouring the tea leaves and the boiling water into the teapot, letting it steep for fourish minutes, and pouring the tea through the strainer into the mug is just a thing you do to get tea. It's almost as if game design has tapped into a collection of terrifyingly effective psychological hacks. I hope they use this awesome power responsibly.

**I have a complicated thing going right now where I OWN Portal 2 but can't actually PLAY it because [pointless boring computer fuckery]. I could easily re-buy it on Steam, but dammit I already own it so I'll just save it for when I fix my computer fuckery. Money, dangit!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Moongazing)
Gonna do my first live dome show tomorrow. Wish me luck!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Potionmaster)
I have discovered the Hipster Soda Section of my grocery store!

It's great. Most of the sodas there are trying to look old-timey, and some of the ones with better soda cred were established in the 19th Century. A few of the new upstarts are trying to establish themselves as pioneering artisans, too. All of it is very silly.

So of course, I'm trying it all. Every week I'm gonna pick up a few bottles to get some ideas for my own potions-making. Here's what I've tried so far:

Boylan's Shirley Temple - Damn I love Shirley Temples. They taste like vacations to me. And this was a damn good one.

Fentimans Dandelion Burdock Soda - Dear Optimus CHRIST this was gross. I dunno if it was the "pear juice" they add to it or the dandelions themselves, but something gave a really unpleasantly cloying aftertaste, like nasty tonic medicine. I'm hoping the culprit is somewhere in those unlisted "natural flavors," or in the specific combinationof the ingredients, for two reasons: first, there's a recipe for dandelion soda in my book that is completely different from the ingredients listed here, and I'd rather not have it turn out to be just as nasty. And second, I want to try out their Rose Lemonade, and it looks like that has pear juice in it as well.

Fentimans* also wins for the most hipstery web design. I think they're trying for irony or meta or something. It's hard to decide if it's charming or if I want to punch them in the face.

DRY Soda's Lavender - In contrast to the older soda companies' attempts to make their brands look like something that a dude with a very large mustache and either a cowboy hat or a a top hat might feel at home drinking, DRY is a new soda company that's trying to be all postmodern and streamlined and sophisticated. The soda's, well, pretty darn lavendery. Not bad, though.

Sioux City Birch Beer - Figured I'd see what an actual birch beer tastes like, since the one I tried turned into Ent-draught.** It tasted, as has been described, like root beer with wintergreen flavoring. Unfortunately the bottle only says they use "artificial flavors," so I'll have to try a few other brands to get a good bead on it. Fortunately, hipster sodas LOVE making birch beer, so I have options.

Anyway. Call me a hipster, but I'm having fun with this. Can't wait to go back and pick up some more!

*No, there is no apostrophe. Apparently there is simply more than one Fentiman.

**I STILL have no idea if I liked that one. But out of all the batches of my homemade soda, my friend ("This is my new favorite hobby of yours!") declared it was the best. I may have to make it again, if for no other reason than to try to figure out my own feelings about it.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Xenofairies)
What I Learned Since The Winter Solstice

  • The Cooking Hypothesis suggests that the invention of cooking precipitated a rapid evolutionary change in humans, allowing them to more efficiently process nutrients and, of course, growing bigger brains. I always said cooking was an important part of humanity, dangit!

  • Nancy Kerrigan was filmed right after being attacked sobbing and asking "Why? Why?"--and a lot of people thought she was being a wimp or a drama queen because she was only bruised. Dude, it still hurts, but quite apart from that, when you get attacked, it's probably TERRIFYING and it HURTS YOUR FEELINGS.

  • The difference between triple axels, triple spins, triple lutzes, etc., has to do with where you push off from and what direction you're facing and okay fine I've already forgotten.

  • Flavoring sodas is a lot like brewing tea. Really sugary tea.

  • But brown sugar makes them taste rather bitter.

  • Also, soda-brewing is similar to making beer, except you don't let the yeast go far enough to make alcohol.

  • Furthermore, there is a lot of argument over just what the "cream" in "cream soda" refers to. Vanilla? Adding cream to the soda? Or cream of tartar? It's a HISTORY MYSTERY.

