Nothing. I'm alleviating my boredom by cleaning up papers that aren't mine.
I'm not thinking about it much-the stress of waiting for an answer would have killed me by now. There's a smidgen of hope in the bottom of the box but not much-I think I'll be so shocked if anything actually occurs that I may explode.
So, boredom. Yes. I have it.
I might actually play Skyrim today because I am that bored.
I might bake something because I'm that bored.
Oh, help. I'm going to start painting smiley faces on the walls and shooting them.
Ta,
Bec
29.3.12
24.3.12
Still Waiting! Ack!
Still haven't heard anything. Lost out on the apartment on Brown Street. I don't know what's going on-the last place informed me within three days that they didn't want me.
I'm getting a serious case of Sherlockitis again, which means before the weekend is out, I have to watch more or risk turning into a screaming fangirl every time Cumberbatch loses his sheet in Belgravia...
Oh heck. I already do that anyway.
Sara's here for the week-sleeping at the moment.
I am very frustrated and very bored. Give me a riding crop and a corpse, please GOD. Or a harpoon and a dead pig. Whatever works.
Ta,
Bec
I'm getting a serious case of Sherlockitis again, which means before the weekend is out, I have to watch more or risk turning into a screaming fangirl every time Cumberbatch loses his sheet in Belgravia...
Oh heck. I already do that anyway.
Sara's here for the week-sleeping at the moment.
I am very frustrated and very bored. Give me a riding crop and a corpse, please GOD. Or a harpoon and a dead pig. Whatever works.
Ta,
Bec
22.3.12
GF Mac and Cheese Because I Needed It
I have been out of boxed GF mac and cheese for weeks now. The place where my mom works sometimes has times where things aren't available, and this is one of those.
But I was craving the stuff badly, so what does one do when one is miserably without the boxed stuff and unwilling to pay astronomical prices for the stuff from the grocery store?
Make your own.
I took my original recipe from the Stouffer's Mac and Cheese copy in the Top Secret Recipes Unlocked book, and then did THIS:
1 cup skim milk
5 teaspoons flour (here I used besan flour.)
2 cups freshly shredded medium cheddar cheese (supposed to be 6 ounces. I used eight.)
2 teaspoons margarine (used butter instead)
1/4 plus 1/8 teaspooon salt
3/4 cup uncooked macaroni (used shells, and a bit more than 3/4 cup, probably closer to 1 and a half cups. Next time I'm going for two.)
Whisk the flour into the skim milk in a small saucepan then place it over the medium low heat. (Here I threw in some black pepper, probably a 1/4 tsp.) Add the shredded (I cubed it) cheddar cheese, margarine, and salt and stir often with a spoon until the cheese begins to melt. (Here I tossed in some leftover cream cheese, an ounce or two, and a bit of parmesan (1/8 tsp.), and a bit of mustard (1/4 tsp.)) Reduce the heat to low and simmer for 30 minutes. (Nah. I certainly didn't) Use a whisk to stir the sauce every couple of minutes so that it becomes smooth and thick.
(A trick I have learned with cheese sauces is that if you drop a few drops of lemon juice into it, the sauce will not be stringy.)
While the sauce thickens, prepare the macaroni by dumping 3/4 cup uncooked elbow macaroni into rapidly boiling water. Boil for 8 minutes or until tender and then strain. You should have about 1 3/4 cups of cooked macaroni.
When the cheese sauce has simmered for 30 minutes (ha. I couldn't do this. I gave it five), pour the pasta into a medium bowl. Gently stir in the cheese sauce and then (here I disregarded all protocol and started eating.) pour mixture into a loaf pan or casserole dish. Cover and freeze.
When you are ready to dive into your macaroni and cheese preheat the oven to 350 degrees F, bake the frozen macaroni for 50-53 minutes or until the cheese begins to brown slightly.
Mac and cheese is one of those things where you can play with it and futz with it and it probably won't damage the dish. Obviously I fiddled with this one because A) there wasn't enough STUFF in it already and B) I'm GF and I can't have regular flour or regular pasta, so some adjustments needed doing.
I'm going to save half for later, I think, because it was kind of heavy (but in an awesome kind of way.)
Nothing on the job front yet; I've given up for the moment to focus on other things so that I don't spend all day moping like I did yesterday.
I think today I'm going to go watch Sherlock (again!) write some stuff (again!) take the dog for a walk (yes, AGAIN) and maybe do something stupid like play a computer game. I also have to vacuum again.
