There was a plastic Easter egg full of candy in the compost.

I made this soba veggie salad, plus bean sprouts.

Scott brought a pepperoni pizza.

Marck made dinner! He made pasta broccoli. It was tasty! Choppin' broc-co-li. Then we watched part of Moonraker. Albert Broc-co-li.

I sent author a friendly end-of-book email that, after discussing some stylistic stuff, told him that some of the language made me uncomfortable, that I realize that a certain character had to be a jerk to create moral ambiguity and tension for the plot, but that the protagonist assumed that character would be a jerk before he had reason to, and ( Read more... )

Book has taken a turn for the racist. I'm uncomfortable. I guess I just plow ahead and hope that, at the conclusion, everyone realizes the way they viewed Muslims was wrong. If they don't, I'm not sure what to do.

I'm freelance proofreading these silly trashy thrillers. They're terrible, but they're pretty entertaining, and it's easy work. The last one I did was occasionally a little sexist, but not really more so than most of the genre tends to be (a lot of helpless women). So, ok, fine ( Read more... )

Melissa: "Hey, what've we been doing?"
Laura: "Oh, I don't know, I've been sick."
Melissa: "Oh! I was in China."
Laura: "Oh!"
Melissa: "This is going to be rough."
Laura: "Yeah it is."

And it was.

the first compost turn of the season, and it feels so good. The wormy worms seemed to have survived the winter, and possibly multiplied. Good for them.

A question: I was making this (low fat!) cream of broccoli soup that called for sour cream. I didn't have any, but I had light cream and a lemon, and I've made buttermilk substitutions with milk and lemon juice, so I figured that would do. I squeezed the lemon into the cream, and then let it sit while I did all the rest of my chopping and such. ( Read more... )

Which shall I read: Ravished or Almost a Princess?