Dinner at Kumoi's!

Spent some time at the Courthouse. I listened to a thorough diagnostic about the courtroom procedure, and how "Authority" is sort of distributed through an Official, who has a specialized-person who works under him, and three guys who are instructed in turn by the specialized-guy, who reports progress, which acquisitions funding via an Auditor.

I also earned some quick laughs.
While giving a demonstration on how he can essentially hack your phone to tell what you text about while driving or adverting pedophile-charges, this Officer of Domestic Affairs' computer froze. I felt particularly clever for leaning back in my pew and muttering, "Y'know what computers do when cops are about? They FREEZE--!"

Later on, when the same guy was dictating how he used Tower Triangulation to pinpoint an accident's location, and then rooted through the files of a phone, he got into this detailed list-off about the sorts of things he can get off phones: "Your name, your balance, your location, your texts" and since he was talking about accidents, I muttered, "Your blood-type, 'cause it's all over the phone..."

That one didn't go over so well. It did later, in a phone call, but it didn't quite follow up "FREEZE--!". I think it might have just been in the timing.

When I came back from the Courthouse, I was greeted by a fridgeful of rapidly expiring carrots and onions. I julienned 'em, and steamed them in this mix of soy-sauce, rice vinegar, chili, sugar, and a little oyster.

I tried my luck folding lumpia, and this time, the Jiaozi turned out pretty presentable. I tossed them over some noodles with the carrots and a little chopped cabbage, then dumped all the rest of the stuff over some brown rice. Since I had ramen, I figured I could also polish off the lone egg leftover from Pumpkin Flan. I did.

The flan, by the by, was delicious. I added tablespoon of cream cheese with the can of pumpkin puree, and the whole thing came out perfect. It was smooth, sweet, pumpkin-y and the added cream-cheese gave it this firmness that I'd liken to cheese-cake. It was a masterpiece.

I meant to come here with a picture of the Flan, but I can't find it. I think it might be on a different SD Card. I won't give up - expect it.

Oh, and after that, I continued sewing my Valentine's Heatpad.
It's that purple thing tossed on my bedsheets. I'm doing it all by hand because my bobbin detonated when I tried a machine. The marks from my seamlines kind of faded through, and I accidentally sewed the second rice-and-tea filled pad to my pajamas last night, but y'know? I think all my trouble making it like this gives it a little character. Like that so-called "Love in Every Stitch" from grandma-sweaters.














It's full of rice, tea, and love.
Yeah. The secret ingredient is love.

By Jove, I sound like I should be writing for Kung-Fu Panda or something.
Anyways, I'm out like a light.