So ta, y'all.
Bec
But I was craving the stuff badly, so what does one do when one is miserably without the boxed stuff and unwilling to pay astronomical prices for the stuff from the grocery store?
Make your own.
I took my original recipe from the Stouffer's Mac and Cheese copy in the Top Secret Recipes Unlocked book, and then did THIS:
1 cup skim milk
5 teaspoons flour (here I used besan flour.)
2 cups freshly shredded medium cheddar cheese (supposed to be 6 ounces. I used eight.)
2 teaspoons margarine (used butter instead)
1/4 plus 1/8 teaspooon salt
3/4 cup uncooked macaroni (used shells, and a bit more than 3/4 cup, probably closer to 1 and a half cups. Next time I'm going for two.)
Whisk the flour into the skim milk in a small saucepan then place it over the medium low heat. (Here I threw in some black pepper, probably a 1/4 tsp.) Add the shredded (I cubed it) cheddar cheese, margarine, and salt and stir often with a spoon until the cheese begins to melt. (Here I tossed in some leftover cream cheese, an ounce or two, and a bit of parmesan (1/8 tsp.), and a bit of mustard (1/4 tsp.)) Reduce the heat to low and simmer for 30 minutes. (Nah. I certainly didn't) Use a whisk to stir the sauce every couple of minutes so that it becomes smooth and thick.
(A trick I have learned with cheese sauces is that if you drop a few drops of lemon juice into it, the sauce will not be stringy.)
While the sauce thickens, prepare the macaroni by dumping 3/4 cup uncooked elbow macaroni into rapidly boiling water. Boil for 8 minutes or until tender and then strain. You should have about 1 3/4 cups of cooked macaroni.
When the cheese sauce has simmered for 30 minutes (ha. I couldn't do this. I gave it five), pour the pasta into a medium bowl. Gently stir in the cheese sauce and then (here I disregarded all protocol and started eating.) pour mixture into a loaf pan or casserole dish. Cover and freeze.
When you are ready to dive into your macaroni and cheese preheat the oven to 350 degrees F, bake the frozen macaroni for 50-53 minutes or until the cheese begins to brown slightly.
Mac and cheese is one of those things where you can play with it and futz with it and it probably won't damage the dish. Obviously I fiddled with this one because A) there wasn't enough STUFF in it already and B) I'm GF and I can't have regular flour or regular pasta, so some adjustments needed doing.
I'm going to save half for later, I think, because it was kind of heavy (but in an awesome kind of way.)
Nothing on the job front yet; I've given up for the moment to focus on other things so that I don't spend all day moping like I did yesterday.
I think today I'm going to go watch Sherlock (again!) write some stuff (again!) take the dog for a walk (yes, AGAIN) and maybe do something stupid like play a computer game. I also have to vacuum again.
So ta, y'all.
Bec
21.3.12
No, I Haven't Heard Anything Yet.
Nothing yet. I'm starting to wonder if I'm the only one who applied for this job (hence the waiting game I'm having to play-grr!)I know with almost a certainty I'm the only one with an MLS who applied. That's got to count for something. You wouldn't believe the amount of people who asked me/my mother if I'd gone for it. They're not the only ones waiting on tenterhooks-I took out my stress on my mother's newest project yesterday and got it so clean she didn't recognize the thing when she came back from work. And no I won't say what it is because we're trying to keep it quiet for the moment.
So. I am miserable, I am impatient, and I want an answer before I get asked whether I got the interview or not tonight at church (because I'm going to get about sixteen people asking. Sigh.)
Here's hoping today's my lucky day.
Ta,
Bec
So. I am miserable, I am impatient, and I want an answer before I get asked whether I got the interview or not tonight at church (because I'm going to get about sixteen people asking. Sigh.)
Here's hoping today's my lucky day.
Ta,
Bec
19.3.12
Monday the 19th. A Lot of If's.
Went to River Falls to drop Anna back at school. Sara will be home at the end of the week. If things go according to plan and fall ever so neatly into place, I might move out before she leaves weekend after next. This may mean I may not have to sleep on the couch for more than a few days (we have different sleeping patterns. I go to bed at a reasonable hour, Sara goes to bed at the crack of midnight or later. This also means that I get up early and she gets up at noon. Trying to sleep in a room with someone else playing Wii into the wee (pun intended) hours is not good for sibling relations (also known as: Fibro Girl will be a jumbled mess of distraction/grump if she doesn't get her goddamn Z's at night on time.)
