comfort food rules

I find it hard to ever follow a recipe properly.

Tonight was "Roast Potato Battle!" (hands up 'Iron Chef' fans).
I made some roast potato and sweet potato last night for my lunch for work, but forgot to take it. So I ended up making a samosa-pie-thing.
It wasn't too flash - I think it needed much more spice, and cayenne pepper heat.

So... I mashed the roast potatoes with some sour cream. Then cooked some onion, garlic, ginger, salt, mustard seeds and dried coriander, with some mushrooms.
Then mixed both lots together with chopped english spinach and fresh shelled peas. I got lazy here, and made the pie base and top with filo pastry.
Cooked until ...well... cooked, in a medium oven.

Was kinda nice, in a comforting way (I grew up with my Dad cooking the most wonderful Indian food, so Indian spices are my comfort food *yum*).
But dammit, next time I'll go to town on the spices, and make it bigger and double the filling.

Best go to bed now, with my full belly, and get some sleep for tomorrow.
*yawns*

Past and future dramas

Aaah, I did cheer up after that last post folks - and have since had a super rollercoaster ride of a week on the emotional front. Having weird dreams too.

Still, am looking forward to a big Sleaze weekend now!

My planned outfit was a crinoline (no skirt) with frilly panties and white stockings and suspenders, and a white medical corset.
But the period drama has become clothing drama.

I think I will finish making the skirt one day, but the draft run looked weird with the corset.
Oh this medical corset is fantastic. I think it's made for folks with back problems? It's pure white, with a slight damask pattern, and it's secured with lacing AND buckles on the sides. The back is very long and looks great, and the front kinda curves out a bit over my belly (unlike fetish corsets). I like it beacuse it's odd. Perhaps you'll see it out one day?

Anyway....current plan may be the red underbust corset (again) with black shorts and black mary janes. Kind of a tap-dancer look.

I also keep coming back to my original idea of a short skirt with large, long bustle.
Gaaah! Who knows what I'll turn up in!

Cranky-pants

Because this is a personal venting blog (damn well go elsewhere if you want entertaining or current events commentary), here is a vent:

Fucking PMS.
Barely recovered from yesterday's verbal abuse from a library patron, only to have horrid outburst from a passing car this morning.
How to people manage to pick the times when your emotional strength is at it's lowest, to do this.
Now it's tripley hard to get out of the house today. Bugger.

Weekend costuming

Aaah, the week is finally over.
Now to cruelly wrench myself away from the delights of curling up at home, away from the world.
Time to frock up...I'm door-bitching tonight for Biversity.
Have a potential outfit - all black and silver, regal and imperious (well, as regal as an under 5 foot dumpling can get :-)
But the concept of lacing into a corset after a day at work is proving to be a struggle.

Photos from last weeks Hellfire have come through.
Hey Miss A! Here's one of my fascinator... *clears throut* ...guess what I'm doing...

Quote swapover time...

"I wanted to have sex with a lot of librarians." - Anthony Kiedis (Inducting the Talking Heads into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame,18 March 2002)

Weekend - part II

Oh I could type and type...so I'm going to go point form instead. I'm thinking of this as more a checklist for myself to explain why I didn't much housework done this weekend :-)

- Sunday I opened my bedroom window to the sounds of Earthdance.
- Clothing crisis of epic proportions due to bright sun and icy winds, saw me drag an old 70's long floral skirt of my Aunt's, out of my dressup box.
- Earthdance highlights = Hanging out with Miss R, seeing Misses Z, B, and C, the music and bubble machine at the trance stage, finding Miss B.
- Costume change for BiFusion = tartan skirt, diamante necklace and earings, 60's velvet fascinator/hat, and lipsticking.
- Did reading from "Getting Bi" book. Not too bad I think. For an unrehearsed piece that wasn't written with performance in mind.
- Ran into Mr S, who I've not seen in months, and later unexpectedly ?M turned up.
- Post BiFusion saw myself, ?M, Miss A and the chick from behind the bar, heading to the Earthdance after-party. Much beer had been drunk, I didn't have to work the next day, and Mr Z and Miss L were heading back to House of Pan, so the night called me onwards ONWARDS to a dancefloor somewhere!
- Head didn't hurt too much today. After a slow start and a spell of sunshine on the front steps, I tottered off for a haircut. Is very short at the back now *eeek* but I love it anyway.
- I burnt myself badly on the wrist tonight, getting dinner out of the oven. So to finish this list, I leave you with instructions for the pie I made (sans impromptu branding)...

