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Caramel chow
Feb. 28th, 2004 03:11 amKendra got a care package from her folks a couple of days ago, one of those high-class gift baskets. That was sweet of them; Kendra's having a rough semester. But it came with a large box of "caramel cookies". I want you all to picture caramel cookies in your mind. What might they be like? Gooey, certainly. Soft. Perhaps enrobed in chocolate.
What they actually are are flat, vaguely caramel-flavored pellets, about 1/2" in diameter, with the look and texture of animal crackers—if all of the animal crackers happened to be jellyfish. They would make fine tokens for Cosmic Encounter; I suspect that if you glued them underneath your furniture you'd prevent scratches to your hardwood floors. You can't dip them in anything, since they're too tiny to hold on to. And we have rather a large box of them. If we had llamas with a sweet tooth, I expect we would be awfully happy right now.
(Tech note: does anyone not see an em-dash after "animal crackers" above? Text encoding for Macs and PCs is a little different, and I'd like to be universally legible.)
I'm experimenting with a new LJ image; this comes from the South Park create-a-character applet at the Comedy Central site. Kinda nifty. At some point I'll upload an actual photo of myself, but for now this comes close. A little too close, actually. "I look like Jesus / So they say."
I spent most of the evening finishing up an eight-page SWAPA while watching B-movies (specifically They Came from Beyond Space and The War of the Robots). (I naughtily failed to email the OEs to say I wasn't going to minac, but I got a phone call from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kelilah as a result, so I won't complain.) Kendra was away at the Dawn Dance (which, apparently, extends rather a ways on either side of dawn); she'll be away all day tomorrow as well, alas. Missing dawn entirely, now that I think of it.
Now Autofocus is on HBO; I'd never seen it. Quite good so far, though I should be paying better attention to it. It's a good film for those of us who like breasts, too, though I get the feeling that the message is not going to be "Obsession with breasts is the winning strategy! Go, perverts!"
The War of the Robots, incidentally, is an excellently bad movie. I had no idea it was produced as late as 1978, though the "lightsaber" battle should have tipped me off. It's badly dubbed Italian, the evil robots look like the Little Dutch Boy with identical blond pageboys, and the model effects do a spectacular job of looking exactly like the real thing—i.e., models. It was in the 10-DVDs-for-$15 Space Odyssey boxed set, which means the DVD transfer is wretched—they inserted a copyright notice twenty minutes before the end of the movie—but that adds to the charm. Recommended for the Schlock Film Festival, O current Swarthmore students.
What they actually are are flat, vaguely caramel-flavored pellets, about 1/2" in diameter, with the look and texture of animal crackers—if all of the animal crackers happened to be jellyfish. They would make fine tokens for Cosmic Encounter; I suspect that if you glued them underneath your furniture you'd prevent scratches to your hardwood floors. You can't dip them in anything, since they're too tiny to hold on to. And we have rather a large box of them. If we had llamas with a sweet tooth, I expect we would be awfully happy right now.
(Tech note: does anyone not see an em-dash after "animal crackers" above? Text encoding for Macs and PCs is a little different, and I'd like to be universally legible.)
I'm experimenting with a new LJ image; this comes from the South Park create-a-character applet at the Comedy Central site. Kinda nifty. At some point I'll upload an actual photo of myself, but for now this comes close. A little too close, actually. "I look like Jesus / So they say."
I spent most of the evening finishing up an eight-page SWAPA while watching B-movies (specifically They Came from Beyond Space and The War of the Robots). (I naughtily failed to email the OEs to say I wasn't going to minac, but I got a phone call from
kelilah as a result, so I won't complain.) Kendra was away at the Dawn Dance (which, apparently, extends rather a ways on either side of dawn); she'll be away all day tomorrow as well, alas. Missing dawn entirely, now that I think of it.Now Autofocus is on HBO; I'd never seen it. Quite good so far, though I should be paying better attention to it. It's a good film for those of us who like breasts, too, though I get the feeling that the message is not going to be "Obsession with breasts is the winning strategy! Go, perverts!"
The War of the Robots, incidentally, is an excellently bad movie. I had no idea it was produced as late as 1978, though the "lightsaber" battle should have tipped me off. It's badly dubbed Italian, the evil robots look like the Little Dutch Boy with identical blond pageboys, and the model effects do a spectacular job of looking exactly like the real thing—i.e., models. It was in the 10-DVDs-for-$15 Space Odyssey boxed set, which means the DVD transfer is wretched—they inserted a copyright notice twenty minutes before the end of the movie—but that adds to the charm. Recommended for the Schlock Film Festival, O current Swarthmore students.
