He Lived Long And Prospered

There are some people whose work is so much a part of our lives that it seems inconceivable that they might ever one day not be around. Leonard Nimoy is -- was -- is one of these people. Dammit.

Now I'm Cookin' With Gas! Well, I Was Before. But Now I'm Doing It Better.

So, I still haven't replaced my living room furniture, which has literally had the stuffing clawed out of it by cats, or even started looking into having my deteriorating concrete replaced. But I have a new stove! I finally got fed up with the old one when the second burner on it stopped working. But, really, it should have been replaced years ago. Y'know, when the metal on the stovetop starts to chip and crumble away, that's a sign your stove is getting a little too old. Plus, it's an annoying stove. The temperature dial only has a few random values marked on it, leaving you to guess at the rest, and the burners have big ol' holes through which debris can fall into an area that's damn near impossible to clean. But! But my new one has a digital display that tells you the temperature! And a timer! And an automatic preheat! And should be really easy to clean!

Tonight, I shall make celebratory tostadas. I shall crisp the tortillas in my new oven (which is easier and probably healthier than frying them) and brown the ground beef on my new burners, and, lo, it shall be a glorious Mexican feast!

Time Machines And Teeth

My latest annoyance: last night I was happily munching on a piece of bread -- bread, mind you, and not even stale bread -- when I suddenly found myself thinking, "Huh, that bit of bread was unusually crunchy." Followed by, "Huh, I suddenly seem to have less chewing surface left to eat this bread with." Or something to that effect, but less coherent.

Yep, that's right. I broke a chunk off my tooth. Aaargh. Fortunately, they were able to fit me in at the dentist today, and I was able to get someone to cover for me at work. (Because, of course, this sort of thing never happens on my days off.) Even more fortunately, it turns out I didn't need a crown this time; they were able to rebuild the missing tooth chunk with a bit of metal and some filling. Still, that was not so much fun. They gave me so much novocaine my eye went numb, and now that it's finally wearing off, my mouth is starting to protest the manhandling. Stupid teeth.

Well, to cheer myself up, I'm going to watch my new favorite video a bunch of times.



Is that not amazing? Seriously, new favorite video ever.

February Currentlies

Current clothes: Blue jeans. A brown t-shirt from Uluru, Australia. White socks.

Current mood: Not too bad. A little tired, maybe, which isn't great, since I have to switch over onto night shifts soon. But, overall, fairly relaxed and upbeat.

Current music: Victims of the Modern Age by Star One. This is a Dutch metal band that writes songs about science fiction movies (and the occasional TV show). It is, of course, impossible for this not to be awesome. (I do think this one isn't quite as awesome as their first one, but then, how could it be? There is no Blake's 7.)

Current annoyance: Ants. My evil six-legged nemeses!

Current thing: I have been getting a fair amount of stuff done lately, since I've had a bit more time and some actual money. (Example: my front doorbell now works for the first time in months! Many, many months.) And when I'm not attempting to be productive, I'm playing The Sims 4. Which is pretty much the exact opposite of productive. Thus do I achieve balance in my life.

Current desktop picture: This picture of Uncle Iroh from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Because Iroh is the best.

Current book: You Can Date Boys When You're Forty by Dave Barry, who never fails to be funny.

Current song in head: It's been something of a random mishmash lately, but for the last few days, nothing seems particularly inclined to stick.

Current refreshment: Peach tea.

Current DVD in player: Nothing at the moment, but most recently the second disc of season 5 of Archer.

Current worry: That I will lose my war against the ants. Which, even apart from the possibility of them eating my house, will mean that I cannot get my drippy bathtub faucet fixed, because I cannot ask the plumbers to work inside a wall that is crawling with ants. I think that would be entirely too much to expect.

Current thought: My mind just went completely blank.