hoping that our mail server at work would be fixed by this morning (actually, i totally forgot it was broken, but it was six a.m.), i dutifully emailed my nanaimo bar recipe to myself in order that i could post it today. unfortunately, the technical difficulties have their own agenda. if i remember after the dentist and before the biscotti making experiment, i will try to post it tonight, complete with a photo of what the finished product should look like.
someone i’ve been emailing for a short while told me that my writing style is like that of jack kerouac’s. having never read anything of his, despite being told that on the road is required reading for twenty-something hipsters (i’m neither twenty-something nor a hipster, so it stands to reason), i can’t tell if it was a lovely compliment or a subtle dig. was he calling me pretentious? probably not, but there is a small possibility of which i’m choosing to ignore utterly in my most pollyanna of manners.
today, i’m going to try to make pretty web things for work. i don’t often get a chance to make pretty web things due to the daily drudgery of being a human scanner. i think this is a good time for me to be making pretty web things. i’m oddly inspired to create at the present. i’m liking the making of the prose and the making of the cookies and even the making of the photographs. i’ll even be completing the making of the secret art exchange items this weekend, which i’m really rather excited about.
all right, that’s enough talking. time to start the doing. happy hump day!
Ut oh… sounds to me like somebody’s compensating! ;)
Tick tock goes the biological clock. You want a baby.
Admit it ;)
you’ve got to be kidding me. i’m the least maternal woman on the planet (excepting maybe martina navratilova).
heh! no no.. you see, I think its in your sub-conscious. You’re creating everything you possibly can to compensate for some carnal desire to contribute to the population explosion. I’d give ya one but I’m afraid children annoy me. Whine whine whine, bitch complain cry snivel fit bitch. I loathe competition.
oi, that was me ^^ wtf…..
yeah, i love you to bits fizzling, but i’m not hatching even *your* spawn.
Funny, I was thinking it was compensating for wanting to make hot monkey love. ;)
geezus, people, i’m not compensating for anything! *grump*