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| Sunday, December 27th, 2009 |
t_shirt_surgery
[ sputnikkk ]
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6:29p |
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curiouscupcakes
[ guestrooms ]
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12:15p |
Cupcake question
Do red velvet cupcakes have to be red? I want to make red velvet cupcakes but dye them rainbow (like this). Will all of the colors still come out vibrant even though I use cocoa powder and vinegar in the recipe? Oh- And does anyone know what tip I need to buy to have frosting like this? |
goks
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3:43p |
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| Saturday, December 26th, 2009 | |
officialgaiman
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9:14p |
From the Exact Middle of Nowhere
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/12/from-exact-middle-of-nowhere.html posted by Neil
Waving from the Middle of Nowhere, where there's no TV, my cell phone doesn't work and the internet is slow and klunky enough that semaphore might be more efficient.
Statuesque aired last night on Sky 1. I didn't see it. Didn't get to see the first part of the last David Tennant Doctor Who either. ( Statuesque is currently available on Sky Anytime, for UK Sky subscribers, until the 31st of Dec. Look it up under the title of "Ten Mintue Tales") (Yes, Mintue. I know they mean Minute, but that's what it's up as right now.)
On the other hand, we got a few hour's sunlight today. I saw some of that. And yesterday we went for a walk and, using map coordinates and the GPS Mike's amazing new Google Cell Phone (aka Dogfood) we found a Viking stone circle. And I'm cooking a lot on the Aga. My favourite present was one my children had clubbed together to get me: a painting of my dog, by artist Kelli Bickman. They know I love Kelli's stuff, and figured that I would be made happy by a painting of Cabal by her. And I am, very happy indeed.
Anyway. I hope you had a very happy Boxing Day, and that all your boxes belong to you.
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| Friday, December 25th, 2009 |
gothphotography
[ venusmisty ]
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9:53p |
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gothphotography
[ venusmisty ]
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9:47p |
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shdwbxr
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10:48p |
LOL are you kidding me? I look like a hobo everyday!
Your dating personality profile:
Stylish - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about his appearance.
Big-Hearted - You are a kind and caring person. Your warmth is inviting, and your heart is a wellspring of love.
Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate. | Your Top Ten Traits
1. Stylish
2. Big-Hearted
3. Liberal
4. Sensual
5. Adventurous
6. Shy
7. Romantic
8. Wealthy/Ambitious
9. Traditional
10. Practical
| Your date match profile:
Stylish - You cannot put up with someone who is lacking in style. You want an original, someone with flare, someone with good taste.
Liberal - You need a person who has liberal opinions and beliefs. You are engaged by political discussions and would find a liberal viewpoint refreshing in a date.
Wealthy/Ambitious - You seek someone with goals, someone to whom success is important. You would like for this person to open up new experiences and opportunities for you. | Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Stylish
2. Liberal
3. Wealthy/Ambitious
4. Shy
5. Adventurous
6. Intellectual
7. Religious
8. Big-Hearted
9. Practical
10. Athletic
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Take the Dating Profile Quiz at Would I Date YouNow to actually post my take on Why You Should & Should NOT Date Me, but it would probably be best to have it come in a "Dear Future Significant Other" form. Current Mood:  tiredCurrent Music: Down - Bury Me in Smoke |
| Thursday, December 24th, 2009 |
aphazia
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9:52p |
Bits of bliss: New year, new loves
♥♥♥ New gadget! In what could be the most surprised (and very happy) moment of my life, the gf outdid herself this time. Did I also mention how she sent a jamongous bunch of flowers and my favorite cake last monthsary at my office (with the help of my boss, no less, haha). I confirm that I might be one of the luckiest girls in the world. (Bises, Universe) Thanks love! ♥♥♥ New crush: Ali Smith. She reminds me of Winterson and Waters, in a more optimistic and hopeful package. I thought I saw The Accidental in some Booksale branch but no such luck. I did stumble upon....ARIEL SCHRAG! *dance break* I wish I had someone with me that fateful day so I could clutch her and hyperventilate, but nonetheless, what were the chances of finding a graphic novel by Schrag for only Php140? *very pleased* Am still on the lookout for books by her. Anyone out there interested in a swap or selling old copies of her books? :) ♥♥♥ New office: So this