  • In tangentially-related soda discoveries, SodaStream is a company fraught with political tensions and controversy.

  • Cloth pads and panty liners are surprisingly expensive, but also surprisingly worth it.

  • There is a constellation in the Southern Hemisphere called "The Poop." Yes, it refers to a ship's stern (poop deck), BUT STILL. HURRRR.

  • There are, naturally, all sorts of recipes for Ent-Draught on the internet.

  • Mainlining Atop The Fourth Wall has taught me something I always rather thought: I have terrible comic-reading comprehension. I do okay with some, mostly in comic strip form, but it takes me a long time to parse each page, way longer than it takes to read straight prose, so if I'm going to read a comic, I have to be committed. And even then I have trouble regarding them critically.*

  • I did learn, however, that lots of people find it extremely difficult to keep comic continuity straight. Comic writers, for instance. Case in point: Donna Troy.

  • The director of Tremors is Ron Underwood, who got his start in the film industry making educational shorts for Barr Films--such as one of my favorite Rifftrax-featured shorts, Library World.

  • My mom, who watched very little TV as a kid, nevertheless has strong opinions about what Mr. Peabody's voice sounds like.

  • Mork & Mindy was a spinoff of Happy Days.  Clearly, I never watched either of them.

  • Getting feedback on your novel can be a mixed bag. You get excited that you can make it better, but frustrated when you can't tell if the feedback makes sense.

  • Publishing a serial story online gets more difficult with each installment because there's a lot to keep track of. BUT DAMMIT IT'S STILL POSSIBLE.

  • You can unclog standard drain clogs with the use of science fair volcano technology.

  • After you turn into the left-turn-lane, it's legal to drive 500 freaking feet in that lane. Which is almost a whole block even here in Salt Lake City.

  • The Beautiful Creatures movie might be adapted from a novel of the same name, but don't let that fool you. It is clearly a remake of The Touch of Satan.

  • The first female-directed movie ever to gross more than $1 billion is Frozen. Which is awesome, but dang, it took a while to get there. Let's hope this is a good precedent!

*Interestingly, though, I read a lot of Archie comics as a kid. It fascinated me the same way 1950s Educational Shorts fascinate me--it shows some weird whitebread cultural ideal that somehow I can't look away from.
bloodyrosemccoy: (YOU ARE ALL WEIRDOS)
Went to a Jewelry Party this weekend.

It was at least as weird as it sounds.

I have to say, "getting sold things" isn't my idea of a fun get-together, but by and large neither are regular "not getting sold things" parties. But the person hosting this party is one of the nicest people in the world, and anyway since I was a kid I have considered it my Solemn Duty As A Writer to have new experiences no matter how bizarre, so I figured what the hell. And anyway, it's inexplicably fascinating to watch Sales Tactics In Action.

I mean, this saleslady was SELLING. The last time someone has that aggressively tried to convince me that I was getting a good deal was back in school when we'd have "assemblies" where the World's Perkiest Guy hollered about all the Fabulous Prizes that his company would just straight up GIVE us as long as we sold 300 magazine subscriptions or sub-par chocolate bars.* There was some serious psychology going on--there were prizes given out for people who had written the most things on their wish lists, and enforced audience participation,** and the offering of AMAZING DEALS in which they would knock the price of their terrible jewelry down from "absurdly overpriced" to "about what the jewelry is actually worth," and carefully repeating the brand name with Positive Language or some such nonsense, and basically use of the friendly setting to shame your ass into buying their junk.

It was attempted brain-hacking in action. And I am a sucker (har) for watching that sort of thing, at least until they try to include me. Although I do get rather justice-y about it when it goes too far: one person played a game and scored the "prize" of hosting another one of these weirdass parties, and when she tried to gracefully offer excuses as to why a party would not be feasible--no real place to host it, no friends who would be interested, no time, is actually the Dark Lord of the Otherworld and partygoers would only be dragged off to an eternity of ritualistic torture from devout Cenobites, etc.--and the saleslady just kept coming up with solutions around the problems. I am pretty sure she was getting the hint, but by god she was going to use polite social conventions to her advantage, and backing off was NOT an option. Which, again, is interesting to watch, but not if you're the one being dragooned into hosting a goddamn stupid jewelry party. So I stepped in to break the cycle and suggested that the guest "take a few days to think about it."

