Baking/Burning Tally

This Christ­mas sea­son I have made:

  • 4 batch­es of Art of Dark­ness Brown­ies
  • 3 batch­es of choco­late-dipped pret­zel rods
  • 12 pounds of fudge (soon to be 16)
  • 4 batch­es of 7-lay­er bars
  • a dozen Best of 2009 CDs

Gormenghast Weekend

I’ve either got what Bram had, or some­thing from a cowork­er. Christ­mas shop­ping is fin­ished, though I almost got into a fight at the liquor store buy­ing some­thing as a part of my secret san­ta gift exchange at work. All that I have left to do is fur­ther bak­ing. Appar­ent­ly, choco­late-dipped pret­zel sticks are a hit with a teething 18-month old and his moth­er. The first batch I made has dis­ap­peared.

We fin­ished up watch­ing the Gor­meng­hast minis­eries last night. It’s based on a fan­tas­tic cou­ple of books by Mervyn Peake (the third book, not so much), and the BBC did an admirable job trans­lat­ing the thick, dusty and some­times delib­er­ate­ly turgid sto­ry into 4 hours on screen. Jonathan Rhys Davies is an impres­sive (if far too pret­ty-look­ing) Steer­pike, and while Gor­meng­hast cas­tle is the main char­ac­ter in the books, some­thing that is near­ly impos­si­ble to trans­late on screen, who­ev­er did the set design had a keen and inno­v­a­tive eye for com­mu­ni­cat­ing the age, immen­si­ty and decay of the cas­tle. It appears that all of the actors in the minis­eries had a blast por­tray­ing Peake’s car­i­ca­ture char­ac­ters, who are sil­ly goth­ic grotesques, one and all.

The bus routes changed over the week­end, so I have to leave the house 20 min­utes ear­li­er than usu­al. Hope­ful­ly my tim­ing won’t be too far off, or else I’ll have to wait a half hour for the next bus.

Spoiled Rotten

i am spoiled rot­ten: a list of christ­mas booty.

  • Cor­dial Cher­ries
  • Nation­al Geo­graph­ic
  • Walden
  • Crime and Pun­ish­ment
  • House of Leaves
  • Norel­co Beard Trim­mer
  • a coat (mid­dle row fifth one down #4203)
  • a Sony DSC-P51

my bud­dy neal got a beard trim­mer and cam­era as well.

Christmas Break

today, my first day at home, was spent christ­mas shop­ping with moth­er. i con­vinced her to spend $90 on a coat for me. and appar­ent­ly i was a good luck charm for find­ing the gifts she need­ed to. i’m still a lit­tle lovesick, coweyed, moon­struck, but that is only to be expect­ed. appar­ent­ly, i, he who has too many ver­sions of Lord of the Rings to his name still doesn’t have the one nec­es­sary for this class i am tak­ing. i need one with con­tin­u­ous pag­i­na­tion. grant­ed, i have this ver­sion, but not this ver­sion which is the one we are sup­posed to have. my ver­sion is bet­ter.

Metal Christmas

it is rather dif­fi­cult to get into the christ­mas spir­it with finals/papers/projects loom­ing over me. every year i attempt it and every year i can­not seem to get excit­ed for the hol­i­days until around the 20th, when school ends and i get to go home. i guess for me hol­i­days don’t exist with­out fam­i­ly.

The Fri­day mp3

this week is an exam­ple of one of the ways i go about try­ing to get into the hol­i­day mode. by lis­ten­ing to chirst­mas music. i have this CD called ‘Met­al Christ­mas’ which is a col­lec­tion of var­i­ous Hol­i­day songs by obscure peo­ple from now defunct met­al bands. Iron Maid­en, Uri­ah Heep, Wings, FM. shit like that. but one of those songs isn’t the song of the week. instead you get a dou­ble dose, a song by the Smash­ing Pump­kins and a song by Sarah McLach­lan.