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Attention What are you doing at the moment? 2024-25

My mother sometimes made a pistachio ice cream. It was one of those recipes that could be done in a plain freezer (no special ice cream making gadget necessary). A special occasion/holiday thing. I think that is one of the sad items on the "I'll never have again now that I've given up dairy" list.
 
Mostly did nothing today. Went grocery shopping and cleaned the front facade of the house with a new telescopic broom my mother had ordered over the internet.

There were two booklets with it one with Thomas Kinkade X-tian 'artworks' and Al Agnew 'wolf' items, which were mesmerizing.

Not just the hoodie, but the dream catcher with the glowing plastic wolfshead in the middle.

Also a Cuckoo clock of some kind but with motorcycles, 'choppers', meant to evoke a kind of American freedom, while seemly wholly bypassing the more obvious associations with criminal motor clubs and such.

I'm dreaming of beautiful, but none-too-smart straight butch men now. And violent.

I'm dreaming of Wolfgang from OZ, but without the spooning. Sometimes, when I am in a certain 'enhanced' mood, I see this man... this butch man... this viking... in the mirror... and than he briefly smiles his mischievous crooked smile at me... I am Ragnar Lothbrok... I am Kaulder (Vin Diesel from The Last Witchhunter)... I am Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher series) and all is 'briefly' well with the world.

And then I go back to being a cuck. The only far-out thing I do is MSM-sex related.
 
Woke up and told myself no more bad carbs.

Made coffee and spotted a loaf of Italian semolina bread on the counter. Broke off pieces and dunked them in my coffee until the entire loaf was gone.
 
Got home about an hour ago to my bf sitting on the couch naked and playing video games. He knows that anytime i see him naked i go crazy with lust so he pretty much stays naked all the time whenever hes home. I have no idea how we get anything done. I got so horny that i sucked him off while he was playing video games with his friends. He had to control his moans since he wears the gaming headphones that he can talk into and his friends would hear it. Perfect way to end my Monday workday
 
^Cool.

I am physically, spiritually and mentally worn out today.

Constant meetings from 7:30 am to 3pm and then catching up with reports, proposals and emails.

And because of an acute bout of costochondritis I gave in and took a Tylenol 3 so my brain is fur.

Just pouring myself a pinot grigio, listening to sad jazz and done for the day.
 
Relaxing after Hebrew lesson dinner at church, having an alcohol free beer. Made matzo ball soup from Joy of Cooking, which is practically unknown here by non-Jews.

Tomorrow I leave for Montpellier where I meet my fiancé -that's French for the guy she's doing it with now- and gay friend no. 3. Gay friend no. 3 says he's not so interested in sex, but I'm afraid my fiancé won't be having it.

I'm (temporarily) drug and disease free and I'm actually approachable because of sobriety.

Lord, there's a lot of AI rubbish on YouTube these days!
 
^ Love to hear it.

I learned so much from Joy. And we still have some favourite go to's in our well worn copy.

I would kill to be in Maontpellier. Although I woul kill to be in the Netherlands right now as well.

The Hebrew lessons....nice side quest. I keep wishing to have the time and focus for these.

After my sis retired from Chemistry lab work, she and her Bestie have enrolled in second age learning and I am so envious.
 
I wonder if in the early days of Joy of Cooking if there weren't a lot of women who saw the title and snarled things like: "What joy is there in cooking?"

Later on, when there came Joy of Sex, I wonder if there wasn't some worry about being super careful reading the title of the book before putting it away. Imagine seeing just the "joy" and thinking: "This goes to the kitchen!" Only to be embarrassed later when a neighbor drops by for coffee and looks through the shelf of cookbooks. :lol:

I remember my mother had Joy of Cooking, although I don't think she used it that much. She said she preferred Fannie Farmer. I persoanlly only remember trying one recipe (a bread recipe) from Joy of Cooking.
 
I got back a little while ago from seeing the nice psychologist who, week by week, keeps me from offing myself. (Small loss, I know.)
 
About to do some cooking.

Went to the 9:30 a.m. showing of The Phoenician Scheme. Thought it might be good, despite having too many big named acttors. Wrong. Deadpan, mechanical delivery of lines, almost Addams Family-esque.

Left after about an hour. Not even worth seeing to the end. Silly -- not funny.

On the way home, stopped at Trader Joe's and leaving, was behind a stunning red Z4 ragtop Beemer, driven by some college kid, likely his father's car (used a right turn signal leaving the parking lot.)

Sunny and hot here. Glad I finished potting my annuals yesterday.
 
Went out for my morning walk around the neighborhood which was nice because there aren't a lot of people out at around 7am. Now i'm getting ready to go out to see the new John Wick world movie Ballerina. Hopefully its good.
 
On the way home, stopped at Trader Joe's and leaving, was behind a stunning red Z4 ragtop Beemer, driven by some college kid, likely his father's car (used a right turn signal leaving the parking lot.)
Don't judge BMW drivers' blinker use too harshly. They often can't afford to use the blinkers. The blinker fluid service job is unusually expensive, even by BMW standards. :lol:
 
Joking aside, I am often in a nearby small city where there are plenty of BMWs and similarly priced cars. (The city is a bedroom community, where people move to flee crime ridden larger cities.) I walk a lot while doing my errand loop, and--despite the reputation of BMW drivers--I have never had any real problem caused by one (like nearly getting run over, like happened with a Lexus SUV or actually getting subjected to a low speed impact, which happened with a Tesla). I know some have even had right of way, but yielded to me, anyway.

Of course, this is all based on limited experience in one place... It could be that BMW drivers are arrogant assholes some other places I've never been.
 
Went to the 9:30 a.m. showing of The Phoenician Scheme. Thought it might be good, despite having too many big named acttors. Wrong. Deadpan, mechanical delivery of lines, almost Addams Family-esque.

Left after about an hour. Not even worth seeing to the end. Silly -- not funny.
This stirs up another half amusing, but also saddening memory... One night, a few months into the era of my parents' marriage ending, my mother thought it might do some good to go a movie. We headed to a movie theater we had once gone to a lot, when I was young and said theater had special deals on kids' movies in summer. That night, it was a couple of horror movies. We lived through one, and then the second was so tiresome we left half way through.

Later, I annoyed (probably accidentally, maybe intentionally) my mother by describing a teacher with terms that reminded her of one of the two movies.

I suppose experiences like this--plus so many movies that were only OK-ish, might be one reason I don't go to see movies in a theater today.
 
Right now, it's Miller Time here.

On Friday, I got some Miller Lite. I usually wouldn't get sometihng like this. However, last week, I saw an article that proclaimed it "the best" of its kind, and I was curious. I have not been terribly taken by this beer--part of me is honestly thinking: if this is the best "light" beer, what is the worst like? :lol:
 
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