"I'll call you!" the sales lady said brightly. But it's a lot easier to say "I've thought about it and it's not gonna work" at that point.

So I left the party without any jewelry. But I did get to chat with some old friends, and meet some new ones, and get into a wonderfully nerdy conversation with one about DnD, so hey, the evening was nice anyway.

*Unless they are the Scholastic Book Fair, fundraisers at schools are unpleasant all around. Can't I just DONATE some money to convert your school gym into a Legends of the Hidden Temple set? Do I HAVE to get the coupon books?

**It was a relief that she never targeted me for that, because I've gotten pretty good at resisting enforced audience participation, and it's awkward for everybody.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Potionmaster)
So the current homemade soda scores are as follows:


1 flatass root beer
1 fairly passable ginger ale
1 delicious cream soda


1 awesome ginger ale with lemon
1 flatass root beer
1 attempt at root beer with vanilla and brown sugar in which I seem to have accidentally made ACTUAL beer instead
1 birch beer attempt that somehow became Ent-draught NO SERIOUSLY HOW DID I DO THAT*
1 pretty darn good three-root root beer that tastes very licorice-y

I think the brown sugar is out. The two I made with it--the birch beer and the root beer--are kind of bitter. White sugar seems to make it more soda-ish. I'm gonna try another straight root beer now that I've gotten the hang of actual carbonation, and try the birch beer again with white sugar and a lot less birch.

I also want to try cream soda from scratch, but I have to get hold of some cream of tartar first. And I'm starting to think about figuring out my own recipes. I'm thinking I could do a lot with tea blends, because OF COURSE I AM. Come on, though--how can you not agree that an Earl Grey Cream Soda could be completely awesome if I figured out how to do it right?

And even if I never figure that out, it's nice to know that those frosted soda mugs we've kept in the freezer for years are finally earning their keep.

Bonus Points: Was willing to bet my pants there was an actual Ent-draught recipe on Google. There are about 2.36 million reasons why I get to keep my pants.

*The weirdest part is that I've drunk several bottles and still can't tell if I like it. "This is too beery," I think. "But it's also refreshing. But the aftertaste is bitter. But it's also kind of got some mentholish flavor that's rather intriguing. But maybe it'll resolve if I take another sip." And over it all is "This tastes like I'm drinking a goddamn FOREST."

Soda Watch

Jan. 28th, 2014 01:00 pm
bloodyrosemccoy: (Potionmaster)
Have successfully made ginger ale from scratch!

I think I over-lemoned and under-sugared it, but it's pretty good nonetheless. And it's fizzy!

See, my first attempt at a from-scratch root beer has been sitting forlornly in the bathtub for almost a fortnight, and I am starting to suspect it will stay flat forever. I think I didn't manage to actually get the yeast into the bottles; it all wound up sitting in the bottom of the big jug I was using to mix everything up. This time I think I did better in getting it in there, but I was ready to leave this ginger ale in there for a week or so anyway.

Fortunately, I did check it after a couple of days, and I guess I got something right, because the plastic bottle was stiff as a brick.* With luck this heralds an improvement in my methods!

Next up is more root beer, because dammit I want to get root beer right. And then after that, who knows? I'm finding a lot of recipes online that might be fun to try. Anybody know any they want to share?

*Plastic bottles do have the advantage that you can check how carbonated they are by how much give they have when you squeeze them. Since I still prefer glass, my solution is to use ten 12-oz. glass bottles and one half-liter plastic bottle.

Geeky Chef

Jan. 24th, 2014 02:20 am
bloodyrosemccoy: (Hobbit Hole)
Tried to make some of Grandma's Fairy Soup* tonight. Not bad stuff, but I have got to learn how to cook squash longer. (It didn't help that Mom was hungry and kept demanding to know if it was soup yet every few minutes.) It always comes out a little too crunchy, which isn't how you want your squash.


