primroseburrows: (me)
Via [personal profile] scriggle

Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don't use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of:

I wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes*, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, jam funnels, meat thermometers, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, martini glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones*, coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes***, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers**, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers, and fondue sets languish dustily at the back of the nation's cupboards.

*I use it every time I make bread, which is at least weekly in winter.

**An essential part of my cold-weather cooking--I make soups a LOT during cold weather.

***What actually IS this, anyway?
primroseburrows: (DT: nozz-a-la)
Meme gacked from [livejournal.com profile] moony:

Leave the name of a character/person from a fandom you know I'm in, and I will tell you:

* How I FEEEEEL about this character.

* All the people I ship romantically with this character.

* My non-romantic OTP for this character.

* My unpopular opinion about this character.

* One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon.


Pleeeeeze do this meme. I need to feel like I'm part of fandom again. :D
primroseburrows: (DT: time is a face on the water)
Name five historical characters whose lives you'd like to see adapted into movies or TV series.

1. Helen Adams Keller. And I don't mean The Miracle Worker. I mean a real biopic about her life, including those years nobody wants you to know about. ESPECIALLY those years.

2. Roger Williams. I know way too little about him and not only did he have an interesting life, he seems like he was a nice guy.

3. Henrietta Lacks. So much good has come from what was taken from her without her consent, and I think she deserves recognition (yes, there is a movie being made about the book, but it's not the same as a film about her life).

4. Gerry Adams. Yeah, I know, he's still living. He's also been involved in a boatload of history.

5. The Famous Five. Okay, so I'm cheating a little because they were five women who of course were individuals with individual lives, but since they're mostly linked together historically, I maintain they are also one historical figure.
primroseburrows: (sentimental jamboree)
Day 10: A song that reminds you of your father.

Well, since I was fortunate enough to have two, I get to post two songs.


My dad and I were both John Denver fans, and we especially liked this one. Somewhere I have a picture of twelve-year-old me standing next to a Toledo scale.





This was my stepdad's favourite song in the world, and for good reason, because it's gorgeous. It was sung at his memorial service, and I always think of him when I hear it. This is Nat Cole's version of Hoagy Carmichael's classic:



meme list )
primroseburrows: (DT: time is a face on the water)
Day 9: A song that reminds you of an ex.




Totally angst-free memory: my ex-husband used to sing this song all the time. Not the whole song, mind you; he'd randomly burst into a room in Krameristic fashion and blurt out either "it's just a game that you play" or "buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight." I found it hilarious, but I guess you had to be there.

The song itself is a lovely one. Ah, the days of the singer-songwriter. If only they'd happen again.

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primroseburrows: (sentimental jamboree)
Day 8: One band/singer whose popularity you will never understand.

Anne Murray. She has a pleasant enough voice, but no real personality and her songs are boring. Do not get.

This one's really pretty, though. Even if the Loggins and Messina version is light-years better.




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primroseburrows: (sentimental jamboree)
Day 4: Your favourite male singer.

I've already posted something by my favourite male singer; for the sake of variety I will post something by (one of) my favourite male singer(s) who is not Elton John:




I love my fake!fiancé (and this song) so very much. :)


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primroseburrows: (dS: frasersadness)
Day 2: A song that makes you cry:





I have actually been reduced to sobbing with past listens, which is why I try to avoid hearing it in public as much as possible. Also, the song came out when [livejournal.com profile] mr_t00by was fifteen, which adds to the oversentimentalization factor. I do love it, despite the inconvenience.

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primroseburrows: (captain and the kid)
I'm finally doing one of those 30-day memes that keep going around. This one's the music meme.


Day 1: Your favourite song:

Since my favourite song is actually an entire album (I even wrote a review for it a while back), I'll pick something from that:




Here are the rest of the songs.