was our last year at MBC. It really saddens me that I had to leave my beautiful window view and comfy seat behind, but nothing is permanent, after all. I just have to grin and bear it. Hopefully this means more exercise for me, since the walk to work is much longer now. On the plus side, I do have a corkboard behind me which I think I can post anti-subservient slogans inspirational messages. The new office means we have to think of... ♥♥♥ New dining options: The foodcourt back at the old office was comforting, but the new food court near us now has SOUP! Like the Soup Kitchen, but much cheaper. The other day I had squash soup so thick and mushroom soup puree, which tasted like vegetarian arrozcaldo. Mmm. ♥♥♥ New notebooks: For Christmas I requested for pretty notebooks and got my wish. I am now the proud owner of more than 5 notebooks, yay! Now for the content, I'm thinking of having the regular gratitudes journal, the what I wore today doodle notebook, a morning pages journal, a bring-everywhere-for-whatever notebook. Any suggestions for the others? :) ♥♥♥ New friends: For this module for my French classes, we only had one guy (Pat, who I also love) and the rest of us are women. I think we bonded really well, and we even had a Christmas potluck party in class with our teacher. I'm looking forward to being with them next module. I love that we have so much in common, from taste in books, music and movies to work industry. They make learning much more fun. ♥♥♥ New blog: I'm keeping a book blog, over at vox. I love how it inspires me to be more critical with the books/magazines I read, to seek out quote-worthy passages worth sharing and to not waste my time with books that don't do anything for me. The great thing about vox is that it has this Amazon tie-up where you can just click on the book title and it will find it for you, then you just insert it in your post. Ah, the joys of laziness. ♥♥♥ New tea-love and morning routine: This is the year I've discovered my love for tea. I don't drink coffee that much anymore, and I've decided to splurge on tea, since they're good for more than one use, after all, and healthier. Right now I'm in love with Celestial's Tension Tamer tea, and I drink it each morning, whilst eating my banana and honey oatmeal bowl with craisins. The minute I wake up I decide if I'm in the mood for some home yoga for a few minutes, while I'm heating water. Then I steep my tea while I prep my oatmeal bowl. Then I eat it with some uppity morning music or try to read a few pages from a nice book or try to write in my morning pages journal. I'm quite the routine-addict. ♥♥♥ New scent addictions: You might be familiar with the human heart nature organic products by now. I seriously considered trying to be a seller but got a bit scared by the initial down. But since they keep on innovating, I'm rethinking this. At the very least, I'm thinking I could just use the products on myself if I can't sell them. I'm in love with their hand sanitizers (right now I'm using the sugarcane/watermelon scent every minute or so. Don't be surprised if you see me sniffing my hands every now and then) and lipbalm. I'm looking forward to 2010, and at the top of my head, here are things that made 2009 utterly unforgettable for me: Winning. First run. First time to run. Hulahooping. Learning a new language. Learning about hope, optimism and ultimately, trust. How optimism is the key. Motorcycle incident as something symbolic. Loving completely. Trying to understand. What does not kill me makes me stronger. Joined several helpful self-help sites. Wrote more adoring letters to people I adore, and got sweet replies. Magical people come from a magical place. The Weepies still make my heart fly. So does new favorites, like Owl City, or Carla Bruni. The feeling of being at the right place, at the right time. Talking till my throat hurts. Laughing till my belly aches, with office friends. Laughing about ourselves, and how silly we were. Silliness and nonsense. Daydreams and starsparkles. Unicorns and rainbows, the ever-constant. Being surprised by what's in front of me. Getting lots of lovin' from people I idolize, in form of email/snailmail. The Universe and Galadarling being heartwarmers, smilebringers. The generosity of the world. Magic in unexpected places. Change change change. The power of the net and comments. The awesomeness of my lj-friends. Meeting new friends, hopefully for keeps. Tasting new food items, trying out new places. Discovering new favorites. Struggling to be soft, not letting the world make me hard. Learning when to save and when to splurge. Finally learning how money is not the endpoint, how it just enhances the journey. The true definition of "true". How time could heal things. How friends/strangers could surprise you. How you could surprise yourself. How I'm thankful for everything, how I'm glad and happy to be where I am right now. My heart is in a nice comfy warm place. For that, I have you in part to thank. :) Happy Holidays to you and your loved ones! I love you all! |
hijadeputa
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9:24p |
