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Scattered thougts du jour
I meant to clean out my closet, but instead am embarked on more cooking experiments; to wit, Yet Another Curry Attempt. Probably as a result of talking to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sweh about the superiority of London curries the other night. Besides, I really wanted to get some use out of all the spices my pooky brought back from his last India trip. (I also have a duck roasting in the oven, but that's not as who should say experimental.)
My favorite pen (it's dark green/brown with sparklies), which I use for scribbling Champions plot notes, ran out on the way home today. Waah. I don't remember where I got it, so replacing it could be tricky. Don't ask me why, but it's easier to think when I'm writing with that pen. Possibly this is pathetically psychosomatic.
As I was walking up the driveway, a biplane flew right overhead, low enough I could see "US Army" painted on the under-wings (though it looked like the Air Force symbol), triggering a moment of complete cognitive dissonance: "we were going to go to the aerodrome next weekend, right? And it's not here." ...Just now, I could swear I hear it or another one, but I can't see any from the computer room window due to excessive foliage.
Public service announcement:naudia and the pooky are stuck in Florida onaccounta hurricane, but are well and safe and not feeling particularly threatened.
sweh about the superiority of London curries the other night. Besides, I really wanted to get some use out of all the spices my pooky brought back from his last India trip. (I also have a duck roasting in the oven, but that's not as who should say experimental.)My favorite pen (it's dark green/brown with sparklies), which I use for scribbling Champions plot notes, ran out on the way home today. Waah. I don't remember where I got it, so replacing it could be tricky. Don't ask me why, but it's easier to think when I'm writing with that pen. Possibly this is pathetically psychosomatic.
As I was walking up the driveway, a biplane flew right overhead, low enough I could see "US Army" painted on the under-wings (though it looked like the Air Force symbol), triggering a moment of complete cognitive dissonance: "we were going to go to the aerodrome next weekend, right? And it's not here." ...Just now, I could swear I hear it or another one, but I can't see any from the computer room window due to excessive foliage.
Public service announcement:
naudia and the pooky are stuck in Florida onaccounta hurricane, but are well and safe and not feeling particularly threatened.