Healthiest Dessert Ever.

What an oddity. Sparrow reccomended I try Carrot Juice. It's sweet with a grassy aftertaste and has the consistancy of milk. I quickly decided to try and make a dessert of it.

I also made Banana Blancmange after Nyabi complained about cramps.
I'll tell you more later, I've got things going on.

Awesome Stickfigure Highfive.

Things are very eventful. A guy I know named Tommy Cook was recently taken into jail and bashed on the News, but I think the News just likes to talk.

Tom's a good if not odd guy. He was married once about ten years ago, but when his wife left him, he never thought to get back with anyone, and the complete lack of any womanly-pursuit coupled with his very soft-spoken and kind nature has led several people at the Military Compound my father works at to ask if he is, perhaps, gay.

It was one of those things we didn't really lend our minds to - he's a good family friend: my mother and I handled his pet-adoption for a dog named Cookie, he and I ate cake and discussed Timothy McVeigh's last meal, and he was actually the person who purchased my Desktop when his had broken and I was being told I wouldn't be attending college.

They put him on the News two days back saying he forcibly raped another Airman six months ago; Tom's not an imposing guy or anything, but here's the real kicker. The guy has a lot to gain if he screws Tom over and the guy was also completely plastered. The guy's wife had called Tom and asked him to take her husband out for a few drinks and barbecue saying it was his birthday.

Either they're trying to screw him out of his position, or the guy had sex with Tom and had buyer's remorse about all that Tequila. Tom isn't a rapist, and the fact that he's not behind bars, at least as of yet, is at least reassuring.

I'll finish my contract with Bud Lemmon today. Collin, another employee and I are going to be vaccuuming the Garage where we've been cutting tile, wipe down the walls and tiles once more, and move the furniture back into the kitchen. From there, I think everything's smooth sailing, and I go home with a little under $200 that I didn't have last week.

I think I'll be using some of it to pay postage, but then I'll be content to save it.

I flopped off a ladder yesterday, by the by, and my sheer no-care for the fact that the arm I'd landed on looks like it has a second tricep just goes to show you that friends are the best anaesthetic. I walked in the door and Nyabi dishes out this dynamite hello. And then Pyon comes out like the after-flash of a Camera to get a look at my facial expression. Thanks, you guys.

And Parsee. Parsee's rather awesome, too. You can thank him for today's Earthshaking Display of Stickfigure Comradery. It's saved me the trouble of showing you the cold pizza I had for breakfast - Breakfast of Champions my friends.

I'll be dishing out mail and hellos when I'm back from work.

Plat du Jour

First day of work today. Spent most of it on a ladder.

Had coffee, curry and carrots for lunch.

I made $52.50, and they hired me for an extra day.




Garrison called today to ask if I want to film tomorrow. I felt like I let him down by saying "No", but to put it bluntly, making that Indie Film doesn't net me $180 on day-three.

Gotta go beat the plaster-dust off my coat and shower.

Also made a sponge cake.

Quickie Update.

I've employment until Friday. It pays $7.50 an hour.

Scriptwork is largely finished. Needs buffing. Music is picked and it's been entirely scored.

Donation was cancelled by the Community Blood Center. They said they've reached their Quota.

Yuko's Dream-Curry was pretty good.

Changed avatar to Jarrod Wiggley.

Nice eye infection has left my entire face swollen - I look like a castmember for Fight Club.

On Mark Zuckerberg, Okuun's Drawing-Skills, and my Utter Busyness

I've been very busy.
I got home yesterday around 11:00 PM after being crammed into an auditorium for five hours or so to learn about camera-angles, lighting, Mise-en-Scène amd all that jazz. It wasn't super thrilling, but we did watch "The Social Network", afterwords, and the parallels betweek Mark Zuckerberg and Liam as well as the film's likeness to "Citizen Kane" was very striking. I promptly called him when I got home to tell him that I appreciate him - I don't know why; I guess the idea that he could have that same turmoil or fall kind of worried me.

Early was standing in the rain with me when he leans over and goes, "Did you like the film?". He'd known I'd never seen it, and I said, "Yes, I essentially know the guy; I have trouble relating and understanding, but he's a great guy. Great, and difficult at apologies."

As for the filming, it's scriptwork is going very well. I'm working alongside a very stubborn mind who is overeager to call-in outside help. We've compromised on a lot of the punchlines, which were originally going to feature a lot of hilarious side-glances and awkward pauses for a much more blatant comedy that my partner won't budge on. I'll give the punchlines wiggle-room if I'm basically allowed to embargo outside help.

Outside help can flake-out on you.

I don't have any food today, though I've got Yuko's Dream-Curry cooking upstairs in a crockpot. Thankfully, Okuun bailed me out - he's been doing a lot of sketchwork recently, and I sprung on the opportunity to showcase it:















Here's a bit of his work - he worries the breasts will eventually reach critical mass, but I've got my doubts.

I've got another scheduled donation tomorrow at 3:30.
It's different stuff, though, so we'll see how my levels are and if they'll let me contribute.

