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Yeah, that's a lot of tweeting going on. While LJ is not loading and stuffs.
Currently, I'm trying to give my laptop a few more good years of service by replacing the hard drive with one three times as large. The XP OS is dead stable, don't want to move off it and it's reasonably clean as far as things go (yes, I've been vigilant with anti-virus, mallware removers and the like) and most of my frustrations center around the fact that between iTunes and Sims 2, the disc is full.
But while that is going on, I don't have my laptop. Bummer.
The weather here is gorgeous and the reports say it will be better tomorrow - THIS is when you should visit Southern California, to be honest. I love fall and winter here - it may be prettier, colder, more dramatic elsewhere - but here? It's just delightful and you can drink wine on your patio at Halloween and ride your bicycle in short sleeves at Thanksgiving.
That's not to say things can go bad - they can get very wet and raw from time to time, but nothing someone weather-tested elsewhere can't handle.
Just don't try to buy winter clothing here and take it north with you. Veddy, veddy pointless, that. We're very much with the hard winter training wheels here.
Folks here also have no idea what that wet stuff falling from the sky is and panic sets in every time it happens. Every. Time. Snow is what they make snow cones out of and it stays in the cup, thank you.
I bought dates at the farmer's market last Saturday - two types, the deglet noor and medjool. Medjools are decadent stuffed with anything, soft and sweet like candy and snipped into a quick bread? Marvelous. But the deglet noor is the bread date - dry, thick and less painfully sweet. You can put them in your pocket and eat them like you would a handful of nuts - I love 'em.
Jim got pluots and the kid foundered on Fuji apple samples at the table. And happily eats the apples I got, cut into 'apple fries' at dinner.
I see so many pumpkins, and none of them fit to eat. BAH. Having that BIL who works for Nestle (which IS Libbey's these days) broke me of that. Pumpkins grown for canning are dusky orange and have an almost white-washed patina. I thought they were gorgeous. And making the jack o'lantern these days doesn't hold the same cachet as it did before - those pumpkins grown for pies? Jigsaw man, I ain't touching that rind with anything smaller.
There's plenty of fresh gourds growing everywhere, anyway. Butternut squash. If I can get to it, mind you. We haven't even broken out the lights yet. Kid has his costume, but mine? Not here. Won't be here in time. So much for delegation.
Fish Boy #2 did not last 24 hours. I'm looking at a complete rebuild of the aquarium - just have to find the time to do when kid can't look. Dammit.
Halloween is this Sunday - and Monday? Ninth anniversary. Traditionally pottery, willow...and leather. Leather, eh? Hmmm. (No, I'm not getting Jim a flogger. He looks at you with great distress, folks. GREAT distress.) Pottery is a gimme for me, check out my mug collection covering the tops of my kitchen cabinets. Nine years. It's gone by in nearly a blink, to be honest. That's good, isn't it?
Fast, fast, running off to the next thing - such excitement!
Currently, I'm trying to give my laptop a few more good years of service by replacing the hard drive with one three times as large. The XP OS is dead stable, don't want to move off it and it's reasonably clean as far as things go (yes, I've been vigilant with anti-virus, mallware removers and the like) and most of my frustrations center around the fact that between iTunes and Sims 2, the disc is full.
But while that is going on, I don't have my laptop. Bummer.
The weather here is gorgeous and the reports say it will be better tomorrow - THIS is when you should visit Southern California, to be honest. I love fall and winter here - it may be prettier, colder, more dramatic elsewhere - but here? It's just delightful and you can drink wine on your patio at Halloween and ride your bicycle in short sleeves at Thanksgiving.
That's not to say things can go bad - they can get very wet and raw from time to time, but nothing someone weather-tested elsewhere can't handle.
Just don't try to buy winter clothing here and take it north with you. Veddy, veddy pointless, that. We're very much with the hard winter training wheels here.
Folks here also have no idea what that wet stuff falling from the sky is and panic sets in every time it happens. Every. Time. Snow is what they make snow cones out of and it stays in the cup, thank you.
I bought dates at the farmer's market last Saturday - two types, the deglet noor and medjool. Medjools are decadent stuffed with anything, soft and sweet like candy and snipped into a quick bread? Marvelous. But the deglet noor is the bread date - dry, thick and less painfully sweet. You can put them in your pocket and eat them like you would a handful of nuts - I love 'em.
Jim got pluots and the kid foundered on Fuji apple samples at the table. And happily eats the apples I got, cut into 'apple fries' at dinner.
I see so many pumpkins, and none of them fit to eat. BAH. Having that BIL who works for Nestle (which IS Libbey's these days) broke me of that. Pumpkins grown for canning are dusky orange and have an almost white-washed patina. I thought they were gorgeous. And making the jack o'lantern these days doesn't hold the same cachet as it did before - those pumpkins grown for pies? Jigsaw man, I ain't touching that rind with anything smaller.
There's plenty of fresh gourds growing everywhere, anyway. Butternut squash. If I can get to it, mind you. We haven't even broken out the lights yet. Kid has his costume, but mine? Not here. Won't be here in time. So much for delegation.
Fish Boy #2 did not last 24 hours. I'm looking at a complete rebuild of the aquarium - just have to find the time to do when kid can't look. Dammit.
Halloween is this Sunday - and Monday? Ninth anniversary. Traditionally pottery, willow...and leather. Leather, eh? Hmmm. (No, I'm not getting Jim a flogger. He looks at you with great distress, folks. GREAT distress.) Pottery is a gimme for me, check out my mug collection covering the tops of my kitchen cabinets. Nine years. It's gone by in nearly a blink, to be honest. That's good, isn't it?
Fast, fast, running off to the next thing - such excitement!
