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Tuesday, May 18, 2010

May Mezze Madness!



May Mezze Madness!, originally uploaded by Ubermaus.

Tonight's mini-feast was culled from Mark Bittman's 2007 masterpiece, "Summer Express: 101 Simple Meals Ready in 10 Minutes or Less". It's item 73:
Near instant mezze: Combine hummus on a plate with yogurt laced with chopped cucumbers and a bit of garlic, plus tomato, feta, white beans with olive oil and pita bread.
Verdict: Delicious! Opa!
 

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Toilet Fail


Toilet Fail, originally uploaded by Ubermaus.

So I visited Sushi Restaurant That Shall Remain Nameless yesterday, and had to run out of the bathroom giggling. Then I had to head back, nonchalantly, with my camera. That's normal, right? Taking a camera to the bathroom? See, I had to capture the majesty of this toilet. That's an Asahi bottle cap there (none but the finest Asian beer for our toilet!), on a string. You pull the cap, the toilet flushes. Excellent! Sadly I can only speak for the women's restroom — who knows what wonders the men's room may contain?

 

Monday, May 10, 2010

sushi party!


sushi party!, originally uploaded by Ubermaus.

Sara and I wandered around town Thursday, critiquing other people's million-dollar houses, and headed to Mitsuwa for raw fish. And what else do you do with raw fish but have a delicious fish feast? There was spicy tuna, fatty tuna (I loves me the tuna), eel with eel sauce, yellowtail and salmon. Mm mm mm! And avocado and cucumber and nori and rice, naturally. I'm not into fish paper at all, and so wielded the nigiri press, after an ill-advised shot at shaping the rice with my hands. Do you know how sticky sushi rice is? I ended up with delicious, rice-y fingers. We allowed the boys to play too, but not the cats =^.^=

 

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

"You probably don't want to swim in that."

Hello blog. It's just you and me now. What have I been doing? Oh, I got married and bought a house. What have you been up to? . . . Really? Huh. I didn't know they made those that big.

Anyway, here's a story. In pictures!

So I'm going to Lake Tahoe in June, and I'd like to go swimming. "Great idea!" you might say, thus proving you've never been to Tahoe in June. The water, if we're lucky, may get up to 60 degrees Fahrenheit! Yay! So I got a wetsuit:

Cute, eh? A little pink for my taste, but it was on sale, and I had a coupon. It arrived today, and imagine my surprise when I tore open the box and found this:
I know, right? At first I was like "Sweet! They must have upgraded me to the acrylic fur version!" But then I got it all the way out of the box and had to admit: Honey, that ain't no wetsuit.

So I called, and I talked to Greg, who was just as confused as I. But to his credit, he apologized 16 times AND gave me a gift certificate AND free shipping AND put in the exchange right away so my wetsuit and Mystery Coat will be swapped like WHAM! I may even get the wetsuit before I return the coat.

And that's kind of a shame, really, because, well:


It is my size, after all.

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Saturday, May 12, 2007

Oh wait, here's a photo



I saw that a'splode!
If you don't know what I'm talking about, read below
 

Regrettably without photos

So, they're filming "Iron Man" next to the building where I work. It's a scene on a freeway, and I can tell you that a giant robot and some car crashes are involved. We've been observing from our lofty perch for the last week or so, and they're about done (sadly).

HOWEVER

Mark said tonight that a security guard had warned him about some explosions, so we were kind of waiting for that. There was a big boom at around 9, and everybody jumped up and ran to the windows. We could see a car completely busted up from running into something, and we made impressed noises and got back to work. Now, I was on late shift, which is boring. I spent most of it camped at the window with binoculars. We could tell they were setting up to destroy another car (it was the same car as before, miraculously unharmed — there was a third copy waiting nearby), and everybody wanted to see it this time, so by the time midnight rolled around we were lined up at the window, running commentary. "Look! They're going over there!" "That guy is still shammying the car. How shiny does it have to be?" "Why are they hosing down the road?" "What on earth are they doing to that bus? They've been spraying it or something for 20 minutes." "Are they going to do this again or what?" Finally, everybody on set backed away, and we in the cheap seats started to freak out. The stunt car rolled forward and ran into some kind of green drum (which clearly will be edited out later) with a big bang, and rolled off with a very satisfying crash. Yay! And then ...

FOOM

The frickin' bus EXPLODED! The whole building shook, and flames and smoke shot up in this mushroom cloud all the way to our level, and ... and ... fire! OMG OMG NO WAY That appeared to be the end of the shot. A fire truck came, and they were putting out the bus, which was sheared in half. I am not even kidding. It was so cool.

I'm not that into the Iron Man comics, and I have no idea how good this movie is going to be, but I know everybody at work has to go see it now. Maybe if you look real close, you'll see us jumping up and down in the background =]

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Thursday, April 19, 2007

when life gives you lemons


when life gives you lemons, originally uploaded by Ubermaus.

Mmm, lemonade. For some reason, making this was the most satisfying part of my day. I like my lemonade almost undrinkably tart (which is why it's good I made it in a small batch, because nobody else will want any). I didn't even measure anything, so it's good that it came out okay. It's kind of brownish from the turbinado sugar.

 

Thursday, March 15, 2007

hee hee



From Sunday's Get Fuzzy

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