Yesterday, I made up a bowl containing the last of the coconut sorbet Amanda gave me in New York and the last of the brownies Lincoln and I made in Chicago. It was a well-traveled dessert. It was also a fairly large dessert, and I got sick of sugar halfway through and stuck the rest of it in the freezer, still in the bowl and with the spoon for easy access later.
Just now, I removed it from the freezer and took a bite. Immediately, I knew something was wrong.
"Cwap," I said, the metal spoon stuck to my tongue.
Mike, confused, began to applaud.
I breathed on the spoon until it warmed up enough to dislodge from my tongue, sadly still taking a few taste buds with it. "Crap," I repeated.
"Oh," said Mike.
Just now, I removed it from the freezer and took a bite. Immediately, I knew something was wrong.
"Cwap," I said, the metal spoon stuck to my tongue.
Mike, confused, began to applaud.
I breathed on the spoon until it warmed up enough to dislodge from my tongue, sadly still taking a few taste buds with it. "Crap," I repeated.
"Oh," said Mike.
Help with laptop resuscitation?
Nov. 20th, 2009 01:59 pmThe entry Mike just posted, c&p'd in the hopes that someone on my flist might be able to help out:
Posting this from Julia's computer.
So yesterday afternoon the screen of my laptop (Inspiron 1721) suddenly went black. No odd noises, no minor glitches leading up to it. It just suddenly blinked out. I powered off and back on, and it won't start. I've turned it on and off several times, waiting for various intervals in between. The power light's on, and there's... the usual sounds it makes when it starts, for the most part, but the hard drive light stays off and the screen stays black - except for one random time when the Dell startup screen came and went as usual before the screen went back to black.
It's been randomly BSoDing maybe once or twice a week for as long as I can remember (at least as far back as January), but I'd been writing that off as just a thing PCs did.
Things Google has led me to believe I should try: Battery's relatively healthy and fully charged, if the gauge lights are any indication. AC adapter looks good. Reseating the memory hasn't had an effect. Pressing Fn as I turn it on is supposed to launch diagnostics - it causes Caps and Num Lock lights to blink and Scroll Lock to shine steadily, but I can't find anywhere that lists what, if anything, that might mean.
Does anyone have any advice?
Posting this from Julia's computer.
So yesterday afternoon the screen of my laptop (Inspiron 1721) suddenly went black. No odd noises, no minor glitches leading up to it. It just suddenly blinked out. I powered off and back on, and it won't start. I've turned it on and off several times, waiting for various intervals in between. The power light's on, and there's... the usual sounds it makes when it starts, for the most part, but the hard drive light stays off and the screen stays black - except for one random time when the Dell startup screen came and went as usual before the screen went back to black.
It's been randomly BSoDing maybe once or twice a week for as long as I can remember (at least as far back as January), but I'd been writing that off as just a thing PCs did.
Things Google has led me to believe I should try: Battery's relatively healthy and fully charged, if the gauge lights are any indication. AC adapter looks good. Reseating the memory hasn't had an effect. Pressing Fn as I turn it on is supposed to launch diagnostics - it causes Caps and Num Lock lights to blink and Scroll Lock to shine steadily, but I can't find anywhere that lists what, if anything, that might mean.
Does anyone have any advice?
That's Our Mike!
Oct. 28th, 2009 08:45 pmMe: Want a sip of my cranberry juice? *offers cup*
Mike: Sure. *sips*
Me: Had you ever had cranberry juice before that?
Mike: I had not.
Me: I keep it in the fridge, you know. I have ever since you moved here. It never occurred to you to try it?
Mike: Not really. It's not the sort of thing I would seek out to taste.
(five minutes later)
Mike: *looks at psychology textbook on the coffee table* I wonder what that tastes like.
Mike: Sure. *sips*
Me: Had you ever had cranberry juice before that?
Mike: I had not.
Me: I keep it in the fridge, you know. I have ever since you moved here. It never occurred to you to try it?
Mike: Not really. It's not the sort of thing I would seek out to taste.
(five minutes later)
Mike: *looks at psychology textbook on the coffee table* I wonder what that tastes like.
"Okay! Once upon a time, there was a fairy princess named Roy. She had a magic wand, and whenever it touched something, it turned it into the same thing, but .01 times bigger.
This flagrant disregard for the law of conservation of matter got Roy kicked out of fairy princess school. But she went off somewhere else and became a chef. The wand landed a deal doing shows in Vegas. But more people went to see the chef. So that was all good.
Meanwhile, there was a dragon. It liked gold. Because, you know, it was a dragon, and it had needs. It needed a pile of gold to sit on, or lay in.
One day the dragon was flying around. 'Boy,' it said, 'I sure am flying around!' It liked to narrate itself. It was kind of a weird dragon. Then it landed on a rock. 'Boy,' it said, 'this sure is a rock!'
'You didn't really need to announce that,' said the rock, because this is a story about fairy princesses and dragons, and so of course rocks can talk.
'Wait,' said the sky. 'Why can't I talk? ...oh. Never mind.' And the sky was not heard from again in this story.
The dragon and the rock started walking down the path, except for the rock, which couldn't walk because it was a rock. It just sat there. Further along the path was a knight with a sword. 'I am a knight that slays dragons!' he said. 'Wooooo!'
'Wooooo!' said the sword.
'Oh no!' said the dragon, 'I am going to be slain! Wait, I'm a dragon. Why am I walking on a path?' And he flew away.
The knight looked up at the dragon flying away and said, 'Wooooo! Wooooo... woo." Then he tripped and fell over. He was okay, though, because he was wearing armor. It was padded armor, for in case of tripping.
