things what we did in the rain
Jun. 27th, 2009 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisalikBefore I say anything else: WE GOT HEDMAN OMG YAY. He is Swedish, enormous, and seems happy about being drafted. He wants to learn how to fly airplanes, and swears that inside his head he is mean. Should be interesting. Go go Swedezilla.
Yesterday a bunch of hijinks ensued with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bleukarma. For some reason she wanted to go see the sun come up, so we got to gettin' early -- and then were nearly stopped by all this rain. Wound up hanging out down the End by the factories, where I took a lot of pictures that I later wound up disliking. So it goes. (I know. My pants are ALWAYS too long. I'm short, people.)
After that we got rained on, had food, got rained on, did a bit of shopping, got rained on, agreed that we will learn the Thriller dance, got rained on, tried to figure out the Canadian exchange rate, got rained on, roundly abused morning-radio "personalities," and GOT RAINED ON DID I MENTION THAT. Because there was a lot of rain all day.
We made my mother her birthday cake, which she was thrilled about. She kept changing her story about which bits she wanted to have coconut in. We just got a big bag of coconut shavings and added it in everywhere: batter, frosting, and then piled on top of the frosting. When I say I helped, what I mean is that I mixed things and cracked eggs, which any five-year-old could do.
During the baking, we watched a movie I wasn't expecting to enjoy as much as I did - Transformers. (I never watched that show when I was a kid, although I did watch Voltron.) I was hazy from a lack of sleep, so the part of my head that expects movies to have more than tits and CGI was ignoring the proceedings, which could be why I liked it in the first place. I have no idea what the movie was about, but I really want a big friendly car-robot. Always loved those late-seventies Camaros; my dad had one once.
Bleu whipped up an Elvis mix for me. With this business of Michael Jackson being dead, lots of people are saying he's the biggest thing since Elvis. I don't know a thing about Elvis, and decided I ought to do something about that. Mad-Mad is a huge Elvis fan, and I figured it'd be best to go to the experts. This of course meant that when I asked about it, Mad-Mad spent a good 20 minutes rambling about Hawaii and Las Vegas and vinyl and not actually suggesting anything useful "but I think I have some CDs in the car," which was getting rained on so we weren't about to go investigate. Bleu assembled a mix from the stuff she found in the house, and the only problem there is that while she may know what the songs on it are, I do not.
I also was given a crocheting starter kit by Mad-Mad - needle, couple of balls of yarn, a little brochure that is supposed to explain stitching but totally doesn't - which has confused me but I am determined to master it. I will not be defeated by string.
Then we came back to my place, sang at my mother loudly and off-key, and everyone but me had cake because I really can go all day on a plate of lingonberry crepes and scrambled eggs. Nobody believes this, but I can.
After that was the draft. We got Hedman and there was much rejoicing.
But Indi, you might ask, what would you do with a giant car-robot that is obedient to your command and equipped with rocket launchers? Teach it the Thriller dance, is what.
My left eye is doing that twitchy Khabibulin thing again. Aaarrrgggghhh MAKE IT STOP.
... okay, make that two websites I'm supposed to do banners up for, now. Good thing Stanley arrived. (He's runnin' fine, by the way. Yay.)
Yesterday a bunch of hijinks ensued with
bleukarma. For some reason she wanted to go see the sun come up, so we got to gettin' early -- and then were nearly stopped by all this rain. Wound up hanging out down the End by the factories, where I took a lot of pictures that I later wound up disliking. So it goes. (I know. My pants are ALWAYS too long. I'm short, people.)After that we got rained on, had food, got rained on, did a bit of shopping, got rained on, agreed that we will learn the Thriller dance, got rained on, tried to figure out the Canadian exchange rate, got rained on, roundly abused morning-radio "personalities," and GOT RAINED ON DID I MENTION THAT. Because there was a lot of rain all day.
We made my mother her birthday cake, which she was thrilled about. She kept changing her story about which bits she wanted to have coconut in. We just got a big bag of coconut shavings and added it in everywhere: batter, frosting, and then piled on top of the frosting. When I say I helped, what I mean is that I mixed things and cracked eggs, which any five-year-old could do.
During the baking, we watched a movie I wasn't expecting to enjoy as much as I did - Transformers. (I never watched that show when I was a kid, although I did watch Voltron.) I was hazy from a lack of sleep, so the part of my head that expects movies to have more than tits and CGI was ignoring the proceedings, which could be why I liked it in the first place. I have no idea what the movie was about, but I really want a big friendly car-robot. Always loved those late-seventies Camaros; my dad had one once.
Bleu whipped up an Elvis mix for me. With this business of Michael Jackson being dead, lots of people are saying he's the biggest thing since Elvis. I don't know a thing about Elvis, and decided I ought to do something about that. Mad-Mad is a huge Elvis fan, and I figured it'd be best to go to the experts. This of course meant that when I asked about it, Mad-Mad spent a good 20 minutes rambling about Hawaii and Las Vegas and vinyl and not actually suggesting anything useful "but I think I have some CDs in the car," which was getting rained on so we weren't about to go investigate. Bleu assembled a mix from the stuff she found in the house, and the only problem there is that while she may know what the songs on it are, I do not.
I also was given a crocheting starter kit by Mad-Mad - needle, couple of balls of yarn, a little brochure that is supposed to explain stitching but totally doesn't - which has confused me but I am determined to master it. I will not be defeated by string.
Then we came back to my place, sang at my mother loudly and off-key, and everyone but me had cake because I really can go all day on a plate of lingonberry crepes and scrambled eggs. Nobody believes this, but I can.
After that was the draft. We got Hedman and there was much rejoicing.
But Indi, you might ask, what would you do with a giant car-robot that is obedient to your command and equipped with rocket launchers? Teach it the Thriller dance, is what.
My left eye is doing that twitchy Khabibulin thing again. Aaarrrgggghhh MAKE IT STOP.
... okay, make that two websites I'm supposed to do banners up for, now. Good thing Stanley arrived. (He's runnin' fine, by the way. Yay.)
