intertribal: (i'd rather die)
Jan what are you watching?
 me indonesian cryptozoology show
 Jan ok
i'm getting ready to go get some lunch soon
 me yum
 Jan you think?
 me no
i think they're hunting for a giant
or a giant something
gurita?
the fuck is that?
 Jan idk
but it's cryptozoology
maybe it's an alien
 me mm
 Jan or a leftover dinosaur
or a variation on the burrito
 me ok
 Jan really?
 me giant burrito is swimming in caves in eastern indonesia
DEFINITELY THAT
 Jan yummy
big party time
 me kinda slimy i would think
this is the most ridiculous conversation we've ever had
 Jan maybe it wears water proof tortillas
ok, i'm out of it
 me clearly you want a burrito
intertribal: (something in my eye)
My mother is listening to Christmas music while vacuuming (don't ask me how!).  I just went to three different stores to get some fucking chocolate sprinkles (non-existent at CVS, sold out at Hy-Vee, finally found at Target - bless you, Target, you have never failed me).  Radio is strange on Christmas Eve.  There's the really awful pop-Christmas songs (sorry, I hate them - I also don't like Trans-Siberian Orchestra's stuff), the quiet devotional stuff that plays on NPR, the rock station that doesn't know what to do except play rock that is more optimistic than usual, and 94.1, which has resorted to "Whoop!  There It Is" and "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)."  I listened to 94.1.  My cat is hiding in the basement shelving, behind the gift bags, because fuck if she's going to listen to extremely loud renditions of "Silver Bells."  There's a sugar-dusting of snow outside, but the streets are wet and the air is humid.  Because Nebraska doesn't ever know what it's doing, weather-wise.

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and Merry Survival to everyone.  Just don't end up like the people in this movie, okay?


Yes, I think that Black Christmas (1974) is actually a decent movie. 

ETA: A couple pictures of Christmas in my part of the world (my cat in the pre-assembled Christmas tree, the view outside my house 1 and 2, and the country road to my hair dresser's house).







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First off, what the hell is up with LJ's "subtitle"?  "Discover global communities of friends who share your unique passions and interests"?  Sounds like a robot took over.

So I was looking at the Culver's menu (my mother's obsessed with their ice cream), and had a good time with the pictures.  In case there are people that don't know, Culver's is a Midwestern burger chain.  As with anything Midwestern, there are weird undertones of "family values" at Culver's.  Their claim to fame is the ButterBurger.  Sounds bad, actually not that bad.  Part of their slogan: "If you’ve been to a Culver’s and experienced fresh, delicious food served with friendly smiles, you’ve been Culverized."  Yeeee-aaaah.

First we have some slab chicken on stone bread:

Next we have some alien crabs on bread:
 

 
And the winner, a sandwich to rival the worst sandwich I have ever had:

It looks awful as shit to me (true, good food to me often involves rice, but not always, and I do eat sandwiches and burgers).  I mean, McDonald's has better photos.  I'm not saying the food itself is shit, mind you - I've never had any of these particular beauties - but can we maybe invest in some better photography?  Slap some lettuce and tomatoes on this shit?  Just for the hell of it?
intertribal: (touch defiles)
Sugar, this time.  I called the red ones Go Big Red cookies, but then the green ones came and invaded in the name of Santa Claus.  So  now it's Go Big Red and Go Big Green, and I am apparently a Marshall supporter too.  But hey - who doesn't root for Marshall? Another observation: driving in the semi-frozen remnants of slushy snow (I ran out of granulated sugar midway through) is like trying to beat flour into sugar/butter.  Your wheels are the beaters, slip-sliding over the mush and barely holding traction while you pretend you're plowing tracks.
intertribal: (touch defiles)
They're Mexican wedding cookies/Russian tea cakes/ [Insert Country][Insert Event][Insert Pastry Type]. They're very delicious and melt-in-mouthy. My mom compares it to "eating mist." Powdered-sugar-mist, that is.


Bonus picture of the results of the Tuesday-Wednesday snowstorm.

intertribal: (boom boom pow)
I actually made a pie.

First pie. So far it's been this and a bundt cake.

And all by myself too. Well, except for my cat, who was unhelpful, and Christina, who came by after the pie was safely in the oven. The worst part was doubtless the whole "after 15 minutes, put foil on the outer edges of the pie crust." WTF.

ETA: Picture!

intertribal: (so fuck this shit)
"I mean if you're creative and you fail, are you creative - or are you a failure?"
intertribal: (i enjoy being a girl)
Day 1
Destroying tapes is not as fun as it sounds.  Similarly, I pity the people that have to black things out at the CIA.  Damn Sharpies never go straight across a line of text.  I wonder if there's a job for professional evidence-destroyers.  On the bright side, if you want to do Halloween as Disco Glam Sadako (and if you do, then to quote my bitchy college roommate, "who ARE you?!"), using magnetic tape for hair is not a bad idea. 

Day 2
Same with shredding paper.  Shredder machines are weenies.  "Overload" my ass.  There's PLENTY of room for more tiny paper squares.  And then of course there's the lovely habit of spitting up paper squares when one tries to dislodge the machine in order to take out the "overload" of paper squares.  Three hole punchers are similarly pathetic.  All that's left to do is shred paper with your bare hands like a Real Man (TM).

Day 3
Another day, another sports loss.  What is this, Idaho?  Come on!

Day 4
Taro-flavored popsicles, however, are amazing.  Simply the best, better than all the rest.

Day 5 - Infinity
Repeat Days 1-4.
intertribal: (i enjoy being a girl)
Otherwise I'm a lactose-intolerant vegetarian that doesn't eat vegetables and abstains from sugar. 

According to this gal, anyway.


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