Okay, I'm caught up.

[butterflydreaming]

If you don't already know why I'm rarely online from Wednesday nights through Sunday mornings, can't figure it out on your own, and are really that interested, you can ask. I may tell you.

-Thursday-
Saw The Incredibles, which was better than I expected, even though I carry a certain expectation level from Pixar. Now that my younger brother is delving into animation, I look at these movies with an extra facet of perspective. Of course, I saw the ending coming, but it was a fun ride. I'm willing to say that this is the best mainstream movie that I have seen in some time.

In the evening, I attempted to make something at which I continuously fail, a traditional Salvadorean thing called pupusas. There is too high of a skill level for these damn things. First of all, the masa (corn dough, which I must make from dry) is never the right consistency. I've tried cold water, hot water, warm water, letting it rest/not letting it rest, wet towel, adding oil, overnight refrigeration... if you've ever done pottery, especially throwing, imagine trying to work with clay that isn't wedged enough. Yeah.

And then these balls of unhelpful masa must be hand-pat, with a filling of mixed cheeses. I accept that I always put too much filling. But no matter what I do, I just can't get the shaping right...!

So, by the time L came back from the grocery store and discovered that she'd overdrawn her checking account (an oversight, because she keeps most of her funds in savings), I was ripe for picking up a bad mood. Of course, nothing cooked right.

Failure should be good, for someone like me. It isn't.

-Friday-
I haven't the faintest idea of what I did Friday, except work. Oh yeah, that would be because I came home and fell asleep while watching Juuni Kokki. (It was the second viewing. I wasn't gleaning anything new. Sometimes, with this series, you just have to go with it. And this arc? Lacks pretty boys. Keiki doesn't count, and Rakshun stays in mouse form. I do like the doll song, I've decided. Do any of you even know what I'm going on about?!?)

There was some writing in the afternoon, but nothing of merit.

-Saturday-
There are some plusses to having a light schedule this month, such as sleeping in on Saturday! Except, I didn't. But since I was voluntarily awake, we went out to eat, and we walked there -- about a half-mile, in the Lincoln Park area. Endolyne Joe's (called such for the neighborhood, Endolyne -- End o' Line -- by the ferry dock) makes a good breakfast, and the menu is always changing. Mostly, I liked the walk. Give me an excuse not to drive and I'll take it happily. In certain circumstances, I love to drive. In others, like short errand-esque trips, I do not.

A moment of grace for me when I finished a project, and it came out lovely! Much nicer even, than the sum of its parts. I still have a full skein of that oatmeal-colored mohair, but at least that skein has its label, and I know that it *is* a full skein.

(And watched Hero. Meh. I know I say it all the time, but -- The Emperor & the Assassin. Hands down. I even think Crouching Tiger was better.)

Hands empty, I needed to pick up another pair of needles. There was still that eyelash-yarn scarf that I'd started for myself, and I put a few more rows on... after teaching L how to knit, yay! And then...

-Sunday-
Up too early, I decided to finish it. And...

thoroughly

screwed it up.

It's a mess now. I'm not sure that it's salvageable. I had to take out the last several rows, and I can't keep a complete row in loops to catch it. This thing is about a meter long, made of slippery, thin, multi-colored yarn with eyelash fringe, and it took me I-don't-even-want-to-calculate-how-many-hours to make. And it looks like my only choice is going to be to unravel it completely.

The rest of this morning, I have spent reading my f-list.

There's a line, from a movie that I have recently seen, that has been making me slightly crazy for days. I think I will post my musings on that a bit later.

And I hate that I'm only using my default icon lately.

Comments

[spazzychic.livejournal.com]

Yikes. I can't help you with the cooking -- I can't cook my way out of a paper bag. :/

[laurus-nobilis.livejournal.com]

Ouch. I feel your pain on the scarf thing. It's happened way too many times... *sigh*

[primal-shout.livejournal.com]

on cooking: look on the bright side, at least you don't screw up toast. i've killed two toasters to date, and i consistently put things in the oven, forget they're there and burn them into something unrecognisable.

walks are good though. i wish there was a good little restaurant within walking distance of my house.

[artyartie.livejournal.com]

I hear you on the cooking. Right now, I've got my first homemade tamales in the pot and they're verging on 2 hours steaming time, which is kinda long. We made the masa a little too thick, and put too many tamales in the pot, hence they're taking forever to cook. Grrrrrr.

Also with you on Hero. Walking out of the movie theatre, I felt a little unfufilled...

[butterflydrming.livejournal.com]

It was definitely over-hyped. And I can see why Tarantino loved it. If I'd come across it without knowing anything about it, I would have had a better appreciation for the use of color and the shifting story.

[buhrger]

a traditional Salvadorean thing called pupusas
sounds tasty!