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Oct. 26th, 2008 09:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickThe function at Chez NYR went well and I didn't get lost en route, which was a nice change for me. I also didn't get lost returning home, something I score as a total win. On the food front, the eclairs disappeared in short order. The soup, not so much. I don't think it was because the soup sucked. It was lovely, unmashed garlic notwithstanding. I think the problem was more that we had several serious food options and it just got overlooked in the crowded field. Ah, well. I brought the soup home with me and will eat it here.
Also at the function, she of the Spice Shopping Expedition made it there and back (the Spice Must Flow, after all) and I am now happily restocked with a variety of Penzey items that I need for my kitschen of kulinary kraftiness. Forkooking cooking, you know. Sorry, got a bit kcarried away there. *deep breaths* Okay, I'm good now.
I've decided that I really need a pastry bag and tips to fill things up with pastry cream. I have purchased one at ye olde amazon.com, where I also purchased xmas gift items for Brother-the-younger. (He knows what he's getting so this isn't going to ruin the surprise or anything.) Interestingly, the new Pratchett is out in hardcover so I bought that as well. See me stimulate the economy? Stimulate, economy, stimulate! (It helps if you leer slightly while reading that.) Honestly, I think that the economy is so busy engaging in congress with itself (not the hearings with Bernanke and Paulson, mind. And they are NOT having a threesome with Nancy Pelosi. There Will Be No Financial Fanfic during this crisis. Also, there is Nothing Going On between Paulson and his Mini-Me Kashkari. Wouldn't they look really cute in leather bondage strappy bits, though? Bald looks good in kink...) that it doesn't even NOTICE me stimulating it, which is kind of a pity. *sigh*
I am not going to buy the new Elf Porn Book in hardcover. See me resist? I'm resisting. (Remember this for when I buy the fucking thing in two weeks, okay?) It's called Swallowing Darkness and I could preorder it right now. But I'm resisting. I am. The book before this one was called A Lick of Frost. These titles are funnier when you realize that there are lead male characters (They are fucking the heroine, though that's not quite the badge of distinction you might think, seeing as how lots and lots of characters fuck the heroine.) named Frost and (nicknamed) Darkness. Get it? Hur, hur, hur.
I enjoy the Elf Porn Books on a variety of levels, much like I enjoy things like the Martian Cock Poison Porn on a variety of levels. The Martian Cock Poison Porn was mentioned here ages and ages ago. It's a short story appearing in a 1992 gay spank book entitled HOT SHOTS. I came (sorry) across this book in the apartment of one of my ex-tenants after he went off to jail for attempting to entice a fifteen year old male minor to suck him off by way of grabbing said minor's head and shoving it in the general direction of his crotch. The minor was not impressed with the ex-tenant's subtle and sauve advances, overpowered the ex-tenant in a fit of Oh Hell No and escaped to successfully press charges against the ex-tenant. (Why would anyone want unwilling and hostile teeth near one's penis? I'm just asking...) Anyway, I'd mentioned the Martian Cock Poison in passing at that time and someone of my social circle said "I have GOT to see that" so I loaned it out. The borrower has now thoughtfully returned to me the Martian Cock Poison Porn. Er. Yay?
I never thought, as a youngster, that I'd be the sort of person who could be attending a cheerful and friendly get-together, have someone else walk in and say to me, "Hey, Jessica, I brought your Martian Cock Poison Porn back." and the entire rest of the group would not so much as bat an eyelash. I have good friends... either that or I've managed to burn out their shock circuits over the last fifteen years or so.
Also, I've given more thought to the mitten problem. The mitten problem, so that everyone is up to speed here, is that the mittens are PATTERNED in a design that has a six stitch repeat. It is not possible to decrease by anything other than a multiple of six without FUCKING UP THE PATTERN. So, you know, there's a problem here. I don't want to fuck up the pattern. However, mittens do need to decrease over the distance from the thumb split to the fingertips.
If I were doing normal decreases with real mittens (like, say, Selbuvotters for which I have a handy book right here), then I would be decreasing front and back, once I started, at a rate of two stitches per side per row (so four stitches per row, total, until done -- this makes a pointy mitten the looks of which I'm pretty OK with). I'm going to do 6 sts. every other row, so 6 in 2 rows, 12 in 4 rows, 18 in 6 rows. The numbers for Selbuvotters would be 8, 16, 24 for the same intervals. I think I'll be fine, really. It sounds like a lot, but I'm spacing the decreases out evenly along the circuit of the mitten so that they will not be entirely obvious, I hope. We shall see how badly I can manage to fuck up the heart crook pattern with this game plan.
