aceofkittens: (ah go on)
I am going to try once again to post more. Whee!!!

Okay, so lately, I've been some kind of magnet for weird injuries. In the past few weeks:

  • I was severely bitten and scratched by one of the cats belonging to my rescue group, to the point that I still have a bruise on my leg though it's been three weeks.

  • I fell on my ass getting out of a car, which resulted in a tremendous bruise upon buttocks.

  • I was cutting bread and cut my finger down to the bone.

  • I sprained my ankle simply walking down the street. It 'popped' out with a sickening sort of crunch. It's better, but I am still a little gimpy.

Last night, I was making dinner and let out a tremendous yell. [ profile] invisiblebf said from the other room, "You cut yourself again, didn't you." It wasn't a question. Yes, I had cut myself again. At least, there was minimal bleeding this time.

Is it time for another anti-evil-eye ritual? Perhaps!
aceofkittens: (fuckyeah)
Long ago, I said I was going to cook more and post the resulting photos in this LJ. Obviously, like with most things I promise, it takes anywhere between three and five years for me to actually deliver on it. It's not that I haven't been cooking; I'm just too lazy to post about it.

However, this latest culinary adventure was just too awesome not to chronicle in LJ! Over the weekend, I made the "kitty litter" cake in Chip's honor. This is a novelty cake that essentially looks like a "used" kitty litter box (complete with cat poop). A recipe for this wondrous (yet disgusting-looking) cake can be found here. I changed things up a bit, because my cake had to be vegan. It was challenging to find box mixes that didn't already have milk products cunningly concealed within! Also, for the same reason, I used licorice instead of Tootsie Rolls. In any case, it was, in my opinion, quite delicious. Of course, I managed to burn my left forearm quite severely while pulling the glass baking dish out of the oven, but I don't think I'm going to lose that arm. ;)

Unfortunately, the cake was a hard sell in terms of people actually trying it. It went a little something like this: Potential cake-eater sees cake: "That is DISGUSTING!!!" (pause) "What IS that? What's in it?" (pause) "I think I'll pass." One of the people who did try it said, "It's good... for a vegan cake. But that's not saying much. That's like saying, "I'm the world's tallest midget!" :D I forgave him because he was drunk.

Well, I know you really want photos, so here they are:
Chip's kitty litter cake )

Coming soon: The Adventures of Sluggy Hat! Stay tuned!
aceofkittens: (25 lbs of flour)
My mom is here — yay!

Through the Herculean efforts of [ profile] invisiblebf, who spent something like 7 hours scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush, the apartment is now clean and sparkly enough to have gotten high accolades and approval from my mom. Yay + infinity! [ profile] invisiblebf is a star. Tonight, he will cook us dinner and I can't wait. Maybe he'll even post about it in his own LJ. Hint, hint.

Meanwhile, the infamous pantry moths have been flitting around and I decided to find the source. Hello, skin-crawling, hackle-raising moth infestation of my whole-wheat flour. Good-bye, everything in the baking cupboard... again.

I think my mom and I will go to the Getty after we get some coffee. After that, who knows! :)
aceofkittens: (oh god ted)

After day drinking all day with [ profile] futureboy and [ profile] sassycat8, we accidentally set [ profile] invisiblebf's hand/foot on fire.

And the floor.

Hope you're not miffed!
aceofkittens: (do not want!)
The good news is, apparently Trader Joe's madeleines are made of the finest fresh ingredients and do not contain any preservatives.

The bad news is, if you buy them, but then don't eat them for a few months, they go off and taste like rancid butter.


On an unrelated note, sometimes when I am falling asleep, I will have very random conversations that are somehow related to whatever is happening in my brain. Last night at 4 am, after I started dozing off while online, I managed to make it into the bed. MIB asked me something, and I responded: "You brought snacks!" He said, "...WHAT?" I replied, "Don't worry, it's all from the same bottle."