Oh, and if you buy this album? See if you can get the version without the added three songs at the end. They're great songs, but this is a CONCEPT ALBUM, and they're just not part of the concept.



meme list )
primroseburrows: (typing)
A meme before bed. Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] littlealex:

last cigarette: when did they stop making cloves? Then.

last alcoholic drink: half-glass of wine before bed last night.

last car ride: if you mean one where I wasn't driving, last week to take [livejournal.com profile] mr_t00by to the ferry. He drove down, I drove the car home.

last kiss: is a terrible song, even the pearl jam version.

last good cry: don't remember, actually.

last book bought: The Essential Rumi, which I can't wait to sink into.

last book read: Brown Girl in the Ring. It was good, but not as wonderful as I'd been expecting. Still worth reading, though.

last movie seen: Shakespeare in Love DVD, with my housemate.

last beverage drank: wow, I don't think I've drunk anything since my coffee this afternoon--couple of sips of water, maybe. This is bad. Definitely drinking a bunch of water before bed.

last food consumed: poppyseed muffin, about a minute ago.

last crush: it's always, ever been Alfred.

last tv show watched: the rest of yesterday's Rachel Maddow Show, this morning.

last shoes worn: my sneakers, which seem to be the only shoes I can wear anymore that don't give my back screaming, stabbing pains.

last song played: whatever was on classicvinyl on Sirius when I got out of the car. I honestly forget.

last thing bought: fat-free coffee frozen yogurt from Three Sisters that I didn't like and didn't eat much of.

last download: re-dl of H20, for future viewing because I can't find my DVD.

last soda drank: diet dr. pepper, at my mom's house.

last thing written: Where the Women are Strong, the Men are Good-looking, and the Mounties are Above Average, for the [livejournal.com profile] ds_flashfiction badfic challenge.

last words spoken: something about why my housemate is still up.

last ice cream eaten: see above for not-so-good frozen yogurt.

last webpage visited: not counting the ones I linked in this post, hmm. does facebook count?
primroseburrows: (typing)
Long-arsed (but way fun!) meme from [livejournal.com profile] legomymalfoy (now with Informational Linkage!)

under here )


Okay, going outside now. It's gorgeous out!
primroseburrows: (typing)
From [livejournal.com profile] aphephobia

[when you see this, post a poem in your journal.] Backtrack and look at the other poems, too.


The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

—Emma Lazarus, 1883
primroseburrows: (canada)
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad


some rich men came and raped the land; nobody caught 'em )

full meme list under here )
primroseburrows: (group w)
30 day meme, days 6 and 7:


Apparently I'm all about combining days.

Day 6 - Whatever tickles your fancy

Okay, here's a poem... )

...and a song:



(Download here)


...and a pretty picture. )

full meme list under here )
primroseburrows: (yellow brick road)
...because I was lazy yesterday and didn't feel like doing it. ;)

Day 05 → Your favorite quote

I have loads. This one is my current favourite:

"If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe." - Carl Sagan


Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy

Me, at about age six:



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primroseburrows: (DT:and so it begins)
Day 04 → Your favorite book

Just like my favourite song is an album, my favourite book is a series. Here's an excerpt from The Waste Lands, which, if I absolutely had to pick, would be my favourite book of the series (no major spoilers so it's safe):

He was the largest creature in the forest which had once been known as the Great West Woods, and he was the oldest. Many of the huge old elms which Roland had noticed in the valley below had been little more than twigs sprouting from the ground when the bear came out of the dim unknown reaches of Out-World like a brutal, wandering king.

Once, the Old People had lived in the West Woods (it was their leavings which Roland had found from time to time during the last weeks), and they had gone in fear of the colossal, undying bear. They had tried to kill him when they first discovered they were not alone in the new territory to which they had come, but although their arrows enraged him, they did no serious damage. And he was not conused about the source of his torment, as were the other beasts of the forest--even the predatory bushcats which denned and littered in the sandhills to the west. No, he knew where the arrows came from, this bear. Knew. And for every arrow which found its mark in the flesh below his shaggy pelt, he took three, four, perhaps as many as half a dozen of the Old People. Children if he could get them; women if he could not. Their warriors he disdained, and this was the final humiliation.