Crust = 2 cups grated sweet potato, 1 egg white, dash of oil, salt, pepper. Mix together and press into pie tin. Bake in medium oven for 30-40 mins.
Cook onion and garlic, add basil, thyme, salt, pepper, and paprika. Add brocolli (or cauliflower) and mushroom, stir and cover til cooked.
In piecrust, lay grated cheese, then above vegies, then quiche custard (2 eggs and hefty dash of milk, beaten). Paprika on top and oven for 30-40 mins again.
Yummo.

Half a weekend.

Up late. Mid weekend.
Just been for drinkies at the Slox. Trying cocktails recommended by the best barman in town, (I think I have to say that, because I got table service *dances a jig*). I like the kind of flatmate that can mix a mean drink.
Walked up Enmore Rd, into the blustery wind, perving on the baby-goths roaming the streets for Festival of the Blue Moon thingy. Felt a bit old really, amongst all these young-uns. Heard myself being a granny; wondering aloud why they aren't all tucked up in bed.

Today was a social butterfly day. Afternoon spent running into people. Visiting Mr M's non-bio family for a school fete and pub-going. Coffee in a cafe with a certain bug-eyed photographer bear. Chatty chatty to folks in the street.

Last night I dropped into the Slit mag launch ( www.slit.cat.org.au/ ) and found soooo many of my favourite people there. And a few folks I'd not seen for ages. The photoshoot that Mr M and I had helped Miss Z with, wasn't the one of her that had got in. Oh well.
Missed Miss L's performance too because of waiting nearly half a hour for a cab *sighs*.

I'd left the house with a pretty speedy dressup session. Which I think makes all the difference to wearing something stunning. If I have more time, I tend to downgrade the costume. I wore my red super-buckle heels, long black tulle skirt, red damask under-bust corset, white see-through blouse, a red felt fascinator I made with the addition of lots and lots of pearls. I also put on 2 pearl necklaces and a bracelet and a smidge of makeup. Lots of compliments made me happy. I felt good.
Mr M wore his "Who's your Daddy?" shirt and yummy leather braces. *squirms*.

At Hellfire, our Kissing & Spanking Booth went really well. We made some good money for supporting Bi community groups, and had a bit of fun too. So many newbies who hadn't had spankings or croppings before. Virgin bums.
People mostly wanted spankings. Only a couple of kisses were bought, mostly people I know. One charity case for my favourite butch. One young bearded uniformed bloke who said afterwards "you're such a tart". I looked up at him coquettishly, batted my eyelids and said "Well, yes I am" (while thinking "Well, duh! This is a Kissing booth!"). Another lassie I know paid for a lovely snog and grope. The grope wasn't listed on the official 'menu', but she's a fun lass to hang out with.
Oddest part of the evening? Well, that would be the fellow who gave me some $ to flog someone, who then also gave me some $. Neither of them were with our group. I think they assumed each other was? I dunno. But I kept the $ 'cos they disappeared in opposite directions very soon afterwards, and I then figured it could be classed as a 'facilitation' fee *shrugs*.

Tired afterwards. Didn't have much to drink, so not too seedy today.
Did a huge amount of spanking. My hands aren't bruised today, but my knuckles are very sore and stiff. Though that could be the effect of the cold, damp weather? *double ouch*

Must get some sleep now. Can't get Mr M out of my head though. I send him hugs and kisses across the city, through the cold, wet night.

Light relief...

Courtesy of www.catandgirl.com
More specifically: http://www.catandgirl.com/view.php?loc=282
And while I'm on a web comic theme...this is the bestest ever: www.overduemedia.com
*cue the sound of Miss Y's laughter richocheting around the office*

Oh, and I brought home a Black Books DVD from work today. Had an inkling I enjoyed the 2 shows I saw of it when it was on the teev.
Tonight I laughed so hard I nearly choked!

Much needed laughter indeed.

Quick. Distract her!

Saw it elsewhere and stole the idea.
Otherwise you’ll get whinging about bi-phobic assholes *howls of anger*, and about me not getting out of the house on a Saturday night again. *le sigh*

10 things about me (Yes. It’s all about me! Me!)

1) I used to have 2 piercings in my nose. Same side. I took them out as a reminder to myself to communicate better with people, especially when hearts are involved.
2) I measure my life, and how long I’ve known people, by community events. “Oh we met 2 years ago at Xyz Party!”
3) I’m untidy. Very untidy.
4) I failed sewing in year 7. Even the footy boys were better than me.
5) I’m the big sister of 2 women and 2 boys (half-brothers), and I have some older step-siblings but I don’t know their names. I think one is Susan, and another is Geoff. There are more, but I can’t remember how many there are.
6) I attribute my bad memory to a pot habit ages 14 to 17.
7) I wanted to be a jeweller when I grew up. But we couldn’t afford the silversmithing classes. I made beaded jewellery instead. I bartered it for pot.
8) I’ve worked fulltime all my adult life, and am very proud of that.
9) I have almost always slept with a mozzie net over my bed.
10) I love to dance.