It's cracking me up, so I thought I would record it for posterity. :)
aceofkittens: (poison apple)
I guess the post-Thanksgiving thrall is still upon me, because today's post is also about food.
Dark culinary confessions )
aceofkittens: (snarly snarl)

The granola was contaminated.

*washes out mouth with vodka for 2.5 hours straight*

aceofkittens: (battle!)
Nothing is more squicky and gross than having your home invaded by insects. Today I came home and there were more moths fluttering in the kitchen. I was talking to [ profile] toastmantom as I ambled around and the conversation went as follows:

[ profile] toastmantom: Well, I should probably go, I am having dinner with Cat.
[ profile] aceofkittens: EEEYAAAARRGHHAAAAA! *ear-splitting shriek*

As I had reached for some rice cakes, I saw that moths were doing it on top of the rice cakes. Which were on top of my cabinet of baking supplies. Hmm, I thought, could they be in my cabinet of baking supplies?

Why, yes, yes they were. Good-bye, baking supplies. Hello, impenetrable tupperware bins.



Oct. 4th, 2006 01:24 am
aceofkittens: (angry)
Thanks to my friend, the Internet, I now know that the disgusting insects infesting my pantry are Indian meal moths.

Knowledge is power, and soon they will all die. But not soon enough, as I estimate they've eaten about $100 worth of dried food products over the last month.

I've also been visited recently by Mr. Roach and Mr. Ant.

I channel Samuel L. Jackson: "Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherf* insects in this motherf* apartment!

Verily, there will be a day of rejoicing when I am no longer living in this pathetic slum. That is all.
aceofkittens: (vodka cat)
So, the window saga continues. For those just tuning in, one of the windows in the guest room finished a slow collapse into total decrepitude a year ago. I thought it had been in February, but looking over an old entry I see that I discovered this problem last January. Great. This whole apartment building is a shambles and has been falling apart ever since the termites... probably before then. In any case, it's now taken the landlord a year to fix the window. It's been covered with cardboard for months. He was supposed to do fix it during our trip to SF, but didn't. Upon returning, I discovered that only half the window still remained in place. No more cardboard. Just... a gaping half-hole. Lovely.

Windows? AceOfKittens had windows... )
All of this is enough to drive anyone to drink:
Pass me that bottle, bartender! )
What can I say — like owner, like cat. :)
aceofkittens: (bad mood)
So, I had this little sprout of a Halloween costume idea and then it burst fully fledged out of my head and it was going to be perfect. I knew I already had the clothes in my costume stash at my mom's house - oh yes! - so all I needed were accessories and some props. Good times.

All this week at work, the theatre department's costume shop has been having a crazy sale, so I snagged a back-up outfit in case I wanted to mix it up a bit this weekend. I wasn't too crazy about the backup outfit, because it's about 10 sizes too big for me and has that icky "stale old clothes" smell, but it was only $2, so I didn't care too much if I never actually used it. I'm a costume packrat, so I often collect stuff I never use. Thus, I also bought a couple of other iffy pieces, including a shiny turquoise pantsuit for [ profile] toastmantom, because you can never have too many of those.

Anyway, I got home tonight and thought I'd try on the ensemble for my mom. I went to the closet to get the dress — it wasn't there. I went to my costume bin — not there. Downstairs in the costume trunk — not there. In the box of fabric? No. I spent 2 hours going nuts trying to find this dress. It was a mystery, a conundrum, a riddle. The one piece I needed was the one missing piece of the puzzle.

My mom was equally bewildered. As we sat there drinking tea and trying to figure out what the hell had happened to the dress, she suddenly said, "Wait! I think the moths got it." And it all came back to me, albeit very slowly. A few years ago, there was a disgusting moth infestation in my closet. A bunch of my clothes I stored up here got completely destroyed. I lost some really nice stuff. And I suddenly recalled that, in fact, the moths ate about half of this dress and we had to trash it. Auuuuugh!