The arrangement right now is for little me to sleep on the couch. If I'm still living here next week. We shall see.
Of course, as the Fastball song says, "Nothing in my life ever came with a guarantee." IF I get the library interview, IF I get the job, THEN (therefore, otherwise, henceforth and such) I can LOOK at the awesome apartment on Brown Street that's a block away from work, and hope I like it, want it, yadda yadda henceforth and such, and THEN, THEN, THEN I may get the H out of here.
All of this depends on a phone call. EEP.
I'll let you know if things go north or south here.
Ta,
Bec
PS: I am very definitely not lactose-intolerant anymore. I can handle a lot before I have even a minor reaction. I had cheese the other day? Nothing. Had a shake yesterday? Nope. Milk in my tea? Ha, don't make me laugh.
It's clear to me that my stomach was damaged and now it's not thanks to my abstaining from every food in the world I love-pasta, cakes, cookies, pierogis, Cornish pasties, pies, pot pies, scones, BAGELS...at least if they're made with wheat flour.
It means, therefore, that I did have damage to my intestines thanks to my problems and now it's healed. But it does mean, as I've said in previous entries, that I will never be able to go back to the way I was, or risk having all the same problems that I had before...only this time, I'll know what's happening and I'll be cringing with guilt on top of everything else.
I used to be Carb City. I was a gluten-loving machine. I ate sandwiches for breakfast. I had pasta every day. I loved scones and having a nice bagel with cream cheese. I loved pizza and pie and fried chicken, and those German chocolate cookie rings. Giving it up has been hard, harder than I ever thought it would be.
I'm getting better at managing it. Three months of living under the nose of temptation in this house is enough to harden anyone. There isn't a day where I couldn't chow down on something that looks absolutely delicious and could put me in cramps for two days.
I think the hardest thing right now is pizza. They have it every couple of weeks around here and just smelling it is torture like I've never known. Willpower is almost not enough...and then I remember that the last time I had it, I spent two days in pain BECAUSE of it. Five minutes of enjoyment versus two days of my stomach turning itself into knots? I'll have rice and lentils, thank you VERY much.
I can't go back to the way I ate before, not now that I know I have the power to make my stomach not heave and complain like a stormy ocean every time I eat a pretzel. I can hate it all I like, but this is the way things have got to be, and I have to be okay with that.
(Boy, can I ramble on a bit, eh?)
Nothing on the job yet. Waiting!
The arrangement right now is for little me to sleep on the couch. If I'm still living here next week. We shall see.
Of course, as the Fastball song says, "Nothing in my life ever came with a guarantee." IF I get the library interview, IF I get the job, THEN (therefore, otherwise, henceforth and such) I can LOOK at the awesome apartment on Brown Street that's a block away from work, and hope I like it, want it, yadda yadda henceforth and such, and THEN, THEN, THEN I may get the H out of here.
All of this depends on a phone call. EEP.
I'll let you know if things go north or south here.
Ta,
Bec
PS: I am very definitely not lactose-intolerant anymore. I can handle a lot before I have even a minor reaction. I had cheese the other day? Nothing. Had a shake yesterday? Nope. Milk in my tea? Ha, don't make me laugh.
It's clear to me that my stomach was damaged and now it's not thanks to my abstaining from every food in the world I love-pasta, cakes, cookies, pierogis, Cornish pasties, pies, pot pies, scones, BAGELS...at least if they're made with wheat flour.
It means, therefore, that I did have damage to my intestines thanks to my problems and now it's healed. But it does mean, as I've said in previous entries, that I will never be able to go back to the way I was, or risk having all the same problems that I had before...only this time, I'll know what's happening and I'll be cringing with guilt on top of everything else.
I used to be Carb City. I was a gluten-loving machine. I ate sandwiches for breakfast. I had pasta every day. I loved scones and having a nice bagel with cream cheese. I loved pizza and pie and fried chicken, and those German chocolate cookie rings. Giving it up has been hard, harder than I ever thought it would be.
I'm getting better at managing it. Three months of living under the nose of temptation in this house is enough to harden anyone. There isn't a day where I couldn't chow down on something that looks absolutely delicious and could put me in cramps for two days.