This week's theme...

... is statistics.

- I've been playing around with ABS publications, helping my man with stats for Uni research. Did you know that one of the definitions of 'Financial stress' is the inability to raise $2000 within one week for an emergency? And that the definition of older people/aged/etc is 65+ yrs, but 50+ yrs for homeless, and 45+ yrs for indigenous folks!
- The evil ex-workmate works for ABS now, and sends our library emails about the wonderful things she's doing. I wish she would go away.
- I've been number crunching because I've my performance review coming up next week. In the past year I've told stories to about 10, 000 children. Yes. 10, 000! And it feels like it too. *grins*
- I hope I get extra marks for that, to compensate for reduced marks I'll undoubtedly get for lack of 'team performance' when I worked with that horrid woman.
(I promise I'll try and get over her soon, and stop mentioning her here)
- Speaking of 10, 000. That's about the amount of money I've spent in the last 2 weeks on items for the children's library. I think I did a good job. Bought mostly quality stuff. I'm exhausted. Life's hard eh.
*grins*

Cold grey day.

It was wonderful waking to the sound of rain on the window. Before I even had breakie or made a coffee, I was baking lemon muffin-things. Funny what a grey day can do.
Now the clouds are clearing, right on sunset, just to make sure the night is extra cold.
I've not left the house all day - which is both a good and a bad thing. I'm iching to get out now. But have to rug up for the cold.
Could do with a big night out. Meant to last night, but made the mistake of sitting down when I came home for a costume change. Probably a good mistake, considering the amount of money I spent yesterday.

Went and saw the Jets play yesterday. Lads and dogs everywhere. Drank much beer and ate steak sandwich-things. Bought Mr M a Jets bandanna so he could flag jets - left pocket of course.
Think I may've been a tad tipsy stumbling into the FTMA meeting. Sobered up somewhat, but obviously not enough, as I seem to have put my hand up to make a pinata for their christmas party. Oh well, I do love pinatas, so all's well.

In lieu of a booklaunch (more info on new launch date coming soon), it looks like I'll be doing a reading of my story at the upcoming BiFusion performance night. Stay tuned for more info. Or check out www.bi-nsw.org.au

mein Bruderhund

Once upon a time there was a little boy who wanted a dog. One day his Dad took him to a friends' farm. There were puppies! Brand new. Curled up like little furry beans. He was so excited.
Many days later they visited the puppies again. The boy chose the quietest puppy, because it was going to be a pet, not a farm dog.
He named it Frisky.
Frisky was black all over. Every single little bit of her. Her ears pointed up and her tail curved hansomely. She was beautiful!
She also lived up to her name. She was only quiet because she had a tick. When she got better she was as frisky as could be.

The family built an extra tall fence so she couldn't jump over to visit her friends Basher and Tiger down the block.
Tiger, Basher and Frisky loved exploring the neighbourhood. 3 black dogs sniffing everything they could. Scaring school children and weeing on the carefully pruned hedge of the house on the corner.
Sometimes Frisky got in trouble and had be tied up to a long chain to stop her escaping.
Especially after she became allergic to fleas and lost some of her beautiful black black fur. The man on the corner thought she had mange and called the ranger.
Frisky went jogging with the boys' father every morning, and ran in circles around the clothesline with the boy after school.
And Frisky got old. Her muzzle turned grey, and she didn't jump up on people as much.
One day she was hit sideways by a car. The vet said she would be okay. But nerve damage made her tongue hang out. Pink and wet. Long and lolloping.
One day the boy's big sister made Frisky-dog a coronet of clover and took a photo. She looked beautiful. The bright white and green of the flowers, the pink of her tongue and the shining black of her fur in the sun. Big sister only visited the family now.
Frisky grew old with the boy. He said hello to her when he came home from high school, and his little brother gave her squeezy hugs. The family moved to a new town. It was colder and made Friskys' hips hurt. The family got naturopathics for her. One day her body started disagreeing with her. Her head hung to one side and she fell off the back steps too much. It was very hard for her to move around. The vet gave her some tablets, but she found it too hard to eat, and soon too hard to drink.
She's gone now.
I'm sad.