Oh - I'm short a little dough. I made the advertising for our Indie Film based on Gordon Freeman's Acceptance Letter from Black Mesa. It's basically a big ad-poster structured like an Office Memo, complete with coffee-stain. Had to superimpose it, though, which ran about $20.

Props to Liam and Okuun.
You guys set the pace for my day, and when you don't?
It's because I don't see you, as I'm in a sardined auditorium and pretending to me Michael Moore on FinalDraft.

Jarrod Wiggley, Emily, and Vareniki.

I have a friend who's inadvertantly immortalized the phrase "myelin sheath" for me. Never will I forget that part of a Neuron. We'd gotten into the discussion of sexuality. I had watched Harmony Korine's "Gummo" after a nightmare that corresponded to it's scene where Solomon sits in a filthy bathtub eating spaghetti.

I'd mentioned to the friend - Emily - that I liked Jarrod Wiggley, and we wound up discussing him:

Jarrod Wiggley kills cats for Huntz's Grocery Store.
Solomon attended school with his sister, who was nicknamed 'June-bug' - beyond her, he is shown only having a grandmother who is hooked to Life Support.

Jarrod puts glass in tuna fish and poisons the dumpsters where strays go as opposed to Solomon and Tummler, who shoot them with BB Guns, and has had better results.

Solomon and Tummler ultimately decide that they will break into his home and beat him with golf-clubs for poaching on their territory. They find he's not around. Solomon takes off his socks and puts on a pair of Jarrod's before nosing through his things. In a notebook, he finds an essay, geometry homework, and finally a small stack of photographs.

Solomon pages through them - all pictures of Jarrod in women's clothing - before the movie pans to it's signature "home-movie" style vignettes. Jarrod isn't particularly beautiful, but he's smiling for the first time in the film. He's very slim, and bony, and he tries his best to strike all those sultry, advertising poses to little avail.

As the flashback ends, Solomon holds up a gay pornographic magazine beneath all of Jarrod's things. Tummler largely disregards it to beckon Solomon to see Jarrod's grandmother.

After relaying all this to Emily, we began to discuss me as opposed to Jarrod.
There are a lot of similarities beneath it all, cat-poisoning aside, and it spun into discussing sexuality, social perception, and gender roles.

I typically get kind of frustrated with people who say they have things like GID, or are Bisexual, or just enjoy crossdressing, because I oftentimes feel like they're looking for a convenient perscription of sorts to just say, "I like the male body - but only on socially acceptible terms", or something. That makes it seem like I'm this super-bravado man's man, a little bit. And a hypocrite, too.

I...Kind of have more to write, but I also have an appointment soon.
I'll finish this later or something.
Also, I made Vareniki; I topped it with a little pesto and some parmesan.
Four hundred Calories - kind of middle-of-the-road good for you.

Distress Signal Three: Electric Boogaloo

Well, apparently the computers here at the Academic Lab have a nasty habit of chopping messages - this is mildly hilarious, because students who do not have computers are encouraged to come here to type papers as opposed to Blog Posts. Needless to say, I'm much happier that I lose my opportunity to talk about Curry and Steak, as opposed to the entire half of some Med Paper.

I got to play Killing Floor for the first time in a year yesterday, with Toramaru and John. I did awful. I tried to play Berserker, and I basically jumped in the way of everyone ever, and tried to arm-wrestle Fleshpounds. They couldn't break my Nippon Spirit, just my Nippon Spine. For the first time in ages, though, my Steam-Page says something other than, "Games Played: ___".

While that was the most mindless fun I've had in about a year, things are looking grim for the Craptop once more. I got a call late after prepping the house for a buyer with my mother, where he basically said:

"Um, Zack? Your Hard-drive won't start, for some reason. I've taken it out and plugged it into a bigger computer with hopes of jolting it back to live."

I'm kind of crossing my fingers, because if it can pull a Zombie and come back from the grave, it'll have Windows Seven, which means I can once again clink around in MSPaint and post Blog-Doodles as opposed to just "So, I cooked this today".

Or maybe I can do both.

Either way, it's a big "If", if John can't salvage it, I don't really know what to do - I might try to sponge my Father's, if he'll let me. That'd give me until the end of the week, though, because he's deployed at the moment. He'll...probably be pissed-off, too. We haven't been answering his calls in protest of, "Hey, I love you guys, but I'm going to stay ripped the hell out of mind around you, because yeah."

It's like Cake - "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps", y'know?
I hope everything works.

I recently made filet mignon, with a nice bed of mushrooms and sauce which was kind of inspired by Nyabi's fondness for such things, and vegetable beef curry, because Sailors are so Hollywood, and Murasa's where it's at.

Speaking of things Nyabi inspires, awhile back he ordered something called a "Chicago Dog"?
I did, too, after we finally finished making my sister's room presentable for the open-house. (Which meant cleaning behind her dresser, hanging curtain-rods, and doing all the laundry she replaced her carpet with) Of all the celebratory hot-dogs I've had, that is probably the first and best.

