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Still Vibrating
Mar. 25th, 2009 07:06 pmI decided to head out on the scooter today to do my Farmer's Market/Wheatsville run and to work on my resume and read The Web That Has No Weaver : Understanding Chinese Medicine
as part of my latest head trip. I saw there was a chance of isolated thunderstorms later in the evening, but I figured I'd be home by then. Because the scooter is a) electric and b) is missing 50% of its main body panel, I generally don't drive it when I think it will rain. Not to mention the fact that it's dangerous and uncomfortable and I was wearing sandals.
I was headed north on Lamar when some idiot in a huge black pickup pulled a crazy stunt where he pulled out into the oncoming lane and *stopped* while waiting for a spot to open up in his lane. It had started sprinkling earlier, and I'd already had the thought that it was a very dangerous time to ride because it hadn't rained hard in a long time. All those fucking SXSW (GRR!) people had been hosing the streets with oil from their low-end, poorly-maintained shitboxes and the road was likely to be slick. When I hit the brakes, the scooter tried to lay over. It got to about 45 degrees before I caught it with my *sandaled* feet in Horse Stance and narrowly stopped it from smearing me over the pavement.
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as part of my latest head trip. I saw there was a chance of isolated thunderstorms later in the evening, but I figured I'd be home by then. Because the scooter is a) electric and b) is missing 50% of its main body panel, I generally don't drive it when I think it will rain. Not to mention the fact that it's dangerous and uncomfortable and I was wearing sandals. I was headed north on Lamar when some idiot in a huge black pickup pulled a crazy stunt where he pulled out into the oncoming lane and *stopped* while waiting for a spot to open up in his lane. It had started sprinkling earlier, and I'd already had the thought that it was a very dangerous time to ride because it hadn't rained hard in a long time. All those fucking SXSW (GRR!) people had been hosing the streets with oil from their low-end, poorly-maintained shitboxes and the road was likely to be slick. When I hit the brakes, the scooter tried to lay over. It got to about 45 degrees before I caught it with my *sandaled* feet in Horse Stance and narrowly stopped it from smearing me over the pavement.
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I am blessed!
Apr. 16th, 2008 01:37 amRight at this moment, perhaps because of all the butter, I'm really feeling it.
Gratitude and thanks to all those who have, do, and will contribute to my joy in life. I love you all.
Gratitude and thanks to all those who have, do, and will contribute to my joy in life. I love you all.
Fish Meuniere with Browned Butter and Lime
Mostly from The New Best Recipe
, but using tilapia from Randalls, lime instead of lemon, and chile pepper instead of black pepper.
Totally delicious. I can't wait to try it with actual, fresh fish from a real fish market instead of shrink-wrapped iffies from Randalls!
Mostly from The New Best Recipe
, but using tilapia from Randalls, lime instead of lemon, and chile pepper instead of black pepper. Totally delicious. I can't wait to try it with actual, fresh fish from a real fish market instead of shrink-wrapped iffies from Randalls!
Holy Shit I Bought a Lot of Clothes!
May. 16th, 2007 02:47 am...and I'm not even *going* to Flipside.
Which, we'll note, just about makes me cry.
*sniff*
I am, however, going to San Francisco. And there, I will need clothes. Many, *many* clothes.
Luckily, I seem to have purchased ALL of them today. I dropped about $50 in $2,$3, and $4 increments. In addition to a substantial amount of gender-bending gear, I also found an absolutely pre-destined pair of black leather pants, perfect for the bondage club event I'm planning on attending in SF, and also perfect for fire dancing. Between this batch and what I've already got, I should be, well, stoked.
Rarely have I been as profoundly and devoutly grateful to God as upon hearing of the death of Jerry Falwell. May he rest in silence. The Chariot will indeed have to Swing Low to take him to his final destination.
Which, we'll note, just about makes me cry.
*sniff*
I am, however, going to San Francisco. And there, I will need clothes. Many, *many* clothes.
Luckily, I seem to have purchased ALL of them today. I dropped about $50 in $2,$3, and $4 increments. In addition to a substantial amount of gender-bending gear, I also found an absolutely pre-destined pair of black leather pants, perfect for the bondage club event I'm planning on attending in SF, and also perfect for fire dancing. Between this batch and what I've already got, I should be, well, stoked.
Rarely have I been as profoundly and devoutly grateful to God as upon hearing of the death of Jerry Falwell. May he rest in silence. The Chariot will indeed have to Swing Low to take him to his final destination.