Also, it occurs to me that now that Mom's got a soda charger, I can try to bust out some pretty excellent Chateau Romani. I still think that fermentation is more fun than using the soda charger, but fermenting is a bad idea whe milk is involved, so in this case we'll just roll with it.


Speaking of geeky chefs, [ profile] acrossthelake came by tonight to politely try some of my soup, and then we traded TV shows! I'm evangelizing Fringe to her--aw, man, watching the first season is a lot like hanging out with my old buddies--and she showed me the pilot of American Horror Story, which appears to be a show rooted firmly in the Unlikable People Making Bad Decisions genre.** I may have to keep going on it just to see what the hell kind of genre it's actually going for. But hey, no matter what it's good to be watching Fringe again. And even better to be hanging out with my friend again!

*So-called by myself and my siblings because in the Wind Waker game your Grandma makes the soup for you after you give her a fairy. I'm sure they didn't mean that she made the soup out of the fairy, but well ...

**Also it seems that its opening title music is played largely by those springy things on the bottom corners of doors that are supposed to keep the door from banging into the wall. An interesting choice.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Science!)
Batch #3 worked! I have brewed a passable ginger ale. I made soda!

Okay, it was just from an extract, but hey! I got the bubbles into the bottle. That's a pretty entertaining achievement. (I have to say, using yeast feels a little bit like raising sea monkeys. You get the same sense of having a mass of tiny pets. Except then I freeze and drink these. I am a capricious god.)

Anyway, I have discovered that there are drawbacks to using half-liter plastic bottles. For one thing, I can taste plastic. This has been my curse since I was a kid: I always feel soda (or, in fact, any beverage) is better in cans or glass bottles. And for another, there is no way I am going to drink even half a liter of soda at a time, and once I open one the flatness begins to creep in.

So for my next experiment, I have gotten myself a couple dozen 12-ounce glass bottles* and a bottle capper. This way I can open a smaller bottle each time I want a cream soda--my next extract attempt. Plus, it is super fun to put the caps on the bottles.

I'll probably try to calibrate my skills with a few more extract sodas, on account of I have all these extracts lying around. But I'm getting interested in trying some of the recipes in my books. Got me some various barks and roots and things. I think there's even a recipe in one of them that uses garden roots, like carrots and parsnips and beets and whatnot.

That's right, you heard me.


BWAHAHAHAHA *lightning crash*

I may be having too much fun with this.

*Every time I have to buy something that comes in a bottle I'm gonna use once and throw away, I think about how much bullshit I have to go through to get just ONE DAMN BOTTLE in a Zelda game. An Empty Bottle is the ULTIMATE treasure. I will battle ghosts and race beavers and break into houses and chase burglars, all for the chance to get a FUCK YEAH EMPTY BOTTLE. Oh, you say you've got some Gold Dust for me so that I can upgrade my sword to its ultimate stabbiness? That's nice--HOLY SHIT IS THAT A BOTTLE AROUND THE GOLD DUST? OH, HELL YES. I can put all KINDS of shit in there!

... It's enough to make one feel like an ungrateful slob when tossing out a bottle after a single use without a second thought..
bloodyrosemccoy: (Calvin And Uncle Joker)
My sister says she loves the way I collect hobbies. I got a new one for Xmas, too! Dad was having so much fun making wine that I decided I wanted to have some fun too, of the nonalcoholic kind.

So I got me some soda-brewing stuff!

Mostly I got it on the principle of Why The Hell Not. Brewing always seemed like it'd be a lot of fun, but you may remember that I am not terribly fond of alcohol, what with the way it mixes with my Fukitol and makes me fall down.* Plus, I always wanted to see for myself how you get the bubbles into the soda. (I can't have been the only kid who wondered this.)

So I have been testing it out! So far I have only been working with the ready-made extracts of ginger and sarsaparilla** and such, because they're quick to make and it's less disappointing to fuck 'em up. And since I'm just starting, I'm fucking up some, though I think I'm doing it on a precisely calibrated learning curve. The mixtures seem okay, but I am not getting the carbonation I want from it. Partly that's because I have yet to form any frame of reference for how carbonated to get it, and partly it's because, as I realized only after I had started to bottle the first batch, that I have one rather awkward hangup that might become a liability to this hobby: I am terrified of balloons.

