PSA, updaty thing
Dec. 31st, 2011 10:08 amToday is the Starportian New Year's Bash, which starts at noon and goes until ? (where ? = whenever the last person up decides to throw people out.) [ /end PSA ] I haven't posted much about my time in Starport, and I admit I should.
Firstly, I'm having a blast. Secondly, I'm enjoying being around my parents. I haven't had an opportunity to deck my sister, and don't really want to, I just wish she'd pull her head out of her arse and dump the UBF (defined in my father's notes) after hearing her openly lie about what happened....I'd rather see her move out forever before I consider moving back in. I've had a blast, gotten multiple sets of pants and shirts that aren't bleach-colored, and had almost an entire case of beer purchased just for the occasion. Tasty pizza, tasty food in general, a chance to step into a culinary trap and cook, a chance to see old friends, attend parties that I would otherwise not be able to attend, and have a damn good time. I've had no reason to deck my YS, though I admit it has been tempting. I do miss a good Pathfinder game, but that's besides the point and I'll get one when I return. I got a new Munchkin deck, taught my father to play Munchkin, and have a few things work out that I didn't expect to have work out. Nobody really needs to know the details, all because it's my fun to be had, not because I don't love my readers enough to share.
Culinary details: Mom said to go find something to make for dinner. She kinda jokingly inferred it was my turn to cook. I went out to the kitchen and found food, but it wasn't really something to cook. I went to the back freezer, to find some food. I found a "mystery meat" and brought it back to her for identification. She told me it was a brisket, and asked me what I intended to do with it. I shrugged and said I didn't know, handing her a cookbook to try and find me something. After she flipped through it and found a recipe, I stared @ it for a moment before shutting it and finding another book.
"You don't want to cook that?"
"I'm not in the mood for stew. I have a fully loaded kitchen, I wanna use it! I live with WIMPS!" (wimps = those who don't eat spicy things. Ever.)
"Alright, alright. I'll shut up, stay out of your way, and let you cook." Five minutes later, she hears me laughing crazy-like. "Found something?"
"Sweet & sour brisket, served with a side dish of pasta marinara thus getting the starch, vegetable, and meat all in two dishes." Turns out I hadn't cooked the brisket all the way through during the searing, and I had to tone down the sauce with a full cup of brown sugar. Using Mom as a wimp-o-meter didn't really help, but I managed to make it edible after the blackened mass of sauce was removed from the oven. After a quick de-glazing of the sauce and some help from the Bear I managed to make the tastiness. It was delicious, though Emmy had to stick to ketchup on her meat.
Resolutions: I don't make them, but I hope next year doesn't start out with a fire at my place of living.
Things I want to do next year:
Firstly, I'm having a blast. Secondly, I'm enjoying being around my parents. I haven't had an opportunity to deck my sister, and don't really want to, I just wish she'd pull her head out of her arse and dump the UBF (defined in my father's notes) after hearing her openly lie about what happened....I'd rather see her move out forever before I consider moving back in. I've had a blast, gotten multiple sets of pants and shirts that aren't bleach-colored, and had almost an entire case of beer purchased just for the occasion. Tasty pizza, tasty food in general, a chance to step into a culinary trap and cook, a chance to see old friends, attend parties that I would otherwise not be able to attend, and have a damn good time. I've had no reason to deck my YS, though I admit it has been tempting. I do miss a good Pathfinder game, but that's besides the point and I'll get one when I return. I got a new Munchkin deck, taught my father to play Munchkin, and have a few things work out that I didn't expect to have work out. Nobody really needs to know the details, all because it's my fun to be had, not because I don't love my readers enough to share.
Culinary details: Mom said to go find something to make for dinner. She kinda jokingly inferred it was my turn to cook. I went out to the kitchen and found food, but it wasn't really something to cook. I went to the back freezer, to find some food. I found a "mystery meat" and brought it back to her for identification. She told me it was a brisket, and asked me what I intended to do with it. I shrugged and said I didn't know, handing her a cookbook to try and find me something. After she flipped through it and found a recipe, I stared @ it for a moment before shutting it and finding another book.
"You don't want to cook that?"
"I'm not in the mood for stew. I have a fully loaded kitchen, I wanna use it! I live with WIMPS!" (wimps = those who don't eat spicy things. Ever.)
"Alright, alright. I'll shut up, stay out of your way, and let you cook." Five minutes later, she hears me laughing crazy-like. "Found something?"
"Sweet & sour brisket, served with a side dish of pasta marinara thus getting the starch, vegetable, and meat all in two dishes." Turns out I hadn't cooked the brisket all the way through during the searing, and I had to tone down the sauce with a full cup of brown sugar. Using Mom as a wimp-o-meter didn't really help, but I managed to make it edible after the blackened mass of sauce was removed from the oven. After a quick de-glazing of the sauce and some help from the Bear I managed to make the tastiness. It was delicious, though Emmy had to stick to ketchup on her meat.
Resolutions: I don't make them, but I hope next year doesn't start out with a fire at my place of living.
Things I want to do next year:
- learn to play my guitars (electric and acoustic)
- attend LARP with my friends
- attempt a snowboarding trip
- continue and pass school to finish this business
manglementmanagement ATA - Go to at least one con
- connect with my northern family (the relatives in the north)
- attempt another visit to Starport without my sister present