just call me seven

Fun T-shirts.
Via The Bloggess:
Witness the wondrous power of the slogan generator from The Surrealist.

Not even my t-shirt.

More like an Eight.

How chirpy!

And so is your mom.

Sounds like a band… The Electric Seven.


And a day without sunshine is like… night.

Do you have a Seven?

iTunes game.

So, Emily started this thing… you open iTunes and put it on shuffle.
Then you write a poem using the first audible line of each song.
Here’s mine:

I never had it; I never wanted it
Take a long drive with me
Someday when I’m awfully low
Dear charming kite,do lightly bite

Throwing off the fetters; working on my smile
Before we were on our way
In this dry and weary land
Turn your eyes from all this way

It’s all a waste of time again
‘Cause it’s a bittersweet symphony
This is how it works
It’s a wonder I can walk on painted avenues

Hello, darkness, my old friend
Early in the evening, just about suppertime
The distant country
Gee, but it’s great to be back home

Won’t you come along with me?
I believe in freedom; I believe in truth
Hello to the world
How long will I wait?

Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love
Golden bars of sunlight
If you ever get close to a human
Who can say where the road goes?


Rufus Wainwright
The Decemberists
Frank Sinatra
Joanna Newsom

Sarah Kelly
Stephen Malkmus
Ryan Delmore
Jennifer Knapp

The Flaming Lips
The Verve
Regina Spektor
The Waiting

Simon & Garfunkel
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Simon & Garfunkel

Ella Fitzgerald
Sarah Kelly
The Fire Theft
Addison Road

Rufus Wainwright
The Waiting
The Decemberists

Just in case you didn’t know…

Any time you see a movie quote, there’s a strong possibility that I will be offering points for the first correct guess.  There’s a little widget on the sidebar that shows the current scores, and as of now, my brother is the only one who occupies it.  You’re not going to just let him have the whole thing to himself without a fight, are ya?  (Thanks for your guesses, Michael… you’re the best.)

So you gotta ask yourself a question:  Do I feel lucky?  Well, do ya, punk?

(1 million points for the first correct answer… I figured I’d start out with an easy one.  Enjoy!)

My Funny (non-existent) Valentine.
2 February 2008, 3:12 pm
Filed under: Cheesy Fiction, I Am A Geek, I'm a Big Dork

Well, I don’t have one yet, but what if this was how we met?

It’s nearly six o’clock on a blustery evening in the gray-colored month of March. The wind is blowing; the trees are rustling all around. A lonely bluebird warbles mournfully, high atop a power line. I am sitting in my living room with the blinds open so I can watch for the pizza guy… I hate it when they catch me off guard. My cash is sitting on the ledge by the door, ready to give to the (probably pimply-faced high-schooler) delivery man who soon will arrive.

My tummy rumbles… it’s been so long since I’ve had a pizza with the works. I can almost taste it now.

A silver 4-Runner pulls into my driveway, and a tall, dark-haired man steps out. He’s holding that huge red bag that keeps the pizzas warm in his left hand, and with his right gives his door a nudge to shut it. He strides purposefully up to my front door, and rings the doorbell with a rakish flair.

I open the door.

I stare for awhile (he is a handsome man).

“Pizza’s here,” he points out.

I come back to earth with a start. “Sorry. How much was it?” I ask.

“It’s on me,” he says.

I stare a little while longer. I think maybe I haven’t heard correctly, so I double-check: “What did you say?”

He says softly, “It’s on me. I paid for it already… you don’t need to pay.”

Light is beginning to dawn. “But why?” I ask. “Why would you do that?”

He clears his throat. “Well, I live on the other end of the street, and I’ve seen you and your sister walking around the neighborhood now and then. I noticed that you always wear pajama pants and baggy sweatshirts, and usually it looks like you haven’t showered in awhile. Your hair sticks up in some places and is plastered to your head in others, like you just woke up and all you did was run your fingers through it. And I thought to myself, ‘any woman who can walk around in public looking like that without seeming to care seems like an interesting woman to know.’ But I didn’t know how to meet you without seeming like a stalker, so I got a second job at Papa John’s and waited until I saw your address pop up on the delivery screen. I volunteered to take this delivery, and now here I am.”

I gently told him, “Some people might think getting a job at a pizza place in the hopes that you might be able to deliver to my house someday involves a little more in-depth stalking than just walking up to my door and introducing yourself.”

He looked a little crestfallen. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to creep you out.” He turned away.

“Wait,” I stammer, “You don’t have to go. I’m not creeped out. But before we talk any more, I do need to make a couple requests. First, what’s your name?”

“Jack Jones,” he replies, “What’s your second request?”

I pause. I’m not sure how to say this. I give it a whirl: “Can we eat this pizza while we talk? I’m starving!”

My New Band.
This looked like fun, so I decided to steal it. I got it from Hay, whose blog I found, I think, through Kerflop.Here’s the meme: You design the cover of your band’s album using these links:
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/ The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. You then take the pic and add your band name and the album title to it, then post your pic.

Introducing my new band,
Universal Measuring Machine.
We proudly present our new album,
“Remains And Is Immortal.”

My Latest Obsession: Pot Pie.

Yes, you read a-right. I am recently (since Wednesday) addicted beyond belief to pot pie of all flavors. I had some at Marie Callendar’s when I was there Wednesday with a friend, and, while I enjoyed it, my immediate thought was, “I could make this… better.” So I did. I looked up pot pie in my mom’s trusty Betty Crocker cookbook, and set to work.

Oh. My. Gosh. The crust that Betty has you make is a celery seed crust, and it is to die for. It’s really light and flaky, and it has this great flavor from the celery seed. I actually used celery salt (since that’s the only thing we had) and just omitted salt from the crust and the filling to make up for it. It turned out really well.

