Cooking. Guys, I learned to make pierogi this week! And chicken cordon bleu, and falafel (kind of)! It was more cooking –– and more complicated cooking –– than I have done in a very long time. It has filled me with a fervor for making my own fancy meals that can’t be quenched, largely because we are back at school now and I have a meal plan. (Which is to say: Rachel, I envy your full apartment kitchen.)
Ice cubes. Oh, no, this glass of water isn’t helping to assuage the recent spate of awful awful humidity! What shall I do to keep from fainting? Good sir –– nameless inventor of the plastic ice cube tray –– I would send you a fruit basket if I could.
Sleeping. You know what I’m talking about.
District 9. OMG you guys, so so good. Love it for one of the same reasons I love George Saunders: because it deals with its central event, fantastical as it may be, with incredible realism. If aliens were to show up on Earth, I feel that this is how we would treat them. And on that note –– about time someone went back to using sci-fi to remark on issues (racism, etc.) in today’s society!
Returning to college. Boy, did I miss you silly people.
Decorating. Helped the Photog deck out her new room (along with the State) last night. Now I’ve gotta work on mine; hers has classy art all over the walls, photographs and Renoirs and such. Mine is all posters and printouts of Kate Beaton comics. Which I like, don’t get me wrong, but with the posters all being the same size, the layout on my walls look terribly blocky and that’s ruining the overall aesthetic, you know? If Frank from Trading Spaces were here he would guffaw for a good long camera shot and then tell me to “get on outta here, Chuckles.”