The sword got a little bit chipped, though.
The end."
This flagrant disregard for the law of conservation of matter got Roy kicked out of fairy princess school. But she went off somewhere else and became a chef. The wand landed a deal doing shows in Vegas. But more people went to see the chef. So that was all good.
Meanwhile, there was a dragon. It liked gold. Because, you know, it was a dragon, and it had needs. It needed a pile of gold to sit on, or lay in.
One day the dragon was flying around. 'Boy,' it said, 'I sure am flying around!' It liked to narrate itself. It was kind of a weird dragon. Then it landed on a rock. 'Boy,' it said, 'this sure is a rock!'
'You didn't really need to announce that,' said the rock, because this is a story about fairy princesses and dragons, and so of course rocks can talk.
'Wait,' said the sky. 'Why can't I talk? ...oh. Never mind.' And the sky was not heard from again in this story.
The dragon and the rock started walking down the path, except for the rock, which couldn't walk because it was a rock. It just sat there. Further along the path was a knight with a sword. 'I am a knight that slays dragons!' he said. 'Wooooo!'
'Wooooo!' said the sword.
'Oh no!' said the dragon, 'I am going to be slain! Wait, I'm a dragon. Why am I walking on a path?' And he flew away.
The knight looked up at the dragon flying away and said, 'Wooooo! Wooooo... woo." Then he tripped and fell over. He was okay, though, because he was wearing armor. It was padded armor, for in case of tripping.
The sword got a little bit chipped, though.
The end."
...and that problem is feet.
Oct. 13th, 2009 01:51 amMe: *wearing my "I <3 Orlando" socks*
Mike: You heart Orlando?
Me: Ava got them for me in Thailand.
Mike: Because Thai people love Orlando?
Me: They have all sorts of cheap tourist junk there. I guess it doesn't matter that it's not Thai cheap tourist junk.
Mike: That's like having a bakery where you get discounts on cakes that say "Happy Birthday Claude." Unless your name is Claude, there's no point.
Mike: You heart Orlando?
Me: Ava got them for me in Thailand.
Mike: Because Thai people love Orlando?
Me: They have all sorts of cheap tourist junk there. I guess it doesn't matter that it's not Thai cheap tourist junk.
Mike: That's like having a bakery where you get discounts on cakes that say "Happy Birthday Claude." Unless your name is Claude, there's no point.
A bedtime lullaby
Sep. 23rd, 2009 11:12 pmMike and I were cuddling before going to sleep, and I asked him to sing me a lullaby. This is what he came up with on the spot:
Hush, little Julia, don't say a word
Mike is gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
Mike is gonna buy you some other thing
And if that other thing falls down
Mike is gonna buy you the color brown
And if the color brown turns black
Mike is prob'ly gonna have to take it back
And if they don't accept exchanges
Mike is gonna go to the mountain ranges
And if he has a skiing accident and breaks his arm
Mike is gonna buy you a walnut farm
And if the walnut farm grows pecans
Mike is gonna buy you the Tour de France
And if the Tour de France has charges of doping
Mike is just gonna sit around moping
And if he happens to cheer back up
Mike is gonna... something something... Debra Rupp.
Hush, little Julia, don't say a word
Mike is gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
Mike is gonna buy you some other thing
And if that other thing falls down
Mike is gonna buy you the color brown
And if the color brown turns black
Mike is prob'ly gonna have to take it back
And if they don't accept exchanges
Mike is gonna go to the mountain ranges
And if he has a skiing accident and breaks his arm
Mike is gonna buy you a walnut farm
And if the walnut farm grows pecans
Mike is gonna buy you the Tour de France
And if the Tour de France has charges of doping
Mike is just gonna sit around moping
And if he happens to cheer back up
Mike is gonna... something something... Debra Rupp.
Gratuitous cuteness
May. 22nd, 2009 09:29 pmsorryihaveacat: Hey, baby.
ProjectylNPL: Hey hey!
ProjectylNPL: *atomic cuddle*
sorryihaveacat: A really really tiny one? Or one that kills people?
sorryihaveacat: Either way, I think I prefer mine regular.
ProjectylNPL: It was just a really intense one. Like Atomic Fireball candy.
ProjectylNPL: Or... something?
ProjectylNPL: Or maybe it was every atom cuddling every other atom?
sorryihaveacat: I think this sums us up pretty well. The first thing you think of is candy. The first thing I think of is molecular physics, followed closely by murder and destruction.
ProjectylNPL: *snerks like mad*
ProjectylNPL: Hey hey!
ProjectylNPL: *atomic cuddle*
sorryihaveacat: A really really tiny one? Or one that kills people?
sorryihaveacat: Either way, I think I prefer mine regular.
ProjectylNPL: It was just a really intense one. Like Atomic Fireball candy.
ProjectylNPL: Or... something?
ProjectylNPL: Or maybe it was every atom cuddling every other atom?
sorryihaveacat: I think this sums us up pretty well. The first thing you think of is candy. The first thing I think of is molecular physics, followed closely by murder and destruction.
ProjectylNPL: *snerks like mad*
This boy is twenty-two years old.
Apr. 13th, 2008 07:51 pmThings
projectyl Has Never Ingested
1. Sushi
2. Macaroni and cheese
3. Mustard
4. Lasagna
5. Potato salad
6. Avocados
7. Mushrooms
8. Alcohol
9. Coleslaw
This summer, there will be an Intervention.
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2. Macaroni and cheese
4. Lasagna
9. Coleslaw
This summer, there will be an Intervention.