Okay, honestly, all Rorschach blots look like pelvises to me, but I tried to move beyond that. I see a coyote's head, kind of glaring menacingly at me. The more I think of it, the scarier it is. Eep!

Mango sticky rice is my favorite desert at my local Thai place.

So I decided to make some at home!
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I made my very first onigiri today! Just one to try it out, but I made a crapload of rice, so I'll probably make one or two for lunch tomorrow as well. For my filling, I used bonito flakes and soy sauce, and mixed in with the rice (which is just your typical short grain sushi rice, cooked in my rice cooker) is wasabi furikake. I had no problems shaping it like a lot of people do. . .my issue came with trying to make the nori look pretty. As you can see, I kind of failed at that. :( But that's okay, because it was delicious!

OMFG.

PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY , PEOPLE!

GET SOME.

So, saw Angels and Demons today. Was kind of crappy, as I had imagined it would be (the movies so far have been better than the books--Dan Brown is a crap writer, but I had to read these during one of my Religion and Culture classes), but HOH MAH GOD. FATHER EWAN MCGREGOR. HOH. MAH. GOD. Sammi and I just about had a Catholigasm. How about trading an hour in heaven for an eternity in hell, Father?

I have a pretty disturbing fetish. I know this. I accept it.

Sammi came over today, and I decided to make bread without my bread machine, for the first time ever. By hand! I made French peasant bread with fresh rosemary in it, and felt very 17th century peasanty. ;) I also made fresh lemonade, which is also a 17th century French creation, but, you know, not for peasants. Peasants drank barley water for fun. Mmm. Anyway, the bread turned out surprisingly good! It was much flatter than I had intended (it was supposed to be kinda. . ball shaped), but I don't think it affected the texture too much because it didn't seem dense and wasn't tough or anything. It ended up tasting a little bit like the bread at Macaroni Grill, if you've had that.

Screw wenches (Wenches: "Aye, we love screwin'!"). Also, screw being comfortable. THIS is the dress I am getting for the ren faire:

Don't want to spoil it too much (although there may be spoilers in the comments, so beware!), but tonight's episode of Lost was, for me, one of the best since the first two seasons. During commercial breaks, I would just let loose a barrage of "OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD" and, after it was over, I ran around my apartment trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

It's a good thing I live alone, m'just sayin'.

I just drove home for lunch and standing on the corner, in the rain, was an elderly woman who looked a hell of a lot like Mrs. Hawking from LOST. I don't have a constant! I'm totally going to start getting nosebleeds and brain hemorrhages now. :( Sorry everybody. See you in anothuh life, brotha and all that.

Twilight is not a great movie--it's better than the book, but still not great (except for the scene when he's running up the mountain with her on his back--I would have been like "Wheeeeeee! Let's do that again!")

It is made great, however, when you are making fun of it with your best friend, while Fonzie and a seven-foot-tall drag queen are in the theater with you. That was pretty epic, right there.

Whee! Tornadoes, roofing panels strewn across my apartment building's yard, downed trees, powerlines falling onto the interstate. . .fun times! It's bright and beautiful now, though, and Sammi and I are going to go see Coraline tonight. Heh.

Honestly, this would be. . .sacrilege, almost, to even answer. It's like asking if you would save a million puppies or a million kittens. Whatever the case, Bret and Jemaine hover above all of us mere mortals, both in physical beauty and mental acuity. If Timmy Treadwell were still alive and not eaten by bears, he would have most certainly offered prayers to them.

(As an aside, even though I do love Flight of the Conchords more than is healthy, I really just used this an an excuse to post that clip of Treadwell. I love Grizzly Man so much--especially when I've had a few, like now. "MELISSA IS EATING HER BABIES!")

So I called my mom (who is still in Disney World, damn it) today. She loves me. I know she does. She's got to. . .right?

Me: "Sammi and I are going to teach ourselves to sew, so that we can make pretty 18th century costumes and wenchy outfits for the ren faire!"

Mom: *pause*

Me: *pause*

Mom: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. HEE. HAHAH.

Me: I'm talented, damnit! And Sammi's a lawyer, they can do stuff!

Mom: I'm sorry, it's just this mental picture of you two. There's a lot of blood.

So there's a movie out there with Paul Bettany, called The Reckoning, and my current icon is from the film. And, well. . .I just mostly posted this for Sammi, so she could laugh and feel all that dirty Catholic guilt seeping in. ;)

I would just like to take a quick moment to say I AM FREAKING IN LOVE WITH THE POWERPUFF GIRL MARATHON THAT IS ON TODAY. LOVE LOVE LOVE.

Iiiiiii have a fever of 102. And I hurt. And I'm dizzy. I have the flu, for the first time since I was ten. Hawesome. I'm going to get fired.

HOKAY, who can't wait for Inkspell?!?!?

What I love about the book, besides the fact that it is good, is that the author actually WROTE the part of Mo with Brendan Fraser in mind. Therefore, she is awesome. She is awesome for recognizing Brendan Fraser's own awesomeness and reproducing it in book form.

(Okay, and oh my God, there was a whole paragraph I wrote here about how Brendan should date Jennifer Aniston and they could both heal, but then I read it back to myself and realized I sounded like one of those Clay Aiken nutty fans, so I had to delete it out of respect for myself.)

OWWWWWWWWWWWW.

So I have been working straight (with a small break for lunch) for about 12 hours now. So has mom. But we are almost completely done cleaning up the old apartment and and moving into the new one, which I am currently in. Bad news--THE FIREPLACE IS A LIE. :( I do not have a fireplace like I thought I did. That's okay, though--like I said, I would have ended up setting myself on fire. I also have less storage here. But the other things more than make up for it--the living room is much bigger, I have a dining area now (with wainscoting, even!) and a ceiling fan in my bedroom. I am set, babies.