The most tedious part of the whole process was removing the partial tiles from around the hole. When it gets warmer, we're going to install tile.
So now we have a video camera and a minivan. I think we're pretty much set for the baby to arrive.
While visiting my parent's dairy farm for Thanksgiving, I made this short video on How to chew cud
A couple hours later, some other member of our household (who will remain nameless to protect the identity of the guilty), despite having been warned of the bread dough in the oven, started the oven (to preheat it) without removing the dough.
Fortunately (*very* fortunately), the dough was in a metal bowl. When we went to put the chicken in the oven, we discovered, to our horror, that the bread dough was still in there, and well on its way to being baked. An executive decision was made to continue baking the bread on an experimental basis.
The bread baked (although with such a large loaf - it was supposed to make at least 4 regular loaves - the center still wasn't quite done), and came out of the pan quite easily (I had coated it with oil before letting it rise).
And now, I give you:
Bowl bread! (cue mad scientist laughter in the background)
(not to be confused with a bread bowl)
(I mentioned this thought-mistake to my wife, and she said I should put on the blog. So here it is)
I call it the Mono/Pnuemonia diet.
The name isn't quite as catchy as those diets named after trendy places.
The tricky part (which I address in a chapter in my upcoming book) is how to contract mono and pnuemonia at the same time.
He created a very simple demo. I played with it and took a screenshot. It's quite possibly a shining example of the sort of juvenile behavior this sort of technology is *not* to be used for.
So this leads naturally (in my mind) to the idea of annotating web pages with virtual moustaches and glasses. The idea of virtual graffiti is very appealing as it satisfies two conflicting requirements:
(In the comments of his post, Joel pointed a site with a similar idea www.mystickies.com. I didn't create an account and try it, mostly in an attempt to squelch the impulse to find a flat panel monitor ad and put virtual stickies all over the virtual bezel.)
Another difference is the focus on eggs (according to the tagline, anyway). I dislike eggs for breakfast. Any other time of day eggs are fine (as long as they are fully cooked), but they make me queasy in the morning.
It was a tasty waffle.
According to reliable sources, at least one other hotel in the area has the same implement of fresh waffleness.
Does this mean there is illegal sea food about?
I've only been in Baltimore a short time, but I haven't seen any shady characters in trench coats whispering "Hey budy, want some prawns?"
Last week I had a hankering for muffins. Being somewhat competent in the kitchen, I set about on a quest to make some. I consulted my wife's "Joy of Cooking" tome for proper muffin making technique. The key is to keep the wet and dry ingredients separate as long as possible, and mix them just enough to get them sufficiently mixed. To the consternation of assorted bystanders, I actually *measured* most of the ingredients (okay, so I'm embellishing the story a bit - the only bystander was the cat, and he wasn't all that concerned.)
The pictured pineapple-coconut muffin is from my third batch (for the record, the first batch was blueberry, and the second batch was raspberry).
The recipe called for 4 teaspoons of baking powder. After reading the baking powder label, this seemed like a lot of sodium, so I reduced it to 2 teaspoons. The muffins still appeared to rise okay, and were still tasty.
On a related note, expectant parents have books of baby names at their disposal for aid in choosing a name. I wonder if programmers could use such a resource to assist in naming their variables (and functions and namespaces, etc)?
(Actually, a thesaurus is handy for that purpose. (Ugh, I just answered my own rhetorical question))
That's just one complaint, and a surface complaint at that. No, the real issue goes deeper. I feel it my heart. I have become distracted. Some years, I think I just want to throw off all the endless festivities that purport to celebrate, but somehow, seem to drain the season of all meaning. One year I'll actually do it - no parties, no festivals, no made-for-TV movies, none of the accoutrements that we consider indispensible - just a single, solitary observance focused on the true meaning of daylight savings time.
In the final analysis, it's not daylight savings time that has lost its way. It is we who have lost our bearings. But it doesn't have to be that way. Will you join me in rediscovering the joyful simplicity that is the end of daylight savings time?
On a similar note, would it even be possible to tight roll baggy pants?
And the cultural collision images kept coming - two guys collide, their clothes get mixed up - "Hey, you got your hip hop in my disco." Second guy - "Hey, you got your disco in my hip hop".