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goks
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6:14p |
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docbrite
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2:28a |
Big Freakout, Dissected
So I guess I had a pretty massive freakout over the past couple of days. It's chronicled on Twitter, more or less. To me it seemed to start with a horrible dream I had Monday morning. In this nightmare I was making a real effort to reconnect with my characters, but I'd gotten the wrong ones, which were more or less the Cure. (Anybody with half an eye can see the Cure's influence on Lost Souls, or so I assume.) They had all gone down to Shell Beach and commandeered barges, a tugboat, and some kind of tanker, with which they were planning a terrorist attack. Samuel L. Jackson was tearing down the Reggio highway in a furious attempt to stop them, but everybody knew it was my fault and hated me, including Chris, who promptly dumped my ass. Some of my worst dreams are those in which I'm back with one of my exes. I remember Chris and feel the lack of him, but know I have to be with this once-beloved foe instead. It is the hollowest, loneliest feeling I've known in dream. Usually I wake up, become aware of him sleeping beside me, and feel tremendous relief. This time I woke up within the dream and knew I'd really done it, I'd finally fucked up bad enough to lose him (by putting the Cure on terrorist barges in Shell Beach, yes, I see the absurdity of this, but it didn't help at the time). I saw life without him, an endless featureless plain the color of a bruise. I cried and woke myself and him up saying "Chris. Chris. Chris" and babbling about wrong characters on barges, trying to explain this utter incoherence. The ensuing day did not pass well. Even tranked to the gills, I couldn't seem to stop sobbing and panicking and doomsaying. I could not bathe. I could not even consider leaving the house (this has been a problem lately). I finally called my intermittent shrink and sobbed and babbled some more until she agreed to give me a few, VERY few, barbiturates to help me function over these next few days. I don't stress much about the holidays (we stopped doing gifts years ago, stocked up on stuff and unable to afford it), but my mom and a dear friend are coming to visit, and I would like to be able to act like something resembling a human being around them. Those who were reading back in the dark days of 2005 will remember my adventures with Dr. Jesus and the Great BUTALBITAL. Butalbital has come into my life again, with its idolatrous-sounding name and its extremely short-term help. Short-term because it's addictive as shit and not even slightly appropriate for treating long-term depression, but thank God she heard enough of the fraying in my voice to throw me a quick merciful lifeline (a scant 10 pills to be parceled out carefully over at least 4 days, worryworts) until I can go see her and figure out why my usual shit's not working anymore. Pharmaceuticals, you've nearly killed me and you've saved my life, both many times. Just like a goddamn lover, ain'tcha? ("Almost had your hooks in me, din'tcha, dear?") So today my Butalbital and I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed the house, and baked a lovely chocolate chip-pecan pie. Tomorrow we'll greet our guests and try to absorb their love through the merciful haze that says so kindly, "No, that bruise color isn't filling your vision, you don't reek of rotting meat, these people love you, they're not counting the hours until they can get away or silently analyzing the stupidity of everything you say." So that's the story of my big freakout. As ever, I tell it because of my determination to chronicle the life of one writer's journey through loss, depression, addiction, sorrow, joy, and sometimes redemption in the wake of the post-Katrina federal levee failure. I've written no fiction in three years now, so this is really all I have to offer, and I give it to you without shame. There's no reason for shame. I wasn't like this before August 29, 2005. I'd dealt with depression off and on since I was 17, but at the time of the levee failure I was on no psychiatric drugs, writing prolifically, and (I thought) fairly happy. Now I struggle most days just not to be a mess, and there are a hell of a lot of people who are a hell of a lot worse off than I am ... and a hell of a lot more people who survived the levee failure and its aftermath, but not the lives they tried to piece back together afterward. They gave themselves to the Great Subaudible. I tell you these things in part to keep myself from doing the same. |
goks
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2:36p |
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| Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009 |
gothicfashion
[ fencey ]
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5:08p |
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t_shirt_surgery
[ meandalice ]
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2:25p |
Mom Drab to Ab Fab!
