roxybisquaint: (sarah shock therapy)
Yes, I'm going to hell for my continued overuse of exclamation points, but once again, it's required. I felt my first earthquake this morning! It was a 3.6 quake and epicenter was about 50 miles south. I'm quite surprised how well we felt it here.

My thoughts went: "Is that a plane coming in really low? What is that? There's no plane sound. Oh... Earthquake!!!" I was chatting with [livejournal.com profile] cj2017 at the time so my immediate reaction is actually documented:



cj: it even annoys me when Sarah's at the con and comes straight out with her name and details about John. She wouldn't do that. They made a point of her NOT doing that in Good Wound

me: and yet you have no problem with Sarah not having the brain power to figure out that a hole saw bit makes holes in wooden birdhouses?

cj: no cos that was a daft ep in general, this one was trying to be SIGNIFICANT

me: oh yeah I do hate that scene at the con

me: holy shit

me: I thinkwe ust had a fucking eathquake

cj: SERIOUSLY?!

me: YES

cj: WOAH, you okay?

me: my whole house fucking shook

me: BRB

me: wow

me: that was cool



I then went to check on the man, hoping he'd woken up so I could see if he thought it was a quake too. He was awake and was trying to process what had caused the house to shake. He thought maybe the AC had clicked on and woken him up. When I said I thought it was an earthquake, he hopped out of bed and we checked the USGS website. Within a few minutes they had it listed and the man got to be the first person to report it from our zip code. Then we flipped on the local news and they were talking about it.

Big excitement... our own little quake :)
roxybisquaint: (derek hot dog)
I think my dad used to make grits once in a while when I was a kid, but beyond that vague memory, the only time I ever eat grits is when I hit up Waffle House near my mother-in-law's. They force the grits on you, but they're awesome so it's okay. I can't say I've ever even thought about eating grits at home. Recently at the grocery store, though, I happened upon Quaker Instant Grits. They didn't have the cheddar cheese flavor, so I bought the butter flavor.

I just had some and OMG YUM. I did, of course, add a slice of cheese, so the grits were exactly as they should be: buttery and cheesy. You can pretty much make anything delicious by adding butter and cheese, can't you? I think these are going to become a regular part of my late night diet.
roxybisquaint: (derek hot dog)
No, definitely not. I should eat TWO chocolate chip cookies!
roxybisquaint: (sarah flashlight)
Late one night in 2001, my brother decided he wanted to go record some cool beats in the warehouse at his work. So we filled a couple boxes with some beat-making instruments and headed off to have some silly fun. You can hear bongos, harmonica, slide whistle, drum sticks hitting the concrete floor, blowing into a bottle, a cell phone being opened and clacked shut, drum sticks on a glass bottle, etc.

When we got there he realized he'd forgotten the cable for the microphone, so we ended up just recording this variety of beats and sounds directly through the built-in mic on his Mac. Here's what he made from it all. I think it's pretty cool.
roxybisquaint: (sarah happy)
If I could only listen to one song for the rest of my life, it would be "December 1963 (Oh What a Night)" by Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons (that link will autoplay, BTW). The lyrics are completely irrelevant (a guy losing his virginity with a woman he doesn't know); I just love the sound of it and it always makes me happy. It's been my go-to feel-good song forever.

My mom used to store all her old records in my closet when I was a kid and she'd been a huge Frankie Valli fan. Before I had many records of my own, I used to play hers. I guess I must have I played that song a lot because it's just stuck with me.

So... One song forever. What would yours be?
roxybisquaint: (f(s)=s)
I've got a phantom taste of ham and cheese with mayo and mustard in my mouth and I have those things in the fridge. I don't think I can deny myself that which my taste buds are demanding so very clearly. Could you?
roxybisquaint: (sarah spinning knife animation)
I'm thinking it is. I'm also thinking I'm going to eat it anyway.
roxybisquaint: (dunce cap)
Decide to toast pumpkin seeds without first checking the bottom of the oven for any burnt food chunks from the previous use that might start smoking and cause the smoke detectors to go off. Oops.

In typical nocturnal fashion, I started working on my pumpkin in the middle of the night. I cut it open, cleaned out the guts, then thought hmmm, toasted pumpkin seeds would be nice. I got them all prepared, popped them in the oven and took a little timer out to the couch to watch TV and mark my template out on said pumpkin. 15 minutes later, the smoke detectors went off. And of course, these are our brand new smoker detectors that have battery back-ups in them, so I couldn't just run down to the basement and flip off the circuit breaker. They'll just keep sounding.

The only way to shut them up is to turn off the circuit breaker and hit the "it's not a freaking fire!" button on one of the detectors (which only stops them for 30 seconds unless you've also cut the power). To do that, I have to stand on a chair and poke it with a stick. But by the time I could even think get chair and stick, the man was awake asking for the stick (he doesn't need the chair). And he was neither alarmed nor grumpy about being awoken by a smoke alarm in the middle of the night. I guess he's used to my late-night shenanigans.

Just so you know, it's not like the house was filling with smoke and I was oblivious to it. Even standing right in front of the oven I couldn't see or smell any smoke. Those smoke detectors are just really sensitive.

The pumpkin seeds turned out perfectly golden brown. Yum.

roxybisquaint: (john eww)
I'll tell you in a few minutes.

UPDATE: No, not too late. And it was delicious.
roxybisquaint: (talking moose)
Away from home and so darn bored.

I just walked outside and heard a rooster doing it's cock-a-doodle-doo thing. I don't think I've ever actually heard that before. It provided a momentary lapse of boredom at least.

Bored again.

I guess I'll just go to bed. But I hate going to bed. I like the night. And as soon as I fall asleep it'll seem too fast before sunlight is blasting me. Can someone just blot out the sun for me? I don't like it.

And how come NO ONE has commented on this icon yet? Am I the only person who used a Mac more than 10 years ago?

Jeez and now I hear someone getting into their car, presumably to head off to work. Do people actual get up at this hour? That's just wrong.

Okay, I'm going to bed for real now. Freaking humidity out here is awful anyway. I feel all damp and icky.

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