No, really. I have no idea why, of all the traumatic events in my life, a half-remembered, possibly unreal incident would be the one to burn its way into my autonomic nervous systerm. That terrible car crash when I was six? Eh. The time I had the police looking for me and failed at Stranger Danger? Traumatically embarrassing, but hey, I was seven and anyway it all turned out fine. The day I watched Dad staple Mom's big scary head wound back together? I thought that was pretty entertaining. But ONE ill-advised attempt to carry a balloon in my teeth at age two, and ever after that I'm doomed to have physical anxiety attacks around the stupid things.

And, as it turns out, my fear of loud pressurized bangs extends to the possibility of exploding soda bottles. (Especially the plastic ones--for some reason I'm LESS afraid of shards of glass erupting all over the place, because this is not a rational fear. But I don't have any glass bottles. Yet.) So I've been extremely conservative about when to turn off the yeast, which has so far resulted in undercarbonated beverages. (Mom pronounces them to be just fine, but since Mom likes lukewarm flat soda, that means I've got a long way to go.)

But! I'm continuing on, because learning through experimentation is FUN, (like I did with pizza!) and anyway soda is delicious. I've ordered some more complicated ingredients to try when I get this carbonation thing figured out, and now that my sister has left again, we can use her bathtub to store the bottles so that if they DO explode, they will be 1) contained, and 2) upstairs, far away from my Bat Cave, where they will only scare OTHER members of the family. This is an improvement.

Anyway, I'll let you guys know how it goes! And if you hear loud bangs from my house, don't worry. It's just exploding sody pop.

*This is a handy excuse, but the truth is I just don't like alcohol very much.

**One problem with this hobby is that I really hate the words "sarsaparilla" and "sassafras." What the hell, Spanish? Why you gotta make it sound like people's mouths are full of marbles? Maybe I can start referring to the sassafras as saxifrage, because that's slightly less annoying to say and also reminds me of Kim Stanley Robinson's fun character Sax Russell.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Calvin And Uncle Joker)
On Tuesday I'll be traveling to California for to visit my siblings and some extended family for Thanksgiving! Haven't seen my 96-year-old grandmother since she was, like, 92. I'm taking along my ocarina and one of the dolls to start conversations.

And I'll be taking the train! See, I really fucking hate air travel, because do I really need to finish this sentence? So I figure that taking a train instead will at least afford me new and different ways to be stressed out and inconvenienced.

Anyway, also gonna be in the Bay Area for a couple days. I know I've got a few LJ folks in that vicinity, too. Perhaps I'll see y'all there! Anything is possible when you're riding a train!
bloodyrosemccoy: (Sweet Moves)
This year Dad’s vineyard produced some actual grapes! It wasn’t a lot (Dad later realized that he technically should not have any grapes, since in the second year you’re supposed to prune ‘em off to give them energy to grow. But hey—grapes!) Over the past few weeks, Dad had been using his refractometer to try to judge the sugar level in the fruits to see when he should harvest. He’d stand around squinting into the thing and screw up his whole face like some sea captain contemplating distant ships.

ME: ARRR, the white whale! Avast, there, matey! Be the grapes ready fer the harrrrvest?

Alfred Hitchcock's The Grapes of Wrath )
bloodyrosemccoy: (Calvin And Uncle Joker)
So yesterday Mom offered to help me not crash and burst into flames while I tried out my skates for the first time. So I strapped on the Safety Stuff, which is not fooling my autonomic nervous system and its RED ALERT mode at ALL, put on the skates, gingerly tried them out--

--and every single neighbor I have suddenly materialized at the end of my driveway to kibitz. Like fucking MAGIC.

I may have to do some unlearning here. I used to be able to ice skate and rollerblade without falling over and dying, but it seems that quad skates require a different balance and propulsion--just enough to confuse the hell out of me. The last time I wore quad skates it was probably those Fisher-Price blue-and-yellow jobs designed to go over your velcro'd Osh Kosh B'gosh shoes, the ones with the orange wheels that did not actually roll, and the most you could get out of them was a sort of dragging shuffle. These skates actually GO places. It is going to take some doing to figure out how to go WITH them.