Haha i can rhyme =) So this used to be one of those horrible "mom" shirts from the 90s. You know, really ill fitting? Waaaay too wide but too short as well, with this 90s embroidery on it! But.. the fabric was really soft, and the embroidery was actually really pretty, so I decided to salvage it, and ( it turned into this... ) Current Mood:  artistic |
kimonos_house
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12:49a |
#200
 It's Wasabi! I originally planned to introduce this little fellow back in 2007, but I just never could find the right time. Our two hundredth comic seemed like as good a time as any! Many thanks to David for the fantastic miniature dice set. They are lovely! Happy holidays to you and yours. See you Monday! KT Voting PortalKimonosTownhouse.com |
| Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 | |
officialgaiman
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6:34p |
Why all the lettering is getting smaller...
http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/12/why-all-lettering-is-getting-smaller.html posted by Neil
I'm flying out tonight to the UK. I'll hole up in the middle of nowhere with my children and ex-wife and my mother as well, and probably be off-the-internet the whole time. There will be no TV in the middle of nowhere, so I will miss Doctor Who and miss "Statuesque" on Sky1 (10 pm Christmas Day).
Trying to deal with the last things I have to do before I get out of here. (Also realised very late last night that the problems I've had reading comics for the next Year's Best American Comics that I'm guest editing has nothing to do with losing my love for comics and everything to do with the fact that somewhere in the last year I must have started needing reading glasses for small print and had not realised this. I found a pair of reading glasses and the world became one with good, easy-to-read comics in it once again... I suppose more things like this will happen as I age. How odd.)
I leave you with a handful of links...
Okay. Back to last-minute things...
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| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
gothicfashion
[ p_gotherina ]
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8:59p |
cross-posted direct sale, new and reposted stuff
All will be sent 2nd class UK and some 1st or 2nd class recorded unless otherwise stated. I have used the Paypal calculator to include paypal fees too becasue it's ridiculous the amount you can lose on paypal..or you can send a gift payment but check with me first. If you are outside the UK please let me know and I will adjust postage prices. I will only post items outside of the UK with insured postage to be safe. If you want any of these before Xmas please be prepared to pay a little extra for special delivery. If you live in London, you can collect from me @manor house/finsbury park tube station and save on postage time permitting in this xmas rush week though. Anything that doesn't shift on here I'll be cross-posting on other selling communities then putting up on Ebay, (again!)! If you buy more than one item I will adjust prices. ( Jordash witchy skirt BNWT, black and white skull shirt, Queen of darkness trench coat, cream lace egl top, little miss sunshine black skinny t, grey/black pinstripe mercy deathrock trousers, black trousers, black shirt, black skirt, The Libertine DVD, black and red tim burton style storage stool, skulls, pewter gothic grim reaper wine glass, trolls etc ) ta |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 | |
officialgaiman
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11:02p |
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| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
t_shirt_surgery
[ sleepykidd ]
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11:54a |
A couple of recons...
This is my first post there, though I've been lurking and reconstructing tees for ages. Its just that recently my stuff actually started looking wearable! Hehe. ( Three reconstructions. ) I made a couple more yesterday but I haven't got photos yet. I might post them later in the week. Current Mood:  chipperCurrent Music: 10cc |
hijadeputa
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5:00a |
The Story Of The Pencil
A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked: ‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’ His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’ Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special. ‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’ ‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’ ‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’ ‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person. ‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’ ‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’ ‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action’ source: “Like the Flowing River” by Paulo Coelho |
| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 |
femalemusicians
[ portiaslegacy ]
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3:06p |
Video Cabaret
I have started a post over in my live journal about music videos with Cabaret like settings. Please come over to chat. |
goks
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11:52p |
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goks
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11:24p |
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t_shirt_surgery
[ 00noctum00 ]
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5:20a |
ideas?
I need your help, you guys! I got this dress at Goodwill months back for surgery/zombie walk and I fell in love with the pattern. I don't know what to make it into. Could you guys give me idea and/or pictures on what I should make this into... ( picture of the huge dress. ) Current Mood:  confused |
| Thursday, December 17th, 2009 |
creativegirls
[ glamasaurus ]
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4:46p |
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