Also, in finale, Sparrow has encouraged me to read, "Storm of Iron" from the Warhammer series. I'm just nerdy enough to try this, so I'll be hoofing it to the local library to see what we've got. If they've got nothing, I'm going to look for Dune, because Paul Atreides has a cool name.

All this said, I have to get to Microbial.
Take care, guys.

Distress Signal Pt.2

TENGA Orders were shown to be refunded - Laptop could not connect to servers to confirm them.
Planning on replacing orders tonight.

Father still medicated - will not allow me to fix Computer.
Essentially bribing John, or at least trying to.

Won a Medal in Maryville for most questions answered.

Finally began reading Dostoevsky's "Demons" - Stepan Trofimovich Verkhovensky reminds me of Sparrow, because he laughs when he is in "the loftiest of griefs" and how he speaks of himself in the lightest of humor on occasion, despite his esteemed and accidentally controversial existence.

Also, greetings from the ACT Academy - they don't have Steam here, but I'm hoping Hat or Okuun or

Distress Signal.

I don't know if this will go through or not, but something has gone badly wrong with my computer. Thankfully, I've backed up everything important beforehand, because I was supposed to be putting all of it on a different computer, prior to my father's self-medication.

There was a BSOD error last night that kept me in a faulty-start loop, where it would not let the Laptop begin Windows.

John says the Netbook and Computer are "Two very different animals", but he's the only one I know with any expertise.

I've begun to think it may be a Virus - the computer had been redirecting to a search-service called "Scour" and give pop-ups for another place called "Watersax".
I've never heard of either.

Thanks for reading - I'll likely call most of you to make sure you know why I'm not around.

Time Constraints.

As the final semester nears its end, increasingly demanding stuff is inching toward me. I've learned my Government Credit has been denied due to late submission, but the College Government course I took to apply for it has been marked onto my College Transcript all the same. my TAG-Courses are becoming increasingly involved, and I'm stuck attending seminars and meetings in my off-hours, which include tonight, this coming Saturday, and likely a lot of next week, as well.

I've also been on a baking binge.
An anonymous and very charming cat had mentioned that he would enjoy getting cookies from me, so I decided I would make some. Unfortunately, the recipe proved to be rather large. So I made cookies for a charming hat as well. And then two charming birds. And then one charming-...Well, whatever Arzi is.

They were all very charming - you get it.

Well, now I've made and baked a little under fifteen pounds of dough, and I'm mailing them out in these oversized Manila envelopes.



I'd write more, but suddenly, I'm attending an Editing Seminar.
I bet this isn't even formatted nicely...
Oh. I also fried noodles in some sesame oil and threw salmon over it. It was good.

Cooking Nun 2: Dinner at Myouren.

I've been cooking my tail off, and now I'm about to do so again.

I confess it's been a really odd week. I bought someone a "Quit Being So Stressed" TENGA, and now I'm feeling kind of uh. Greasy. Like, I should take an hour-long shower to wash the shame off. It was way more exciting for me than I care to admit because before I went to bed, "...They'll probably actually use it", crossed my mind. I definitely need to run myself through a carwash or something. There's only like, one or two people who I should get things like that.




Rather that buy Nyabi a TENGA, which did cross my mind I'm ashamed to say, I'm going to risk less lawsuits and bake for him. He's a dear friend of Pyon and I, and after thinking about it a little, I decided I could certainly jam a bunch of cookies I'd made into one of those cookie-tins you can get at Walgreens, and ship it off discreet-like.








Now, though, I have to worry about my baking. I sincerely wish I could just cram the Flan I made into a Dewar Flask or something, but I can't, and now I have to risk making the Paprenjak I'm not certain I can make. Oh, and the whole time I'm doing this, by the by, I want to tell you that Pyon is giving me the hardest of times:

"Aww, you're baking for Nyabi? So cute-!"

"Aww, you're worried about making lousy cookies? So cute-!"

"Shh, shh, shh. Save that cute pouting for Nyabi."

I can't win. Lv. 100 Hat.

Today's the day I'm supposed to get John's Drivers, so I can shamelessly mooch them onto my computer and begin playing things once more, though that's admittedly very poorly timed as I begin filming tomorrow around 1:00 PM, and I believe it lasts all the way until May something-or-another.

The dandelions have yet to grow back.

Inaba gave me the recipe for the Garlic Bread, though my Baking-over-Broiling goof made it a little off. It was actually still very good, though shamelessly artery-clogging.

The Teriyaki Salmon was pulled off the back label for a tube of ground ginger I bought. It was actually very good, and Pyon said, "Nyabi be damned - that Salmon is Mine!"
I'm now officially "Food-Waifu".
We have a beautiful, blooming relationship, but only in a Culinary sense.

The Flan is Flan. I made it without pumpkin this time. Exciting.

That said, I have to handle this computer's drivers, my Script Treatment, Nyabi's baked-goods, call Sparrow, write Sweden, and wash the shame of my TENGA-gifting bout off.

I'll be back in like, an hour.