Also at the function, she of the Spice Shopping Expedition made it there and back (the Spice Must Flow, after all) and I am now happily restocked with a variety of Penzey items that I need for my kitschen of kulinary kraftiness. For
I've decided that I really need a pastry bag and tips to fill things up with pastry cream. I have purchased one at ye olde amazon.com, where I also purchased xmas gift items for Brother-the-younger. (He knows what he's getting so this isn't going to ruin the surprise or anything.) Interestingly, the new Pratchett is out in hardcover so I bought that as well. See me stimulate the economy? Stimulate, economy, stimulate! (It helps if you leer slightly while reading that.) Honestly, I think that the economy is so busy engaging in congress with itself (not the hearings with Bernanke and Paulson, mind. And they are NOT having a threesome with Nancy Pelosi. There Will Be No Financial Fanfic during this crisis. Also, there is Nothing Going On between Paulson and his Mini-Me Kashkari. Wouldn't they look really cute in leather bondage strappy bits, though? Bald looks good in kink...) that it doesn't even NOTICE me stimulating it, which is kind of a pity. *sigh*
I am not going to buy the new Elf Porn Book in hardcover. See me resist? I'm resisting. (Remember this for when I buy the fucking thing in two weeks, okay?) It's called Swallowing Darkness and I could preorder it right now. But I'm resisting. I am. The book before this one was called A Lick of Frost. These titles are funnier when you realize that there are lead male characters (They are fucking the heroine, though that's not quite the badge of distinction you might think, seeing as how lots and lots of characters fuck the heroine.) named Frost and (nicknamed) Darkness. Get it? Hur, hur, hur.
I enjoy the Elf Porn Books on a variety of levels, much like I enjoy things like the Martian Cock Poison Porn on a variety of levels. The Martian Cock Poison Porn was mentioned here ages and ages ago. It's a short story appearing in a 1992 gay spank book entitled HOT SHOTS. I came (sorry) across this book in the apartment of one of my ex-tenants after he went off to jail for attempting to entice a fifteen year old male minor to suck him off by way of grabbing said minor's head and shoving it in the general direction of his crotch. The minor was not impressed with the ex-tenant's subtle and sauve advances, overpowered the ex-tenant in a fit of Oh Hell No and escaped to successfully press charges against the ex-tenant. (Why would anyone want unwilling and hostile teeth near one's penis? I'm just asking...) Anyway, I'd mentioned the Martian Cock Poison in passing at that time and someone of my social circle said "I have GOT to see that" so I loaned it out. The borrower has now thoughtfully returned to me the Martian Cock Poison Porn. Er. Yay?
I never thought, as a youngster, that I'd be the sort of person who could be attending a cheerful and friendly get-together, have someone else walk in and say to me, "Hey, Jessica, I brought your Martian Cock Poison Porn back." and the entire rest of the group would not so much as bat an eyelash. I have good friends... either that or I've managed to burn out their shock circuits over the last fifteen years or so.
Also, I've given more thought to the mitten problem. The mitten problem, so that everyone is up to speed here, is that the mittens are PATTERNED in a design that has a six stitch repeat. It is not possible to decrease by anything other than a multiple of six without FUCKING UP THE PATTERN. So, you know, there's a problem here. I don't want to fuck up the pattern. However, mittens do need to decrease over the distance from the thumb split to the fingertips.
If I were doing normal decreases with real mittens (like, say, Selbuvotters for which I have a handy book right here), then I would be decreasing front and back, once I started, at a rate of two stitches per side per row (so four stitches per row, total, until done -- this makes a pointy mitten the looks of which I'm pretty OK with). I'm going to do 6 sts. every other row, so 6 in 2 rows, 12 in 4 rows, 18 in 6 rows. The numbers for Selbuvotters would be 8, 16, 24 for the same intervals. I think I'll be fine, really. It sounds like a lot, but I'm spacing the decreases out evenly along the circuit of the mitten so that they will not be entirely obvious, I hope. We shall see how badly I can manage to fuck up the heart crook pattern with this game plan.
