Monday . April 21 . 2003 . 11:00am food impermanence I finished the penciling on the first chapter (I call it pretentiously) of my comic. Now I have to do the inking. Ugh, I am demoralized by the prospect of this. It's like having to draw the whole thing all over again. Joe has suggested that I scan the pages after inking and put them online, but I'm not sure what I want to do with them yet. Also (George McFly voice) what if people said I was no good? I just don't think that I can take that kind of rejection. Well, no, I don't really feel that way (well, maybe a little), but that sure would be a lot of scanning, and a lot of memory taken up on my Homestead account. Who knows, maybe I'll just go low-tech with it and mass produce the thing at Kinko's when it's finished, 'zine style. Or maybe I'll just finish the book, hide it in a box, and show no one. * * * I had a Cadbury Crème Egg yesterday. I used to love those things. Well, first of all, they look so good on the commercial, so irresistibly creamy at the core after getting ejected from that rabbit anus, all color-foil-covered and chocolatey. But it seems that, like all candy bars, Cadbury Crème Eggs taste better when you're a kid. That shit is so sweet, it pulls every single last drop of moisture out of your body and leaves you a dessicated husk after consumption. Also, the crème, which I just used to think was so delicious, isn't really. And it's not really that creamy either. It's more like drying Elmer's glue. Maybe if I microwaved it first, it would achieve that commercial-like consistency, but then the surrounding chocolate shell would melt. I guess Joe doesn't agree with me about the candy-not-tasting-as good-as- when-you-were-a-kid principle, because he just ate all my little Snickers bars from the supermarket. Which brings me to my pet peeve about living with someone: food impermanence. What food you buy at the store is not necessarily the food that will be around when you decide that you want to eat it. Because sometimes it is eaten by the mouth of another. There's something very sad about saving food for the perfect moment of consumption, only to find, when you reach the refrigerator, that it has been eaten weeks ago by a marauding mouth. The main impermanent food group in this household is any kind of junk food. See, I like junk food, and I buy it. Joe pretends that he does not like junk food, since he's Mister Healthy California ex-pat, and does not buy junk food, but then eats the stuff that I buy. Sneaky. The main disappearing food in our kitchen is ice cream. I buy a pint of ice cream, and the next day, it's gone. I tried to slow down the disappearing process by buying two pints of ice cream, one for me and one for him, but for some reason, my pint always disappears first, regardless of flavor. Other impermanent foods include chocolate, chips, any kind of fruity candy (Chewy Spree, jelly beans or similar), and pudding/Jello cups. (Though I shouldn't complain about the pudding and Jello, because Joe bought that at the store for me when I was sick, and then polished them off when I was all laid up in the hospital.) The snack foods that are safe from being pillaged are the ones that Joe doesn't like. These include Funyuns, certain Japanese snack foods (Pocky, Pretz and so forth), and canned mandarin orange slices. These are the foods I know will always be there for me. That, and the Tupperware-encased leftovers in the refrigerator that no one will touch. * * * Today, we are headed downtown to the Seaport to give them the seating cards, wedding programs, wedding favors, and a frighteningly large check for the balance. I am trying not to look at the numbers, but it's like that crazy-looking guy sitting across from you on the subway. You just have to stare. So the weather update for the wedding is looking up! Now it's saying a high of 61° and mostly sunny, with a 10% chance of precipitation. This is good. However, the forecast says that it will be raining the day before and the day after the wedding, so Joe feels that the chance of actually having good weather on Sunday are chancy at best. I, however, hold firm to the weather.com prediction. It doesn't even say "partly cloudy" anymore, which is a weatherman's way of hedging his bets. (Sort of like when radiologists say "cannot rule out..." on their final reports instead of just saying that things look normal.) It actually goes as far to say "mostly sunny". MOSTLY. SUNNY. That's a bold statement. And I'm going to choose to believe them. Also, if it rains on Sunday, I'll sue. I don't know who. Just...someone. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 6 days Projected wedding weather: Mostly sunny with 10% chance precipitation, high 61°/ low 47° |
