Mar. 2nd, 2007
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Mar. 2nd, 2007 09:08 pmI added too much water to a lentil-nut loaf. Oops. So between that, mashed potatoes, and gravy, it was a very "mushy" dinner. Jarrod didn't mind, and I guess I don't either, it certainly all tasted fine. Just looked slightly unappealing. *lol* Live and learn, I suppose.
I make good gravy.
My interview today went okay. They're interviewing four people total, and even if I get it, they didn't think they'd be making a decision before the 23rd. Argh.
I'm making cupcakes tomorrow for
jenhowell's birthday party. Mexican hot chocolate cupcakes. The binding of the cookbook is broken and pages are coming out. You can tell which ones I've made because the pages are stained. Why do cookbooks often have that glossy paper? They know that a properly-used cookbook is going to end up all destroyed. Admittedly, a true cupcake cookbook requires drool-worthy photos.
jenhowell found my Justin Timberlake CD! Yes! I was listening to my Erik Satie CD from the library but I've already listened to it twice. So now: Justin. Bwah ha ha.
Oh holy crap. I listened to this CD so often after I started riding my bike to The Portland Clinic that now, I hear the first few notes, and it makes me think of holding my Raleigh bike on the max. I used to enjoy that far too much: standing there in my office-y work clothes, holding my bike (I didn't often get a chance to hang it up), blasting Justin Timberlake on my headphones. What beats that, though, was this older woman (she had to have been in her 60's) who sometimes was on the same max, who would stand next to her bike in worn-out jeans and an old sweater, and she'd be knitting like crazy, still wearing her helmet. She kicked ass.
During that same period of time, SexyBack was getting a lot of airplay on the pop station, which was a favorite of many of my coworkers. So I'd listen to it on the way to work, hear it all day at work (because when a song is popular, Z100 plays it literally every half hour), and then listen to it again on the way home.
Can I admit that I don't even think this is bad pop music? I sometimes say that to be self-deprecating, but the fact is: I think Justin Timberlake is a damn good musician, and I think this is actually A Good Album. There's a few tracks on here that I'm guessing won't become singles that really impress me.
So there. *LOL*
I make good gravy.
My interview today went okay. They're interviewing four people total, and even if I get it, they didn't think they'd be making a decision before the 23rd. Argh.
I'm making cupcakes tomorrow for
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Oh holy crap. I listened to this CD so often after I started riding my bike to The Portland Clinic that now, I hear the first few notes, and it makes me think of holding my Raleigh bike on the max. I used to enjoy that far too much: standing there in my office-y work clothes, holding my bike (I didn't often get a chance to hang it up), blasting Justin Timberlake on my headphones. What beats that, though, was this older woman (she had to have been in her 60's) who sometimes was on the same max, who would stand next to her bike in worn-out jeans and an old sweater, and she'd be knitting like crazy, still wearing her helmet. She kicked ass.
During that same period of time, SexyBack was getting a lot of airplay on the pop station, which was a favorite of many of my coworkers. So I'd listen to it on the way to work, hear it all day at work (because when a song is popular, Z100 plays it literally every half hour), and then listen to it again on the way home.
Can I admit that I don't even think this is bad pop music? I sometimes say that to be self-deprecating, but the fact is: I think Justin Timberlake is a damn good musician, and I think this is actually A Good Album. There's a few tracks on here that I'm guessing won't become singles that really impress me.
So there. *LOL*