Inside of a Dog, It's Too Dark to Read

For those who want to see a good picture of what all the noise was about:

Phil Foglio's interview with Kurt Wilcken is unfortunately interrupted by an HTML glitch about halfway down. This is the balance of that interview:

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( Part II, so to speak )

MIMMOTHS ON A STICK! (Done badly, in 1/11th proportion)

When I say 'badly', I mean that I didn't use the meat as soon as I got it home, the panko were kinda stale, I forgot to add the chopped dates, and I didn't have anything decent to baste them with. However, I did throw in a little Japanese blended pepper and dribbled shoyu on them before putting them in the oven. I was right about the time variance -- instead of the hour or so for Rats on a Stick, a half-hour is about right. If my oven had bothered to register the temperature correctly, they might have even avoided being a little dry on the inside -- so to sum up, that's 350F for about 30 minutes. Don't forget to soak your sticks.

I wasn't, for obvious reasons, able to take pictures of me molding the little guys, but I think that part's self-evident. The pepperoni ears stuck better than I expected (relief!). Oh, and they're even good cold, mimmoths.

(Sorry for the blurry, I was using my phone for convenience.)



Crossposted to Girl Genius Lab: Agatha's Minions, Girl Genius Yahoo! Group and Lunch in a Box Forum: Recipes

(Why did my Semagic lose all my settings? [cusswords])

• No, no word from anywhere on Gemma, but I still have to check the piece-of-junk phone.


• Did I mention a man drove by around 7ish yesterday, said he remembered seeing Gemma outside the fence about that same time the day before? So there's some evidence she did what I was expecting.


• Papered my neighbourhood more on the way home.


• Man stopped by the house with a little pug on a harness this morning, said he was a lost dog (the pug, obviously) and asked if he were mine. I thought it was a young dog at first, friendly enough, but his eyes look awfully damaged, poor boy. He wrenched away from me when I tried to look at his teeth, so I'm not sure how old he actually is. I told the man he should try getting the pug scanned for a chip at Knowles - maybe he will, he didn't seem to know about ID chips. Hopefully, there is one and the pug will get home.


• Went to Animal Control and walked the pens. I had to seek out my inner Vulcan to manage my composure - I hate that place and there are certain facts about it that I cannot allow myself to think about. I didn't get to talk to the Lost&Found officer, he just didn't show up while I was there, but I left him two flyers and the appropriate form. Bizarrely, despite not wearing anything like either the Animal Services uniform or the volunteer T-shirt, I kept getting mistaken for someone who worked there. It must have been my aura of familiarity and determined stride. Or something.

Debbie, her dad and sister picked me up and we went to see HP OoP in IMAX 3-D up in Fort Lauderdale. in_the_blue was, of course, right about how well the whole thing worked; it summed up very smoothly and efficiently. Yet another casting director I believe, but this one chose an excellent Luna. They didn't horrid-up Imelda Staunton not half enough, though, but I was amazed and delighted how much Umbridge's office resembled the decor we applied to Dogstar Academy the first April Fool's we pulled. I'm somewhat distressed (with a bit of relief) that despite the better adaptation - so efficient, can we get it nominated? - I wasn't really able to connect to Sirius as much as... likely. On the whole, I felt shorted once again in that direction. Yeeeeesss, I know it's Harry's story, yeahyeahyeah. BTW, Daniel's turning into quite a bit of something there, isn't he? Grint's the terminal character actor, but Dan's going to get pretty much anything he wants.

There was eating of couch and soiling of kitchen while I was gone, but everybody was accountable-for. I just let Annie in under her own power after she was out for a couple hours, playing with Puppy. It's amazing how not worrying about her being there or not relieves my stress (well... mostly not worrying).

One of my new acquaintances on Second Life - yes, I succumbed - had invited me to the party for the opening of his new restaurant. Here's the interesting part - he's a Jägermonster, from Girl Genius. And I was invited as Baron Klaus Wulfenbach. *grin* Yeah, it's a little odd. I still don't feel particularly entitled to speak for the Baron in first person. It's sort of a low-end freeform RP at this point. I invited Supergirl as my... well, my date, so to speak. There was dancing (I have piccies), then there was much lag (system slowdown, chronic whenever there's a lot of people in one place). Unfortunately, some of the lag was personal, for both me and my lovely escort - we both were falling asleep mid-party. so we left separately before the end. I'm being complimented on my appearance, so I've re-created the character as well as I've hoped. He needs better hair, though. That's in the works.

Not a bad day for an ongoing kidnap and repeated sleep deprivation.

This is not a puppy - this is me being a cheerful, sleepy lemming:

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These are puppies (Batch 28!)

Gemma and Annie both tried to be carsick while we were noodling around South Florida for hours and hours this afternoon. Thankfully and wisely, I had not fed them lunch (being cruel to be kind).


July 2 is (was) James West's birthday. Woohoo! Let's hear it for one of the great heroes of American steampunk.

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Thinking of steampunk, these two photos are for blueeyedtigress and annechen67 in particular:

( A-one... ) ( ...anna two. )

I'm working today because somebody else got confuuuuuuuzed. Not my problem, I need the 8 hours O/T it'll bring. It hasn't been really busy, I've been able to get some photos for tomorrow's picture update cropped and I was just given a handful of malted-milkballs.

Anyway, I found the following in my junk filter:
( Best random language I've seen since Grant Morrison first re-wrote the Doom Patrol )
...OK, yeah, I included too much. *^_^* The Toga Boxer Shorts apparently opened the tin of woo-woo words, though....


[mental meander] It's somewhat vexing. So often I think of things while driving to, say, work, that I think 'I'll put that in my LJ when I get to a computer again.' Then I get to, say again, work, and by the time I can sneak a few minutes to myself, it's gone quite out of my head.

Meanwhile, I've got this trick memory thing going on. I'll very responsibly make a mental list of What Needs Doing during the weekend, when I'll actually have a few contiguous minutes to do so. However, I get home Friday, completely forget about Adult Swim Friday Night Fix because I'm distracted by dogstar_academy or somesuch (although now that I'm back on dialup, I don't know if the Fix is in for me anymore)... and by the time I wake up Saturday, I've no clue about what needed doing until Monday again.

It's almost like a stress-self-preservation technique. I sabotague myself....


[pathetic look] Don't suppose anybody would like to buy me Girl Genius Collection #4: Agatha Heterodyne and the Circus of Dreams? It's not horribly expensive or anything....


Hmm, this seems like a Night Stalkery post. Close enough, at least.