I'll get it done, though. I kind of love the feeling of Getting Better With Practice. Not so much the feeling of pavement in my teeth, though--which is just added incentive to get this right.

ETA: I got the white pair of these. Which only come in men's sizes. Because nothing is manlier than rainbow-laced pink-wheeled roller skates, dammit.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Calvin And Uncle Joker)
So I just bought myself a pair of roller skates. Because, you know, you only live once.

Although conceivably you also live a lot longer if you don't decide it'd be a great idea to remove any possible traction keeping your head from slamming into the ground. I don't really understand the YOLO sentiment, is what I'm sayin'.

Now to go find a place where I can make a fool of myself in private until I get this somewhat figured out.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Xenofairies)
What I Learned Since the Spring Equinox:

  • There are a number of strategies being suggested for towing asteroids away from Earth. I can't decide if my favorite is gravity snare, where you send up something that has enough mass to tow the asteroid with gravity, or big Space Lasso.

  • The Good Samaritan who helps Dairine in High Wizardry is, in fact, supposed to be the Fifth Doctor.

  • The term for when someone blanks out and appears to be conscious but unresponsive to the people around them is dissociative stupor.

  • Museums are really concerned with pest control. Which makes sense, but I had never thought about it before.

  • When you post a job listing, it's probably better to figure out what you want the prospective employee or intern to do before putting it up.

  • Since the Iranian Revolution, there has been a ridiculously high spike in multiple sclerosis among Iranian women. This is likely due to a lack of vitamin D caused by wearing sun-blocking burqas all the damn time. Talk about unintended consequences.

  • There is catnip in our garden.

  • The symbolic food of a Passover seder is not intended to be the main Passover meal. Which is good, because I also learned what food is acceptable for the Passover plate, and it hardly makes a good meal anyway.

  • Nobody ever remembers that the T-rex in Jurassic Park is female, even though it is explicitly pointed out.

  • Deep-frying is actually fairly easy; it's the battering/coating that is annoying.

  • Although it is made slightly less so with the use of chopsticks.

  • You're supposed to replace thyme plants every 3-4 years lest they get all woody. I don't know, I'm so impressed that my thyme has lasted this long that I'd feel kinda bad replacing it.

  • The Europeans call moose "elks." I have no idea what they call elks. Europeans are so confused.

  • "These aren't the droids we're looking for." - Launchpad McQuack, apparently

  • Water can deflect bullets! Mostly because they tend to shatter on impact, which is kind of awesome.

  • Sealed soda bottle with a little dry ice + water = EXPLODE

  • The butterfly that employs mimicking the monarch is called the viceroy. They used to think the viceroy was mimicking the more poisonous monarch, but evidently the viceroy's got some poison in it, too.

  • Butterfly namers have a thing for bureaucratic hierarchy, what with all the queens and viceroys and admirals and soldiers and emperors and whatnot. I swear at this point I would not be surprised to find that there is a Minister Of Agriculture and Transportation Butterfly.

  • Unlike almost every other video game, Zelda II: The Adventure of Link did not prove itself to be easier now that I'm well past kindergarten.

bloodyrosemccoy: (Baby Phineas)
So I did, in fact, start my internship this weekend.

Somehow my job description of Creating A Database Of Museum Outreach Contacts manifested itself as Explaining How Monarch Butterflies and Viceroy Butterflies Employ Mimicry To Hordes Of Adorable Girl Scouts.

... Yeah, I have even less idea what I am doing than I did earlier this week. But hey, I got to meet some extremely dedicated eight-year-old scientists, so that was fun.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Geek On)
Hey everybody! Guess who has become a paid intern!

Also, me! I am a paid intern at one of the many museums around here!


Remember how I spent like six months being Neighbor Cat's only friend and food-supplier? Apparently my tireless dedication to keeping a lonely little cat fed and relatively sane impressed Neighbor Lady's family so much that one of them, who is a bigshot at one of the many museums around here, scored me an interview. While she seemed to be doing it as a charity case, the guy who actually interviewed me was profoundly excited. The interview went pretty much like this:

ME: Yo! I am here for my job int--

I have the feeling Museum Dude is in a little over his head.

