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Oct. 2nd, 2017 07:32 pmOnce more with extra nausea: "Well, this all seems... horrible."
That's about the extent of the commentary I have today on the subject of the last self-induced horror in this country. I'm just too tired and too done to comment further and I'd rather put my energy to helping people survive the initial shock to push for a stronger, longer term solution.
... oh look Tom Petty's ETA: almost dead now. This day is trying to set a record of horrible isn't it.
So this means dinner tonight is cranberry cheese spread, the recipe for which I will share with you since it seems I haven't yet.
Cranberry Cheese Spread
8oz mascarpone
8oz cream cheese
8oz cranberries (frozen or fresh)
8oz orange juice
orange extract or zest
4tbsp sugar
Bring the cranberries and orange juice to a low boil, then let simmer on medium heat until the cranberries are skin fragments and goo.
Mix cranberry goo (doubles as homemade cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving!) with mascarpone and cream cheese. Add orange extract or zest to taste and 4tbsp sugar, more or less to taste. Chill and serve with crackers or whatever else you like to dip into fruity cheese spread.
Ugh. Today was one of those days where I got only the bare minimum of writing work done, but hey, it got done. I also read Scalzi's Whatever post about how his productivity has been pretty far down this year, which led me to consider that this has actually been one of my more productive years, and why. (Hint: Yes, it has to do with me growing up in DC.) In a way I've long been able to deal with life is awful and political and ever since I was eleven or twelve my response has been GIVE ME A WRITING IMPLEMENT I WILL WRITE MANY ANGRY WORDS. I'm not kidding, when I was eleven or twelve, I forget which set of riots it was, but I wrote a long screed on a blue-green lined notebook about JESUS FUCK WOULD YOU ALL CALM DOWN AND STOP HURTING EACH OTHER ALREADY. Of course with less swearing. I was actually pretty mild-tongued right up until late middle school, I think.
Anyway. I take it back, I got the bare minimum of writing done and edits, which was most of today's heavy lifting, and the first two days' worth of Inktober done. I'll scan those in at work tomorrow because I don't feel like setting up the scanner at home or my by now old and tired ass computer. Which desperately needs updates and so on. The first day or so was the hardest but today I just decided to chuck it out and go with the Inktober official prompt list and whatever the hell the prompts inspire in me. Yay.
Today was also pretty chaotic at work, so I feel good about getting any writing work done and a healthyish dinner eaten. And tomorrow looks like it might be simpler to deal with at work, which is to say straightforward processing orders and shoving them out rather than five phone calls, logistics, more logistics incoming and more logistics and then processing orders and shoving them out. So hopefully I can get some writing done. I'd like to, given that I'm way behind in generating Patreon content, publishing Turing Shrugged, and prepping for Nano. Okay not WAY behind but behind enough that I don't want to sink back any further.
ETA: As of around midnight tonight EST when I actually hit post on this thing Tom Petty's manager has confirmed his death. So... yeah.
That's about the extent of the commentary I have today on the subject of the last self-induced horror in this country. I'm just too tired and too done to comment further and I'd rather put my energy to helping people survive the initial shock to push for a stronger, longer term solution.
... oh look Tom Petty's ETA: almost dead now. This day is trying to set a record of horrible isn't it.
So this means dinner tonight is cranberry cheese spread, the recipe for which I will share with you since it seems I haven't yet.
Cranberry Cheese Spread
8oz mascarpone
8oz cream cheese
8oz cranberries (frozen or fresh)
8oz orange juice
orange extract or zest
4tbsp sugar
Bring the cranberries and orange juice to a low boil, then let simmer on medium heat until the cranberries are skin fragments and goo.
Mix cranberry goo (doubles as homemade cranberry sauce for Thanksgiving!) with mascarpone and cream cheese. Add orange extract or zest to taste and 4tbsp sugar, more or less to taste. Chill and serve with crackers or whatever else you like to dip into fruity cheese spread.
Ugh. Today was one of those days where I got only the bare minimum of writing work done, but hey, it got done. I also read Scalzi's Whatever post about how his productivity has been pretty far down this year, which led me to consider that this has actually been one of my more productive years, and why. (Hint: Yes, it has to do with me growing up in DC.) In a way I've long been able to deal with life is awful and political and ever since I was eleven or twelve my response has been GIVE ME A WRITING IMPLEMENT I WILL WRITE MANY ANGRY WORDS. I'm not kidding, when I was eleven or twelve, I forget which set of riots it was, but I wrote a long screed on a blue-green lined notebook about JESUS FUCK WOULD YOU ALL CALM DOWN AND STOP HURTING EACH OTHER ALREADY. Of course with less swearing. I was actually pretty mild-tongued right up until late middle school, I think.
Anyway. I take it back, I got the bare minimum of writing done and edits, which was most of today's heavy lifting, and the first two days' worth of Inktober done. I'll scan those in at work tomorrow because I don't feel like setting up the scanner at home or my by now old and tired ass computer. Which desperately needs updates and so on. The first day or so was the hardest but today I just decided to chuck it out and go with the Inktober official prompt list and whatever the hell the prompts inspire in me. Yay.
Today was also pretty chaotic at work, so I feel good about getting any writing work done and a healthyish dinner eaten. And tomorrow looks like it might be simpler to deal with at work, which is to say straightforward processing orders and shoving them out rather than five phone calls, logistics, more logistics incoming and more logistics and then processing orders and shoving them out. So hopefully I can get some writing done. I'd like to, given that I'm way behind in generating Patreon content, publishing Turing Shrugged, and prepping for Nano. Okay not WAY behind but behind enough that I don't want to sink back any further.
ETA: As of around midnight tonight EST when I actually hit post on this thing Tom Petty's manager has confirmed his death. So... yeah.