And, by the way, congrats, because you clearly have more discipline than I do.

Just returned from a weekend in Austin. I spent far too much money on food, more than I can afford to waste, but these Austin excursions—and the fried pickles—keep me alive. I found the cutest bakery/café, where they had these HEAVENLY macarons. The lavender flavored ones? Could make me launch a thousand ships.

Also, there’s this pizza place on South Congress called Home Slice. Best pizza in Texas. Not stretching the truth, not even a little bit.

Now I’m baking fudgy coffee brownies , recipe from Epicurious.com, because I’m a shameless glut. And for dinner? Tuetano. That’s bone marrow, for all you non-Spanish-speaking kids out there. Seriously, I eat enough fat and sugar to sustain a small European country.

BTW, no post on TVD this past week because, frankly, the whole episode was bit of a meh-fest for me. Any thoughts/feelings I might have had were articulated better elsewhere, so. Boring episodes just happen, I guess. They can’t all make me want to flip a table.

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Who comes up with the names for these episodes? I need to send this person a fruit basket.


( TVD 3x11 )


So. Verdict: I want Klaus to have my babies. I heart me some psycho killers. I
REGRET NOTHING.

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So. Almost done with Skins seasons three and four, and. I can't express. Really. I should be painting on a cave wall somewhere, because I am a fucking CROMAGNON, this show is so good.

Sure, some stuff is patently ridiculous, like, say, the teachers and parents and, whatever, things. And PANDORA, because GOD that creature is a joke. But otherwise really, really great. That “Freddie” episode in series 4? I was in TEARS, my son. TEARS. Effy, babygirl, you’re no Faith, but you are nevertheless my second favoritest woobie ever. AND COOK. AND FREDDIE. I want to pet you. The three of you. TOGETHER.

Have yet to watch the series four season finale, though. Kinda biting my nails here.

Be warned, I'm on a flippant streak. It's just that kind of day.

( TVD 3.10 )


Well, it wasn’t Ordinary People, but nothing ever is, so.

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So I created a DW account. Fuelforflight, not fuel_for_flight. This will still be my primary journal, though—I’m covering my bases, in case of a mass-migration or something.

Moving on.

New year’s was great, Christmas with my mom’s side of the family not so much. I do love them, they just…bore me? Not a very exciting bunch. Or maybe they just sort of wash out when compared to my dad’s side, I’m not sure. My dad’s people are a truly Dionysian lot, and they kind of make my other family look like some sort of temperance league. I’m always having to watch how much I drink, what I say, how I dress. So yeah, I would have preferred to spend Christmas with the less judgy family.

Still, my mom rarely gets to see her sisters or parents, and it was kind of nice to catch up, so that was okay. We live in Texas and they live in Mexico, so getting together can be difficult.

We stopped by my family’s ranch after Christmas, also in Mexico. We haven’t been able to visit in a while, what with the cartel wars and all. But the military has been doing a decent job lately, and there were soldiers stationed outside the ranch, so it was (relatively) safe. In any case, it was nice to go back, spend a few days away from civilization. There’s poor reception, and no internet whatsoever, and I managed to do some reading. Robin McKinley and Diana Wynne Jones, great holiday sitting-next-to-the-fireplace stuff.

Oh, and KindleFire for Christmas! I’ve had playing with, but I need to get a good cover for it before I take it anywhere.

So Christopher Hitchens died. I‘m sad. As in, very very, and I’m not just saying that either. He changed my life, hackneyed as that may sound. I was almost in tears when I found out about his death Thursday evening---he died at the Anderson Cancer Center here in Texas, one of the best cancer research centers in the world, and even they couldn’t postpone the inevitable forever. I really wish I could have met him. I looked him up on YouTube the night he died, some footage from an atheist convention in Houston, and he looked just ghastly. This was a man who enjoyed his food and drink, famously so, but in the video---he was positively skeletal, his face owlish. His voice was raspy, kept fading out. It was horrifying. It’s truly horrifying what disease can do to a person.

I’ll miss him. Very much. That’s all, really.

In other news, got back from Austin today. Job interview, went well. Still, even if I’m offered the job, I feel terrible about leaving my current employers. They’re a blind couple, and while they cope well, I hadn’t realized how much assistance people with disabilities really need. Plus I like them, so that doesn’t help. I suppose I’ll just have to see how things unfold? I dunno.

Kind of in a bum mood today. This week. Bah.

Three things:

1. Almost done with applications. Yay!

2. Will be receiving a Kindle Fire for Christmas. It’s in its box now, but I promised I wouldn’t open it until Dec 24. Which sucks, but still. Yay!

3. BBC will be airing the first episode of Sherlock series 2 on Jan 1. Double yay! It’s been too long, Mr. Cumberbatch. I missed my high functioning sociopath.

That’s all for now. Back to work.

This. I am AWESTRUCK. This calls for a totally non-ironic slow clap.

Lululemon, I can scarcely afford your sales rack, but you’ve got a new customer here.

The complaints below the post are frankly laughable. The really ironic part is that these are all relatively affluent people, people who can afford to buy expensive yoga gear, all complaining of the system that enables them to do continue to do so.

Thanksgiving was a shitshow, in the best sense. Family does lunch instead of dinner, so the drinking/eating began at around 2 o’ clock. All twenty of my cousins were present, plus all the aunts and uncles, and my grandma.

Sister was missing but she’s the painfully practical sort, and thought it was retarded to spend all that money on plane ticket when she’ll be coming down in two weeks anyway.

Anyway. Shitshow.

The food was pretty good, too.

(  My Thanksgiving menu: )

Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite word is now your catchphrase.

I’m the Assistant, it looks like. Not very exciting. I need a new job. How does 'the Nanny' sound? Or 'the Arms-Dealer'? Or 'the Professor" would be good, but it'll be a few years before I get there.

I’m on my sixth regeneration, and my notable wardrobe item is a pair of moccasins. And since my suit jacket is right next to them, I’m going to include it? Moccasins and a suit jacket then.

My favorite word is ‘ricochet.’ Not sure that I like it much as a catchphrase. I think I need to come up with a new favorite word as well as a new job.