I think the hardest thing right now is pizza. They have it every couple of weeks around here and just smelling it is torture like I've never known. Willpower is almost not enough...and then I remember that the last time I had it, I spent two days in pain BECAUSE of it. Five minutes of enjoyment versus two days of my stomach turning itself into knots? I'll have rice and lentils, thank you VERY much.
I can't go back to the way I ate before, not now that I know I have the power to make my stomach not heave and complain like a stormy ocean every time I eat a pretzel. I can hate it all I like, but this is the way things have got to be, and I have to be okay with that.
(Boy, can I ramble on a bit, eh?)
Nothing on the job yet. Waiting!
15.3.12
Two More, A.K.A All I Need is a Burn Barrel And A Match To Sail Her By...
While I wait for Rhinelander's application entry time to close (19th) I've applied for two more-one I have already been rejected for (they advertised it again, so I applied again) and one I apparently didn't get the position I wanted at the university but since my application was still on file, it was an easy two minutes and I had another one applied for.
This, my dears, brings the grand total of stuff I've applied for to about twenty. We've officially reached four times what I thought I'd go for.
Utah State
Marquette University-2 applications
Rhinelander District Library
Direct Learning Systems-Writer/Editor
Serco-Librarian
Slack, Inc-Staff Writer
Swarthmore College-Editor
Marian University-Acquisitions Librarian
Portland State University-Librarian
Spherion Staffing
Stratford University-Librarian Assistant
Receptionist
Librarian at the PA School of Business
I requested a position as a writer at a publishing place, but haven't heard back from them yet.
And those are the ones I can remember actually applying for. There are more out there I just can't recall. Most of these I'm probably not going to get, but the two I'm truly interested in right now are the second Marquette one and the Rhinelander one. If Rhinelander falls through, Marquette might be my next great hope.
I'm going to go play a hidden object game, so bye to all of you for now...
Ta,
Bec
PS: Dad broke the woodstove door. This means that for two weeks, the stuff has been piling up in the basement because he brings two boxes of wood home every couple of days.
But since the ground is still snow-covered, I can still burn in a barrel outside without a permit. And I am doing, right now. I actually have to go feed the beast. Seven boxes of wood and a ton of garbage gone. He's going to be mad, but I'm going to be in Mum's room writing tonight during their dinner, so he can't shout at me. Call it a tactical retreat from battle.
I have a lot to do. Talk to you all soon.
This, my dears, brings the grand total of stuff I've applied for to about twenty. We've officially reached four times what I thought I'd go for.
Utah State
Marquette University-2 applications
Rhinelander District Library
Direct Learning Systems-Writer/Editor
Serco-Librarian
Slack, Inc-Staff Writer
Swarthmore College-Editor
Marian University-Acquisitions Librarian
Portland State University-Librarian
Spherion Staffing
Stratford University-Librarian Assistant
Receptionist
Librarian at the PA School of Business
I requested a position as a writer at a publishing place, but haven't heard back from them yet.
And those are the ones I can remember actually applying for. There are more out there I just can't recall. Most of these I'm probably not going to get, but the two I'm truly interested in right now are the second Marquette one and the Rhinelander one. If Rhinelander falls through, Marquette might be my next great hope.
I'm going to go play a hidden object game, so bye to all of you for now...
Ta,
Bec
PS: Dad broke the woodstove door. This means that for two weeks, the stuff has been piling up in the basement because he brings two boxes of wood home every couple of days.
But since the ground is still snow-covered, I can still burn in a barrel outside without a permit. And I am doing, right now. I actually have to go feed the beast. Seven boxes of wood and a ton of garbage gone. He's going to be mad, but I'm going to be in Mum's room writing tonight during their dinner, so he can't shout at me. Call it a tactical retreat from battle.
I have a lot to do. Talk to you all soon.
14.3.12
Another Job Up...
Rhinelander has another position open. I'm going for it. I'll at least get short-listed. I'm preparing for the interview already.
I'm actually terrified of the thought that if I don't get this job, I may find myself stuck here forever.
We are having unseasonably awesome weather today (70 in March!) and I might get out with the dog and go walk on the side of the road or something.
I'm going to lock myself away at some point today and get some writing done.
Ta,
Bec
I'm actually terrified of the thought that if I don't get this job, I may find myself stuck here forever.
We are having unseasonably awesome weather today (70 in March!) and I might get out with the dog and go walk on the side of the road or something.
