Snickers with almonds is very tasty when frozen, but I preferred the chilled tangerine I also had for breakfast. Tasty morsels. I don’t use the word morsel often enough. Or Scrumdiddlyumptious. Ok, ok…I lied, dear journal…. I say scrumdiddlyumptious at least once or twice a month. Though, to make up for the “morsel” imbalance, I also hardly ever say “Oh, snap”.
The soft, spicy odor of incense, wafting in from the corridor between my bedroom and bath brings me calm on hectic days. It’s getting easier for me to realize when I’m tense lately, and once I know that I’m stressed, I can channel that attitude out to make way for more productive behavior.</p>
When I decide to veg out…I usually sit Indian-style or other comfortable position, usually with Newt nearby. I let all the random jetsam spinning around in my mind slowly settle onto the floor of my mind for proper storage or disposal. Sometimes whole books hit the ground when the mental wind slows down, but usually it’s closer to fortune-cookie slips of paper and multi-colored index cards with quickly scrawled information on it, including “continued on card number XXX” written on the bottom. Sometimes the connected card is nearby or someplace that I can retrieve it quickly, other times, it’s probably in one of the piles off in one of the corners.
I picture my mental room as octagonal-shaped, having hardwood floors and highlights, a network of bookshelf-columns radiating out from the center, and glass walls leading up to a covered dome with a skylight on top. Secret Memories of an ancestor that was into trepanation? I don’t see any self-surgery in my future. The amount of light inside reflects my mindset, with thick drapes that could blot out an atomic blast when darkness is absolutely needed.
There are monkeys, too. Or Ghosts. Maybe Monkey Ghosts. That’s it. Probably genetically enhanced… or with some sort of mystic talisman thingie.
Storywise, sometimes I don’t see myself as a main character. It’s easy to fall in the role of support, or walk-on… no limelight, but more like Wilson on Home Improvement, though, if I was to stretch the example, I suppose that I could grab the Al role here and there. I try to be helpful and am mostly soft spoken, a little too off the beaten path to be a primary focus. I suspect that’d change if I was under the same roof with my sweetheart, rather than having us end up being the wacky neighbors.</p>
Then again, there was the Grizzly Adams TV show. Random trivia… Ben the bear was named for Ben Franklin.
Whims got me itchin’ for doughnuts…she makes hers with prepackaged dough… I didn’t have any, but I found this little recipe.. and the bread maker!</p>
3/4 cup milk or water
2 large eggs
4 tablespoons melted butter
1 teaspoon salt
1/3 cup sugar
3 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
4 teaspoons yeast
Vegetable oil for frying
Glaze (recipe follows)
1. Place ingredients in bread machine according to manufacturer and set to dough setting. When cycle is done, remove dough, punch down and let rest 10 minutes.
2. On lightly floured surface, roll out dough to 1/2-inch thick. Cut with floured doughnut cutter. Place on lightly greased baking sheet and let rise about 1 hour or until very light.
3. Fry in preheated 375*F (190*C) oil, a few at a time, about 1 minute, each side. Drain on paper towel. Glaze or dust with powdered sugar, as desired.
Makes about 24 doughnuts.
3 cups powdered sugar
1 tablespoon butter, softened (optional)
1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
milk or water
Combine the powdered sugar, butter and vanilla in a mixing bowl. Mix well and add just enough milk or water until glaze is the consistency you desire. (A thinner consistency will produce a thin glaze on the doughnuts or a thicker consistency will be more like a frosting.)
Cannibal tries to eat inmate’s brain
A FRENCH prisoner serving 30 years for murder and cannibalism is under psychiatric evaluation after killing another detainee and trying to eat his brain.
The 36-year-old inmate, who was not named, had to be overpowered by eight people to stop him gorging on his victim, according to the head of the Federal Autonomous Penitentiary Union, Frederic Grandcolas.
The attack happened in the prison of Saint-Maur, central France, last Sunday.
The prisoner, jailed in 2000 for his horrific crimes three years earlier, burst out of his cell as dinner was being handed out and attacked guards and convicts serving the meal with an ashtray.
After smashing the skull of one of the convicts, he started eating the brain before being hauled away and taken to a psychiatric institution nearby.
During subsequent questioning by police, he said “he heard voices telling him he was going to be attacked during the meal, but he says he doesn’t remember anything of what he did,” according to a local state prosecutor, Stephanie Forax.
Mr Grandcolas said he understood that the prisoner would not be put back in the general penitentiary population after the mental evaluation was over.
Several staff at the Saint-Maur jail had to receive counseling after the incident.
Electoral Vote Predictor 2004</p>
Interesting to see what states lean toward… the mouse-overs are very telling.
Font Test –
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Testing free image hosting at image shack. (and excuse to show carnival weirdos from City of Heroes)