Embroidery Is Cool

I love Jenny Hart's embroidery portraits, especially the one of the White Stripes.

Finished Pie

Finished Pie, originally uploaded by baglady.

Yumm... especially with vanilla bean ice cream.

White Peach & Blueberry Pie

White Peach & Blueberry Pie, originally uploaded by baglady.

I made a summer fruit pie from white peaches and blueberries. I used the recipe from "Best Recipes" with my own slights changes. Other ingredients included tapioca, candied ginger and of course, butter. Cooks Illustrated asserted that tapioca was the best thickener for the pie. The peaches weren't very ripe and I could have gotten away with only 3 Tbsp instead of 4. A friend had given me candied ginger for my last Thanksgiving turkey brine and I used the rest up in the pie. The only mistake I made was forgetting an egg wash. Pies look so much nicer a big more golden and shiny. I used a sea shell for the scalloped edging.

Chair Hint for Le Grande Asperge

from Bob Dylan's (and often covered) "Make You Feel My Love":

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rollin' sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love

Umlauts in Heavy Metal

One of my friends claimed there was such an article in Wikipedia and here, I found it: A heavy metal umlaut is an umlaut over a letter in the name of a heavy metal band.... The first band that came to mind for me was Husker Du. I'm too lazy (and tired as aforementioned) to put in the umlauts, so let's pretend they are there.

I'm Too Tired...

to think of something interesting to say. So I'll just add this filler to make it appear as if the baglady is up and blogging about something really important in a very witty way. Wonder if this will look long enough. Maybe a few more words. Okay this is really the last bit of filler.

Nicest Words in the English Language

One of my friends was telling me some famous author thought there weren't any nicer words in the English language than "cellar door".

I think my favorite are, "I'm on my way".

Quote of the Day

From Coopa on Kevin's sysadmin prowess, "... he locks some shiznit down".

Last Memory

WARNING: SLIGHT MOVIE SPOILER

Watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again. I love that movie. One of the coolest scenes is when Joel remembers talking in bed with Clementine and they are so close and honest, he decides he wants to save at least that memory. It's when he decides to try and fight erasing Clementine from his memory. It got me wondering what memory of me would make someone not erase me.

What's John Ashcroft Been Up To?

Take a listen to the audio that automatically plays when you launch the CHP site. I have the utmost respect for law enforcement. The awarding of speeding tickets aside, they pull drunk drivers off the road and chase down all sorts of bad people. Don't there deserve a better song?!

Smores Advice

Don't eat smores with the hand you use for the trackpad (while computing). Sticky situation.

Underarm Wetness

This has to be the worst underarm wetness I've seen in a long time and quite prominently displayed. It's linked from the Wikpedia Foundation's candidate's statements page.

Included here for those too lazy to click the link. You can make it out just right of the post titles. The pic is too big for my template.

Poloroid-o-nizer

Are you old enough to remember poloroids?! The chunky film packs in light tight packs and waiting for the film to develop before your eyes. This takes almost as long, but is fun and worth it: Poloroid-o-nizer.

Latest Work Restroom Irritant

In June, I wrote about the bathroom whistler that cramped my style. Today brought a new experience. Our building was designed in the 1960's and women's restrooms have an extra lounge attached to them. For the longest time, the one at work had a couch and no one really used it. About five years ago, a student employee discovered a stack of very raunchy magazines next to a box of Chem Wipes on the couch. We changed the lock and converted it into a store room almost overnight.

Today I needed to get some materials for an upcoming conference out of the bathroom storeroom. When I first unlocked the door, my key became stuck in the lock. The light over the door is out and there isn't a light inside; it was dark and the room is really dusty. With the door open, I saw that what I needed was out of reach. Kevin was able to help me get my key out of the lock and I went and found a ladder. The second time the door opened much easier and I quickly set up the ladder. While I was coming into the bathroom, I could hear a lot of loud farting from the only person in there. For men reading, it's not typical for women to be so loud when other's are around. I understand men let it rip, but not women usually unless it is a gastic necessity. I was put off a little, but figured the poor creature better release all of that air rather than worry about what I would think.

I got to the second to last step on the ladder and reached for the box I needed. Almost exactly at the same time, the woman farted again (really loudly) and my cell phone rang. I exclaimed, "You've got to be kidding me!", over my dismay at the inopportunely timed cell phone call. The woman must have though that I was at my whit's end with her gas, because she then started saying "Excuse me" after each big gasser from that point on. It was echoey in the bathroom/storeroom and I was also worried the person on the call would think I was farting while talking. I'm glad I only need to go into the storeroom a few times a year. Hanging out in public restrooms is not my idea of entertainment. If the person was one of my coworkers and ever reads this, 1,000 apologies for blogging about your "business".

Korn is Not Coldplay

I was attempting to find the words for Coldplay's "In My Place", but instead found Korn's "Reclaim My Place". Korn seems to make use of vulgar phraseology rather than the inventive illusions of Coldplay. Par example:

In the past I was known as a freak.
Had no friends, picked on 'cause I was weak.
Save my ass, I got into this band.

I've never, ever seen something like this at the end of a song:

What the fuck?! (x12)

Cheese Puffs Constant

Cheese puffs ingested and digested will always go straight to your butt and stay there. They might even keep that lumpy texture... even the reduced fat ones from Trader Joes with microbial rennet, whatever that is.

Let the Sun Shine, Let the Sun Shine In...

Five years ago, I bought a car that *happened* to have drug dealer tinting on the front windows. It's so dark, that if I'm turning at night, I sometimes have to roll down my window to look out it. It's been nice not getting a sunburn on my left arm (only) on car trips, but it was not not getting a fix it ticket to have removed. Whoever you are, Mr. CHP man, thank you for the encouragement that I could do it myself. Using a DIY web tutorial, I removed both window's tinting in about an hour. Didn't scratch the glass (go me!), but I inhaled a lot of 409 spraying down the windows. It was as described, a gross mess that took a whole roll of paper towels and 4 razor blades. Thank goodness for the little gadget I have for scraping down the stovetop. Only one small nick on a finger.

Luke, I would have used up one of my birthday hours on this!

Here's Looking at You, Kid...

Independent Toes, originally uploaded by baglady.

My tribute to a neat lady who died last Sunday. In your color, Barbara, with designs. (Red is my favorite color for toes too).