I'm going to lock myself away at some point today and get some writing done.
Ta,
Bec
12.3.12
(Be Proud of Me)
I have typed my first riot. It came out beautifully and I am pleased with the result. And Caedmon, that darling, decided to make his entrance into this story by walking out of a tornado. That's my boy.
I'm going to work on his and Tiernan's relationship next, now that he's arrived in the actual story (all of his previous scenes were outside of it.)
Lots to do; hopefully I can keep the momentum going.
Ta,
Bec
I'm going to work on his and Tiernan's relationship next, now that he's arrived in the actual story (all of his previous scenes were outside of it.)
Lots to do; hopefully I can keep the momentum going.
Ta,
Bec
10.3.12
Application Hell
I think I'm past 15 on the applications now. I put in for about three or four today alone, and I had 10 or 11 to start with (12 gone by at this point) so it's somewhere in the mid-teens.
You know that "limit" thing where I was only going to do five at a time? Yeah, that's long gone. The fact that I was only applying for library jobs? Yeah, FORGET. IT. I've applied for anything I think I would be able to survive/I'm remotely qualified for. That includes writing jobs, a receptionist job, library jobs of all kinds.
I'm sick of Wisconsin. Sick of being stuck in my parent's house. Dependent and trapped like one of Sherlock's bug specimens.
I'm bored. I'm lonely. I want out of this house and on with my life. I love my family; I really do. But I have to get on with things.
I've got to go let the dog out.
Ta,
Bec
You know that "limit" thing where I was only going to do five at a time? Yeah, that's long gone. The fact that I was only applying for library jobs? Yeah, FORGET. IT. I've applied for anything I think I would be able to survive/I'm remotely qualified for. That includes writing jobs, a receptionist job, library jobs of all kinds.
I'm sick of Wisconsin. Sick of being stuck in my parent's house. Dependent and trapped like one of Sherlock's bug specimens.
I'm bored. I'm lonely. I want out of this house and on with my life. I love my family; I really do. But I have to get on with things.
I've got to go let the dog out.
Ta,
Bec
9.3.12
Alone With The Dog
Spent the day alone with the dog. Watched Reichenbach again and cried all the way through the really emotional scenes. Wrote some more theories on the Reichenbach theories entry from a few weeks ago, so go look there for some more notes (better if I don't keep reposting it with new stuff. I'll just add to what I have in the one entry and repost it closer to the Series 3 premiere. New stuff will be italicized with the date attached so we can see later on not just how stupid I was, but WHEN I was stupid, too.)
I also got some writing done-or at least got started. I want to type it up tomorrow sometime. I'm writing my first-ever riot and I couldn't be more proud of how it's building up.
Gotta go let the dog out.
Ta,
Bec
I also got some writing done-or at least got started. I want to type it up tomorrow sometime. I'm writing my first-ever riot and I couldn't be more proud of how it's building up.
Gotta go let the dog out.
Ta,
Bec
6.3.12
Some Characters Behave...And Some Don't.
Antiphos and Caedmon behaved beautifully for me last night, and between the two of them they produced a very fine scene which will fit neatly into Prince Within. Thanks, boys-your final act together made your relationship all the more awesome to write.
The same cannot be said for Tiernan and Einin, whose conversation issues have made me so absolutely livid with the two of them (or more likely, myself for creating such bloody stubborn characters in the first place) that I'm thinking of not even bothering to put them together anymore, to have them like each other but not connect at all until later.
And since Einin was the one who crossed her arms and shook her head at me last February and refused to give me any ground, I'm assuming she's the one causing all the trouble here. I could see her standing there and telling me no, and I still tried to get her to do what I wanted. She refused, point-blank, to work with me. I finally gave up and went to work on something else.
You must think I'm crazy. That's all right if you do. I've done a lot of mad things in the course of writing this story alone (laid on the floor and measured out a non-existent cell with a yardstick, wrote furiously on the back of a paper placemat for an hour, and oh yeah, remember the time I shot out of the bathtub at lightning speed so that I could write down Carden being dead/not dead?) Yeah, that was two years ago this week...
http://becca-blog-bec.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-one-should-never-think-when-in-bath.html
I'm going to work on other things, in the hope that Tiernan and Einin get their act together sooner rather than later.
Sigh. In the meantime, 10 jobs up and 11 down. If I keep at it, I'll have so many I'll have half of them wanting interviews and I won't know what to do.
