Baking/​Burning Tally

Sunday, 20 December 2009

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

Monday, 14 December 2009

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

Thursday, 26 December 2002

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

Saturday, 21 December 2002

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

Friday, 6 December 2002

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.