Liquid-y stuff:
1/3 C butter
1/3 C flour
1/2 an onion
1/2 teaspoon salt (remember, if you use celery salt, I recommend that you omit this stuff.)
1-3/4 C chicken/turkey broth (I used bouillon… who has chicken broth just sitting around?)
Lots and lots of pepper (I’m obsessed… you might want to use less.)
2/3 C milk
Heat butter over low heat until melted.
Whisk in the flour, and keep whisking until it’s smooth, with no lumps (trust me).
Stir in onions & pepper… and salt if you must.
Heat until thickened (it says to stir constantly, but whatever. I didn’t, and it turned out fine. I also had to turn the heat up to almost medium before it would thicken at all… Betty knows some stuff, but she’s not a magician).

For the chicken, I just cooked some thighs up in my mom’s cast-iron pan, along with half an onion, chopped pretty big, and some sage and some cardamom (another obsession of mine). I just cooked it until it was all done, and then drained it and set it aside until I was ready for it.

Crust: (I would do this after your saucy stuff and chicken are done, so it doesn’t just sit there and dry out.)
1/3 C Crisco (that’s right… Crisco. This ain’t no diet food.)
2 C flour
2 t celery seed
1 t salt
4-5 T water
~Cut the shortening into the flour, celery seed and salt until pieces are the size of small peas (mine never look like peas… they always look like shredded cheese… Betty, I am not.)
~Sprinkle in water, 1 T at a time, tossing with fork until all the loose flour is moistened and it almost cleans the side of the bowl when you stir it around. (I didn’t measure the water at all… I just added a little bit at a time until it seemed like it was the right consistency. Be sure to just toss it with a fork instead of doing some hard-core stirring, because I think when you handle the dough too much it gets tough.)
Use 2/3 of the dough for the bottom, and the other 1/3 for the top.

I improvised a little lot on the vegetables… Betty thinks that a 10-oz. bag of frozen mixed vegetables is going to cut it, but she’s WRONG, folks. Don’t do it. I did some layers… I love me some layers:
Frozen spinach
Chicken mixture
Cut-up baby carrots (that’s what we had…)
Broccoli that was about to go bad, cut up in little pieces (keepin’ it real, people.)
More chicken mix
Frozen french-cut green beans
Frozen corn (I love corn)
the rest of the chicken
the rest of the sauce

I used this really deep crockery-sort of dish that we have, so it’s like the mother of all pot pies. But really, it needed to be that big to fit all the veg I crammed into it. I’m not about the weenie pot pies with two peas, a few carrot slices and 1 piece of chicken (Hey! I never knew there was chicken in this soup!)… I like my stuff to be hearty, and well worth my time.

So you just put all this crap in the crust, and put the top crust on… I always make something pretty in my crusts, because that’s how I roll, but you could just cut a couple slits for ventilation, otherwise your pie might sprout a leak and blow a hole out the top.

I would recommend brushing the crust with a little buttah to make it extra delicious. As I may have mentioned before, this ain’t no diet food. But really, it’s not that bad for you, either. Aside from all the butter. And the Crisco. And the flour. You know. It has veggies! Lots and lots of veggies! That’s all I’m saying.
Bake this puppy uncovered in a 425 oven for about 30 minutes, or until your crust is golden.

I am looking forward to experimenting further, using zucchini and summer squash and “every good thing” (if you can name this movie, I’m just going to say, you have issues. Just like me.) now that I’ve used up all the stuff that was in the freezer.

Here are a couple more pictures for your viewing pleasure:

My sister drew this one on the computer… I love it. I thought he was blowing through his nose onto the pot pie; I am wrong. He is sniffing in the zesty aroma. Yummy, yummy in his tummmmmy. Ho, ho. (Family inside joke)

That’s all folks. Chicken Pot Pie: Eat it.

Buy a beanie; feed my goodwill habit.

New stuff up on my etsy shop and on sevenbacon. I make hats and scarves and stuff… “Oh, she knits?” “Crochets.” (2 million points if you know the movie that’s from). Uh, yeah. Anyways… I make stuff out of yarn, and I usually just give them to people, but I decided to make my genius available to the general public from now on (hold your applause until the end of the post, please. It’s disruptive to the other readers).Oh, my. I’m weird tonight.

So you want to hear the weirdest thing I’ve ever bought at Goodwill? I know you do, so I’ll tell you: a giant bag of fun size (what’s with that name, anyway? Wouldn’t fun size be, like, as big as your head, or like the length of your arm? I’ve always thought that. A half-size candy bar is no kind of fun at all. Continuing on…) AirHeads. You know, the chewy, fruity candy? It’s a mix of flavors, and it’s kind of a strange mix… it’s half “fruit” flavors and half “sour” flavors, except they only have three different kinds in each category. “Fruit” has Watermelon, Blue Raspberry and Cherry (Hello AirHead makers, where is the White Mystery? Huh? Those are the best. And Strawberry), and “Sour” contains Cherry, Blue Raspberry and Apple (Wha? The Apple came out of nowhere. I didn’t even know they made Apple ones). The weird thing is that the sour ones all have the same wrapper… the only way to tell which flavor you have is by searching for a tiny little picture in the lower corner. It’s the weirdest thing. But dude!! They were $1.29! One Freaking Twenty-Nine. That’s so cheap. So yeah. I never thought I would see the day when I would buy food at Goodwill, but man. Who could resist that deal?

I’ve decided that I’ll put a little widget in the sidebar to keep track of peoples’ points. It’s only fair… if you’re going to go through the trouble of wracking your brain for the answer to whatever random quote I vomit out involuntarily, you should get some recognition out of the deal.  (Done, and done.  Behold it there, on the left.)

I’ll leave you now with my (so far) favorite Lolcat:
Goodnight, y’all.