I'm going to go write something.
Ta,
Bec
The same cannot be said for Tiernan and Einin, whose conversation issues have made me so absolutely livid with the two of them (or more likely, myself for creating such bloody stubborn characters in the first place) that I'm thinking of not even bothering to put them together anymore, to have them like each other but not connect at all until later.
And since Einin was the one who crossed her arms and shook her head at me last February and refused to give me any ground, I'm assuming she's the one causing all the trouble here. I could see her standing there and telling me no, and I still tried to get her to do what I wanted. She refused, point-blank, to work with me. I finally gave up and went to work on something else.
You must think I'm crazy. That's all right if you do. I've done a lot of mad things in the course of writing this story alone (laid on the floor and measured out a non-existent cell with a yardstick, wrote furiously on the back of a paper placemat for an hour, and oh yeah, remember the time I shot out of the bathtub at lightning speed so that I could write down Carden being dead/not dead?) Yeah, that was two years ago this week...
http://becca-blog-bec.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-one-should-never-think-when-in-bath.html
I'm going to work on other things, in the hope that Tiernan and Einin get their act together sooner rather than later.
Sigh. In the meantime, 10 jobs up and 11 down. If I keep at it, I'll have so many I'll have half of them wanting interviews and I won't know what to do.
I'm going to go write something.
Ta,
Bec
3.3.12
9 Jobs Up, 11 Down
9 job applications.
NINE.
It frightens me a little that I have almost as many out as I've already blown through (11, but who's counting?)
I have decided I will go mad. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but at some point in here, I'll just flip out and leave everyone else to clean up the mess.
On the other side, I am getting really good at cooking different sorts of curry in a crockpot. There are several reasons for this:
1. I can eat it (this is always SUCH a plus)
2. I can make it ahead of time and then have meals for days.
3. I found a couple of recipes that (quite honestly) went so well I was sure I imagined it.
So far, I have mastered tikka masala and chicken korma. I also have a gluten-free naan recipe (nailed it!) and figured out how to make orange lassi with coconut milk.
I would try to fly, but we know how well that went when Sherlock tried it (oh, Reichenbach, what you do to me...)
Yeah, I still haven't worked my courage up enough to watch the last one again. I caught up on Baskerville again, but Reichenbach HURTS, if you know what I mean. I just can't. Maybe this week, but not today.
Poozie is sleeping with one foot sticking out of the kennel door. Looks comfy. She probably crashed out about the time I finished watching Sherlock (that's when all the noises stopped. Can't sleep with all that racket going on!)
I might go work on my damned Ares poem again (for a contest). I dislike Ares. He's one of my least favorite gods (Bacchus is my top one, simply because he's twice as smart as the rest of the bunch. For goddesses, it's got to be Athena (again, because she has a brain.)
Bit of a rant coming here. Move aside, move aside...
I take the Greek view of the god of war. Here's the thing: Ares isn't portrayed that nicely by the Greeks. You kind of get the impression (in Iliad anyway) that they see him as a privileged sissy who got the job because SOMEONE had to take it. I've never heard of another culture who has a story where their god of war goes down to a battle to fight, gets stabbed by one of the heroes from the OTHER side, and goes back to Mount Olympus WHINING to his girlfriend (Aphrodite) to HEAL him because he got HURT. He's the bloody god of WAR, for heaven's sake. Where's the ferocity? Where's the fight? Where, pray tell, is the WARRIOR in this guy?
The Romans were responsible for good ol' Ares becoming Mars and looking tougher, but then again, they were usually eating or warring most of the time anyway. Can't have a war god that looks like a lily-livered chickenshit, now can we?
I hope they don't want him in a positive light. I have difficulty liking the idea of war in the first place, and Ares ain't so spectacular.
Let's hope they don't make me do Achilles next. I can't STAND him. Don't even get me started...
All right, here's why I hate Achilles.
1. He's a whiny brat. When Agamemnon steals Achilles' new slave girl Briseis, he goes into the mother of all tantrums and refuses to let his guys fight...for 9 YEARS. That's right, folks. Achilles sits on the beach and SULKS while the rest of the Greeks fight the Trojans. Some hero.
2. He's a whiny brat part 2. Achilles knows he's going to die young, and the manipulative bastard puts that one over on his MOTHER of all people. He goes down and throws himself in the ocean, screaming for his mom (who's a water nymph.) Basically tells her she should get him whatever he wants because she knows he's going to die.