Eventually, as his real nature became clear to them, their efforts to kill him ceased. He was, of course, a demon incarnate--or the shadow of a god. They called him Mir, which to these people meant "the world beneath the world". He stood seventy feet high, and after eighteen or more centuries of undisputed rule in the West Woods, he was dying. Perhaps the instrument of his death had at first been a microscopic organism in something he had eaten or drunk; perhaps it was old age; more likely a combination of both. The cause didn't matter; the ultimate insult--a rapidly multiplying colony of parasites foraging within his fabulous brain--did. After years of calculating, brutal sanity, Mir had run mad.


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primroseburrows: (SA: anna)
Day 03 → Your favorite television program

no contest whatsoever )

If I ever, ever find a show out there that's this well done, I'll be seventeen kinds of surprised. More surprised than when I found ZERO bad reviews, even after a LOT of looking--like Google out to, I dunno, something like twenty places.

full meme list under here )
primroseburrows: (curtsmile)
Day 02 → Your favorite movie

Well, that would be Velvet Goldmine:

I'm glad I've got you on my viewscreen, sailor )

There are movies I love almost, almost as much, but nothing quite tops this one. It's got everything--glam rock, plenty of Oscar Wilde references, JRM in a dress, Ewan in eyeliner and glitter and nothing else, a kickass soundtrack, and Eddy Izzard. And that's just the highlights. I've loved this movie forever, and I rec it to the four winds. It's literally awesome.

full meme list under here )
primroseburrows: (DT: nozz-a-la)
Meme from [livejournal.com profile] peacey:

1. Take five books off your bookshelf.
2. Book #1 -- first sentence
3. Book #2 -- last sentence on page fifty
4. Book #3 -- second sentence on page one hundred
5. Book #4 -- next to the last sentence on page one hundred fifty
6. Book #5 -- final sentence of the book


Joseph P. Kennedy, one of this nation's most politically ambitious fathers, could not have planned it better. His statement shows the attitude many physicians have concerning the alleged superiority of modern medical techniques: "We inject a little Novocaine, make a little cut, lift the baby out gently with forceps, then repair and restore the pelvic floor even better than God made it." I agreed with him, though I hadn't heard a word about it. The stairwell was grey and unlit except by light filtering round corners and through cracks. So thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.

Hee! I don't think it'll make the bestseller list. Besides, it lies. I don't agree at all with that nonsense about forceps and repairing stuff better than God. ;)

Books used (yanked randomly from my bookshelf):

1. Last Lion: The Fall and Rise of Ted Kennedy by Peter S. Canellos.
2. Unassisted Childbirth by Laura Kaplan Shanley.
3. Skywriting By Word of Mouth by John Lennon.
4. Perdido Street Station by China Mieville.
5. Macbeth by William Shakespeare.


Here, have a Dalek Crochet Pattern.
primroseburrows: (vw)
From [livejournal.com profile] mijan:

If I were a month, I'd be October.
If I were a day of the week, I'd be Wednesday, because I don't have to work on Wednesdays.
If I were a time of day, I'd be dusk, because it's dreamy and I'm a giant dreamer.
If I were a planet, I'd be Pluto (shut UP, it's a PLANET, okay?), because we both tend to be outside looking in.
If I were a sea animal, I'd be a dolphin.
If I were a direction, I'd be equal parts west and east, because I'm water and air in pretty equal proportions.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a comfy couch.
If I were a liquid, I'd be mercury, without question.
If I were a tree, I'd be Acer saccharum, because they've been following me in one way or another since I was born and I figure I must have been one in a past life.
If I were a flower, I'd be a primrose, duh. Specifically Oenothera biennis, a.k.a. Evening Primrose. And I just found out that fireweed is a member of the same family, which makes me no end of happy. :)
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be a whirlwind.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a human voice.
If I were a color, I'd be emerald green.
If I were an emotion, I'd be empathy.
If I were a fruit, I'd be an apple. Because I like apples.
If I were a sound, I'd be a Cape Breton fiddle tune.
If I were an element, I'd be hydrogen.
If I were a car, I'd be a 1966 VW bus.
If I were a food, I'd be a potato.
If I were a place, I'd be Boston.
If I were a taste, I'd be salty.
If I were a scent, I'd be a freshly tilled garden.
If I were an object, I'd be a passport.
If I were a body part, I'd be a heart.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a watery smile.
If I were a song, I'd be this one (which is also the Song of the Day!):

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