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Monday . April 21 . 2003 . 11:00am food impermanence I finished the penciling on the first chapter (I call it pretentiously) of my comic. Now I have to do the inking. Ugh, I am demoralized by the prospect of this. It's like having to draw the whole thing all over again. Joe has suggested that I scan the pages after inking and put them online, but I'm not sure what I want to do with them yet. Also (George McFly voice) what if people said I was no good? I just don't think that I can take that kind of rejection. Well, no, I don't really feel that way (well, maybe a little), but that sure would be a lot of scanning, and a lot of memory taken up on my Homestead account. Who knows, maybe I'll just go low-tech with it and mass produce the thing at Kinko's when it's finished, 'zine style. Or maybe I'll just finish the book, hide it in a box, and show no one. * * * I had a Cadbury Crème Egg yesterday. I used to love those things. Well, first of all, they look so good on the commercial, so irresistibly creamy at the core after getting ejected from that rabbit anus, all color-foil-covered and chocolatey. But it seems that, like all candy bars, Cadbury Crème Eggs taste better when you're a kid. That shit is so sweet, it pulls every single last drop of moisture out of your body and leaves you a dessicated husk after consumption. Also, the crème, which I just used to think was so delicious, isn't really. And it's not really that creamy either. It's more like drying Elmer's glue. Maybe if I microwaved it first, it would achieve that commercial-like consistency, but then the surrounding chocolate shell would melt. I guess Joe doesn't agree with me about the candy-not-tasting-as good-as- when-you-were-a-kid principle, because he just ate all my little Snickers bars from the supermarket. Which brings me to my pet peeve about living with someone: food impermanence. What food you buy at the store is not necessarily the food that will be around when you decide that you want to eat it. Because sometimes it is eaten by the mouth of another. There's something very sad about saving food for the perfect moment of consumption, only to find, when you reach the refrigerator, that it has been eaten weeks ago by a marauding mouth. The main impermanent food group in this household is any kind of junk food. See, I like junk food, and I buy it. Joe pretends that he does not like junk food, since he's Mister Healthy California ex-pat, and does not buy junk food, but then eats the stuff that I buy. Sneaky. The main disappearing food in our kitchen is ice cream. I buy a pint of ice cream, and the next day, it's gone. I tried to slow down the disappearing process by buying two pints of ice cream, one for me and one for him, but for some reason, my pint always disappears first, regardless of flavor. Other impermanent foods include chocolate, chips, any kind of fruity candy (Chewy Spree, jelly beans or similar), and pudding/Jello cups. (Though I shouldn't complain about the pudding and Jello, because Joe bought that at the store for me when I was sick, and then polished them off when I was all laid up in the hospital.) The snack foods that are safe from being pillaged are the ones that Joe doesn't like. These include Funyuns, certain Japanese snack foods (Pocky, Pretz and so forth), and canned mandarin orange slices. These are the foods I know will always be there for me. That, and the Tupperware-encased leftovers in the refrigerator that no one will touch. * * * Today, we are headed downtown to the Seaport to give them the seating cards, wedding programs, wedding favors, and a frighteningly large check for the balance. I am trying not to look at the numbers, but it's like that crazy-looking guy sitting across from you on the subway. You just have to stare. So the weather update for the wedding is looking up! Now it's saying a high of 61° and mostly sunny, with a 10% chance of precipitation. This is good. However, the forecast says that it will be raining the day before and the day after the wedding, so Joe feels that the chance of actually having good weather on Sunday are chancy at best. I, however, hold firm to the weather.com prediction. It doesn't even say "partly cloudy" anymore, which is a weatherman's way of hedging his bets. (Sort of like when radiologists say "cannot rule out..." on their final reports instead of just saying that things look normal.) It actually goes as far to say "mostly sunny". MOSTLY. SUNNY. That's a bold statement. And I'm going to choose to believe them. Also, if it rains on Sunday, I'll sue. I don't know who. Just...someone. xo Michelle Countdown to the wedding: 6 days Projected wedding weather: Mostly sunny with 10% chance precipitation, high 61°/ low 47° |
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