3. And he leaves his fancy Olympus-made armor at home, so poor Patroclus puts it on and gets killed wearing it. Then good old Achilles has to go get a SECOND set of armor (and he doesn't even wear it some of the time, the wanker, since the only vulnerable spot on him is...HIS ANKLE.)
4. And after what he does to poor Hector, if I had any respect for him it vanishes. He kills him, drags him behind his chariot around Troy for days and makes Hector's dad Priam come out of the city and plead for his son's corpse. UGH.
I think I'm done ranting. Mostly. I have to go do this poem. It brings me no pleasure at all.
Lots to do, no time to do it in.
Ta,
Bec
NINE.
It frightens me a little that I have almost as many out as I've already blown through (11, but who's counting?)
I have decided I will go mad. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but at some point in here, I'll just flip out and leave everyone else to clean up the mess.
On the other side, I am getting really good at cooking different sorts of curry in a crockpot. There are several reasons for this:
1. I can eat it (this is always SUCH a plus)
2. I can make it ahead of time and then have meals for days.
3. I found a couple of recipes that (quite honestly) went so well I was sure I imagined it.
So far, I have mastered tikka masala and chicken korma. I also have a gluten-free naan recipe (nailed it!) and figured out how to make orange lassi with coconut milk.
I would try to fly, but we know how well that went when Sherlock tried it (oh, Reichenbach, what you do to me...)
Yeah, I still haven't worked my courage up enough to watch the last one again. I caught up on Baskerville again, but Reichenbach HURTS, if you know what I mean. I just can't. Maybe this week, but not today.
Poozie is sleeping with one foot sticking out of the kennel door. Looks comfy. She probably crashed out about the time I finished watching Sherlock (that's when all the noises stopped. Can't sleep with all that racket going on!)
I might go work on my damned Ares poem again (for a contest). I dislike Ares. He's one of my least favorite gods (Bacchus is my top one, simply because he's twice as smart as the rest of the bunch. For goddesses, it's got to be Athena (again, because she has a brain.)
Bit of a rant coming here. Move aside, move aside...
I take the Greek view of the god of war. Here's the thing: Ares isn't portrayed that nicely by the Greeks. You kind of get the impression (in Iliad anyway) that they see him as a privileged sissy who got the job because SOMEONE had to take it. I've never heard of another culture who has a story where their god of war goes down to a battle to fight, gets stabbed by one of the heroes from the OTHER side, and goes back to Mount Olympus WHINING to his girlfriend (Aphrodite) to HEAL him because he got HURT. He's the bloody god of WAR, for heaven's sake. Where's the ferocity? Where's the fight? Where, pray tell, is the WARRIOR in this guy?
The Romans were responsible for good ol' Ares becoming Mars and looking tougher, but then again, they were usually eating or warring most of the time anyway. Can't have a war god that looks like a lily-livered chickenshit, now can we?
I hope they don't want him in a positive light. I have difficulty liking the idea of war in the first place, and Ares ain't so spectacular.
Let's hope they don't make me do Achilles next. I can't STAND him. Don't even get me started...
All right, here's why I hate Achilles.
1. He's a whiny brat. When Agamemnon steals Achilles' new slave girl Briseis, he goes into the mother of all tantrums and refuses to let his guys fight...for 9 YEARS. That's right, folks. Achilles sits on the beach and SULKS while the rest of the Greeks fight the Trojans. Some hero.
2. He's a whiny brat part 2. Achilles knows he's going to die young, and the manipulative bastard puts that one over on his MOTHER of all people. He goes down and throws himself in the ocean, screaming for his mom (who's a water nymph.) Basically tells her she should get him whatever he wants because she knows he's going to die.
3. And he leaves his fancy Olympus-made armor at home, so poor Patroclus puts it on and gets killed wearing it. Then good old Achilles has to go get a SECOND set of armor (and he doesn't even wear it some of the time, the wanker, since the only vulnerable spot on him is...HIS ANKLE.)
4. And after what he does to poor Hector, if I had any respect for him it vanishes. He kills him, drags him behind his chariot around Troy for days and makes Hector's dad Priam come out of the city and plead for his son's corpse. UGH.
I think I'm done ranting. Mostly. I have to go do this poem. It brings me no pleasure at all.
Lots to do, no time to do it in.
Ta,
Bec
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