Worse Than In-N-Out

This is attempt number THREE at ordering a particular fabric from fabric.com. 



That one, specifically.  So far, each order has been cancelled due to it being out of stock.  Now it's on sale, which I hope means they have the damn stuff.  The dining room chairs could really stand to have their seats recovered.  I guess the good news is that the orders which should have had this stuff did have some adorable Alexander Henry pinups (boys AND girls), but I want my fish already, please.

I've moved my journal over to Dreamwidth because LJ just isn't what it used to be. I'll be crossposting, and continuing to check LJ. DW can be joined without an invite code right now, and importing my ancient (but poorly updated) journal took about three minutes. Basically, if you were thinking about setting up an account, the time is now.

I can't even manage to keep Pinterest totally clean and dedicated to well photographed recipes and inspirational quotes about weight loss.  This is why I won't touch Facebook.

I've been doing some major Kindle binging tonight. Bear in mind that I don't actually have any dedicated ebook readers, but my phone's screen is pretty large, and it has various ebook apps, and Amazon has a ton of free downloads (if you have an American street address on your account, even if you're connecting from another country), and it'll start to make more sense. Each book you look at suggests books that other people who bought that one also bought, and it's easy to download a ton of things, much like Wikipedia browsing.

I mentioned to DB that my Wikipedia'ing often seemed to end at a common point, from a search on Image Magick leading to Sex Magick (not quite the same thing), to Jonestown somehow leading to mystical writings. Tonight's Kindle search managed to get past the usual romance offerings ('He felt his passion begin to rise'), which led to some rather neat old military manuals about sabotage and knot making, then to spiritual/mystic works, then to this, which didn't even get good reviews.  I figure that's proof that if you ever find the end of the internet, Aleister Crowley's going to be there, waiting for you.

I ended up with a fair bit of Ralph Waldo Trine and similar, more in the spiritual vein than occult, but with a few on clairvoyance, and a bunch of cookbooks.  The idea of 100 year old veg*n recipes was too appealing, and I know enough about baking to make edible food from old recipes.

Still wearing the green nail polish.  I used to wear polish on my toes most of the time, but not on my fingers, because it took ages to dry, but I stopped using it entirely when I found out I was pregnant.  Apparently, in between then and now, most brands have reformulated to be less toxic, which means they dry much faster, oddly enough, so I'm back to having interesting nails.  Considering I'm also especially prone to foot injuries and black toenails with a toddler in the house, I figure I'll keep on this way for a few years at least.

Anyway, why do you care?  Because there's more amusement/awfulness in the world of cosmetics than I'd realised.  When visiting my parents, my mum and I noticed a line of Justin Bieber-inspired polishes, made by Nicole, which is basically the younger line of a high end brand.  Why would Justin Bieber want to sell nail polish at Walmart?  Because “A lot of [Justin's] songs are about making girls feel good...He sees that nail polish really makes girls feel good."  Well, thank God we've got him around, then, bringing his service to all of humanity, or 52% of it, at least.  I know I'll be buying some Bieber-polish the next time I'm feeling unloved.

If that's not your style, there's this, which I suppose just makes you look like a lonely dude.  It's not the first cosmetic color with a dirty name, but I think there's a lot more appeal to the process than the clean-up, somehow.  Still, there's a waiting list?  Really?

I suspect, at some level, that how you feel about Yoko Ono probably says a lot about you as a person. 

Today's fit of minor motivation has resulted in apple cake, apple crisp, fucked up crockpot apple cake, and the purchase of a $4 book on nutrition.  If I can keep it up, I want to make whole wheat bread, and I need to fold diapers and laundry, dry laundry, do dishes, and make up some toddler lunch boxes.  Need to remember to update this thin from time to time, too.

I finally got around to sticking the tomatillos I got last week in the oven, and making green salsa.  I really, really like that stuff, though this batch didn't come out very hot.  The flavor seemed good and balanced, and it's easy enough to make.

Vanilla vodka in root beer is sweet, and blends in well.  You could totally get someone drunk on this before they even noticed.

I went to look up one thing and got Wikipedia'd again.  You know who has a foot fetish?  Everyone.  From my experiences with foot fetish webmasters, I'm willing to bet everyone on this list is a total asshole.  Also, I love that the second item under the related list for Natalism is Cannon Fodder.

I play The Sims, or I did before I had Tom, anyway.  DB just got me the third game, but I haven't had a chance to do much with it.  Anyway, I used to download various objects and modifications for it.  Mostly, I'd choose items which would add some variety, or realism, so I downloaded a lot of furniture, and skins with tattoos that faded with age.  Nothing too exciting.  

A few years ago, I had a coworker who also played the game, and really, really liked it.  She also downloaded objects, but typically chose ones that would make her little faux people more attractive or appealing to her.  She'd sometimes try bonding with me by discussing the latest custom objects she'd found.  There was some mesh that features platform shoes that was better than previous, similar meshes, and a few others I've forgotten now.  And then there was Crammyboy's Penis Hack.  I think I almost spit out my coffee when she mentioned that one.  I have a bit of a problem with 'penis' and 'hack' being used together, and I'd never actually had the desire to put wangs on my sims.  I'd also never considered that having a pie menu with options like 'get hard' or 'zombie' (a flesh tone, apparently) might be a positive thing.  That conversation definitely left some scars. 

So, tonight, I ended up browsing through Sims sites, and found the red light district, I suppose.  You can download such wonders as a 'masturbation computer,' which I could sort of see as a date-altenative for low-charisma sims, or '3D modeled labia' (wha?  why?).  I think I've found the ultimate inexplicable download, though.  It's the STD Bed.  Yes, you can give your sims VD.  Why you'd want to, I'm really not sure. 

I don't think what the world really needed was an NKOTB reunion, but how often does the world get what it needs?  Wherever she is now, my overly heterosexual childhood best friend is probably thrilled.  This is the girl who wanted to marry all of them, and figured I was jealous because I didn't think that was too legal.  Gah.

Bento box AND diaper orders both arrived today, so I have two new diapers drying on the porch, and lunchboxes in the cupboard.  The unpictured 'cowboy stuff' print turned out to be just that; a red diaper with lassos, boots, badges, cacti, and hats on it, and those words printed, as well.  Between the label and the edge of the diaper, one word's been cut off, and just says 'ass'.  The bad-parent part of me is slightly disappointed that my son's too young to be able to find that amusing.  'Retro space travel' is a blue diaper, with cartoonish aliens, planets, and rocket ships on it.  Quite cute.  Bento order is a one-tiered and two-tiered box in four different patterns (three pastel fruit ones with dorky things printed on them, one blue with white dots), two little insulated bags, some sauce bottles, that sushi grass, little bands to hold the boxes together, and a rice mold.  Oh, and a bag of little melamine cubes, like those 'magic sponges,' but smaller and cheaper.  There's also a second of this box, because I wasn't paying attention, and bought two.  Any interest, nohari ?

In other mail-related news, I finally sent cybermule 's parcel, which is really just an envelope, with not as much in it as I'd hoped, because of the shape of the container, and no Goldfish crackers at all, for the same reason.  So, I suck at sending things out of the country, unless it's to Canada, and even then, that's just because I'm familiar with it.   So my apologies for that not being so awesome.