Now I have all of half a day to try and turn the smelly old blechy back-up dress into something cool or else go with the always popular "Ho" option. Bleh.
aceofkittens: (and how)
This morning, I had a really hard time getting up. After numerous violent hammerings at the alarm clock's snooze button, I finally pried myself out of bed, stumbled off to the shower, and... Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaah! the water heater appears to be broken. ;) The pilot light has gone out and won't stay on.

Is it coincidence that it's Friday the 13th? Oh, I think not! ;)


Jan. 11th, 2005 12:25 am
aceofkittens: (Default)
I have broken my toilet. I ripped the handle off. I guess I don't know my own strength...


Jan. 8th, 2004 12:25 am
aceofkittens: (Default)
Well, the new anus hasn't started off with a bang. Ha, ha, I just had to say that.

I'm bleh. The mean girl cat peed all over my room again today (my mom tries to defend her, but I just can't see any of the other cats doing it), and I can still smell it. Of course, earlier this anus, my mom's ill-fated experiment in home brewing exploded violently in our so-called "wine cellar" in the garage. And I can still smell that too! Yeast and pee -- two great olfactory sensations that go great together.

The good news is, I finally brushed my hair for the first time this anus, so it's no longer turning into one giant dreadlock/nest for small woodland creatures.
aceofkittens: (Default)
For all of you who are just dying to know, the landlord finally came over yesterday and filled in my dirty little hole. He showed up without calling, of course, but... that's pretty much par for the course. Then, today, the Housing Inspector came. Coincidence? We'll let you decide.

I'm very excited about a new game I'm going to be playing, hopefully with [ profile] vaznetti. Aside from that, nothing to see here; move along.
aceofkittens: (Default)
Was it good? I don't remember much about it
When things start to feel right
you can count on me to start to doubt it...
Everything falls apart
then I get to try to put it back together
Everything falls apart
and you can count on that
like you can count on bad, bad weather again..

I'm listening to CDs I didn't remember buying. I'd like to buy more music, but it's not a huge priority. I go through huge lengths of time where I don't listen to anything at all. Then I'll listen to one CD, over and over again. Anyway, here's a whole mess of stuff that's falling apart.

How Cousin Charlotte's boiler was So Tiresome )
aceofkittens: (Default)
I had a lot of ranty things to say this morning, but I had to run out to an appointment, and now that I am back from it, I'm drained and tired. But I still kind of want to rant, so what the hell.

I think that what I have begun to understand, more and more, is that no matter what we say, it's almost impossible to get through to other people. People will still hear what they want to hear, and it doesn't matter if that's what you actually said or not. So I guess the idea is to find people who already think the same as you do and that way, you don't have to keep dashing yourself against the blank wall of miscommunication.

Bitter much?

In an online RPing context, this boils down to: people don't read, people don't pay attention, then they choose to blame other people for the kind of miscommunication/lack of information sharing that is inherent to the MUSH medium. I'm tired of having to go in and spank people with my firm butt-loving hand. I'm tired of dick-waving assholes who think power-gaming is cool.

In a real world context, I am tired of fighting with various people in my life. Mainly, myself.

On a lighter note, something's been dying in the fridge for some time, can't figure out what. Secretly seething against the roommate who likes to "forget" about her spoiling food for weeks at a time. Driving back from the appointment, I was on the phone with my friend (yes, bad me, driving and talking, screw you) and had the following coversation:

Friend: I had mashed potatoes for lunch from KFC. Not the best, but..
Me: Yes, their mashed potatoes are ok. I like their biscuits and corn. Mmm... corn, I'd love to have some cor... Aaaaaaaaaugh, corn!!

I suddenly recalled that I bought three ears of corn last week and put them in the cripser and forgot all about them. Could this be the mysterious reek?

It'd make a great story full of irony if the bad smell had, indeed, been due to my poor corn, but ha ha! It wasn't.


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