Anyway, nothing boosts your confidence like someone getting really excited by your resume. Although I must admit, I was completely baffled right at first. I'd forgotten that the whole point of job interviews is that sometimes you get jobs out of them. WEIRD.

But once I got over my confusion at actually having a job, I decided it's nice to have something going on--and something a little closer to home, at that. I might only be a data-entry intern, but it sounds like there is plenty of room for advancement.

Plus, it's all about using spreadsheets. That's, like, my HOBBY. I was MADE for this.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Hobbit Approved)
I have learned how to deep fry beer-battered chicken.

Thanks, XKCD!

Yeah, this is pretty much exactly what it's like.
bloodyrosemccoy: (Xenofairies)
What I Learned Since The Winter Solstice

  • Dyslexia can cause difficulty in word retrieval in speech as well as in writing.

  • The original edition of The Hobbit mentioned policemen. For some reason, I find this far weirder than the business I already knew about the Riddles in the Dark scene being so much less awesome at first.

  • Lisa Frank is still around, but she's gotten rather weird.

  • Retired AG items are on eBay for reasonable prices, and apparently inside I am still ten years old and WANTING them.

  • Yuri Gagarin's flight into space was even more awesome than I thought, because it turns out his reentry strategy was basically to jump back to Earth.

  • Fi, from Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword, apparently does have real arms under her wings/cape.

  • Netting requires its own special knots.

  • The history of matches is long and crazy, and features poison, disintegrating jaws, and explosions. Which is kind of awesome.

  • I don't have astigmatism; I just have myopia. This means I do not have football-shaped eyeballs; they are simply oblate spheroids.

  • It is possible to get completely absorbed just classifying the hell out of images of distant galaxies. For SCIENCE!

  • Snow can smash up your roof pretty impressively.

  • You can totally make yourself a fluffernutter on the International Space Station.

  • Prescription sunglasses are the bomb.

  • MRI chambers act as Faraday cages to keep out external radio forces.

  • Speaking of MRIs, apparently dybbuks show up on them.

  • Oswald the Lucky Rabbit is the most adorable plushie ever made.

  • The term for delicious potato chips and cream puffs and other such things is "supernormal releaser," which is a fancy way of saying "too much of a good thing," since back in Ye Olden Times it was really difficult to come across fat and salt and sugar, so your body is still convinced it should stuff them into your face whenever you come across them. That I knew, but I didn't know the term for them.

  • Writing on a deadline, even a self-imposed one, is rough.

  • Horror movies in theaters are a very different experience from horror movies alone in your room in the dark.

  • Maurice Ravel's Piano Concerto for the Left Hand in D major is an impressive bit of music to watch being performed.*

  • Cats and toy trains are natural enemies.

  • My confusion regarding a certain specific idiom in Irish accents is a direct result of David Eddings' confusion regarding the same.  When I learned that the phrase "I'm after [verb]ing" meant "I've just been [verb]ing," I thought for some reason it was counter-intuitive--it seemed like it should mean "I'm gonna [verb]"--but I didn't know why.  It's only after rereading The Belgariad and Malloreon that I realized that it's because Eddings uses the expression in his "Wacite brogue" accent, where it does mean "I'm gonna [verb]."  I picked up that meaning in junior high and it stuck with me after I'd forgotten the source.**

  • In Tolkien's mythos, Fëanor was the one who came up with the Tengwar. Yet another addition to the list of atrocities he perpetrated on the Firstborn of Ilúvatar.

  • Popes can retire.

  • Mister Rogers answered every single letter he got. Which is a gargantuan task, because by god he was MISTER ROGERS.

*I've always rather wanted to see that one. It gets mentioned on an episode of M*A*S*H and I was always intrigued by the idea of writing a concerto for someone who had lost their right hand. So when my friend invited me to the symphony, I was not disappointed when they changed the program due to the pianist's having an injury on his right hand because hey, that meant I finally got to hear the left-handed piece.

**Even back then I knew that Eddings had some fanciful ideas about linguistics, but I did not notice that one specifically.


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