A note to the US team:
Guys, please pull your socks up and start playing like grownups. You made it to the Cup when a lot of talented teams didn’t. If you don’t start functioning a lot better than this, you’re never going to have a chance to beat England…
(And, on a happier note, a magic reminiscence from a tournament long ago:)
In 1954 when Ireland were playing Luxembourg, they had an inside left called F**kinger. To my eternal glee, he was the best player on the pitch. He was everywhere. (Radio Eireann sports commentator Philip Greene, who would therefore have had to say the player’s name about eight hundred times)
(snort) Wonder how the FCC would handle that kind of name if it came up in a match these days….
[tags]World Cup, FIFA, Team USA, soccer, football, Olé olé olé olé[/tags]
For those of you bloggers / LJ’ers who’re going to be at Anthrocon this weekend: we ought to get together! Leave a comment here, and if there are enough people interested, we’ll sort something out.
(Also, if you know someone who might be interested, please pass this info on to them. Thanks!)
[tags]Anthrocon, Pittsburgh, furry, convention, Diane Duane[/tags]
(It just keeps cycling, BTW: there’s no way to pause it.)
I seem to have been nominated for a Mythopoeic Fantasy Award again. Woo woo!
(I’m betting that either Valiant or the “Bartimaeus Trilogy” will win it, though.)
[tags]Mythopoeic Society, award, children’s book, books, children[/tags]
As the commercial over here would have it.
Absolutely not worksafe if your boss finds it odd that you should break down in front of the monitor weeping with laughter.
Adobe Photoshop CS Top Secret For Professionals.
[tags]Adobe, Photoshop, tutorial, oh well, eventually Corel will come out with the same thing only better[/tags]
Now playing: Verdi, Anna Russell/Anna Russell – Hamletto, Or Prosciuttino (sung in simultaneous Italian and English)
Previously on Metaquotes:
Commune with Cthulhu??? Why would you want to talk to the fictional creation of a 1920’s writer who had lots of personal problems? You might as well summon the Spirit of Garfield to infuse your Lasagne with magikal might.
…Huh? Oh, nothing, Great Old One, nothing at all. Have some tea…
[tags]Cthulhu, metaquotes, tea[/tags]
(When I did my internet order last night, I thought I ordered two rainbow trout from the folks at Tesco; however, they sent me two kilograms of them. Probably my mistake. So six of them go in the freezer, and the last one gets held out to go on the BBQ. Goodman and Pip get the head and the tail respectively, and go into cat ecstasies. They’d better get maximum mileage out of them, because they will not be getting any of the swordfish that’s going to be the second course.)
The trout first gets put down in a dish for a pre-marinate in lemon-scented olive oil. Fresh rosemary is is procured from the side garden, and a bunch of fresh oregano from the pot out front. An onion is sliced up very thin. The herbs and the onion are put down in some extra-virgin Greek olive oil to get friendly.
When the fire’s lit, a lemon will get sliced up very thin. Some more oregano, some of the onion, and a single bay leaf from the topiary bay out front will be tucked into the trout’s body cavity. A triple layer of foil will be prepared and well greased up with the lemon-infused olive oil. Then the trout will go on there and be tiled with lemon slices, a la fish scales, and packed around with the herbs. A grind of black pepper and a smashed-up pink peppercorn or so, a grind of chili flakes: that should do it. The whole business then gets enveloped-up in the foil and goes on top of the grill for probably about fifteen minutes per side. I’ll add a picture later.
Oooh yum.
Now playing: Frank Sinatra & Tony Bennett – New York, New York
[tags]summer, bank holiday, bank holiday weekend, Ireland, Wicklow, BBQ, barbecue, trout, fish[/tags]
It’s 23 Centigrade outside OOA HQ in beautiful County Wicklow. (That’s about 73 Fahrenheit for those of you who aren’t up to doing the conversion right this moment.) The sun is shining brilliantly. The hawthorn is in bloom. The cats are lying around on the gravel complaining (both verbally and nonverbally) about the heat. The lawn guy’s just been, and the air smells of new-mown grass and honeysuckle. The poppies are going insane in a papaverish sort of way. The fountain in the fishpond is going tinkletinkletinkle. It is that most astonishing of times on this planet, an Irish Bank Holiday weekend when there is no rain.
Only one thing to do now.
BBQ!!
(recipes follow shortly)
Now playing: – Tenchi Muyo! – Your Carrot Cake (Karaoke)
[tags]barbecue, BBQ, bank holiday, bank holiday weekend, summer, Ireland, Wicklow, fish, hot dogs, hamburgers, too much cold white wine, yes the diet starts on Monday but right this moment I could care less[/tags]
If I started detailing the number of hardware, software and lifeware glitches I’ve suffered through in the last two weeks, I’d be here all day…and I have a lot of things to catch up on right now: so never mind. …Anyway, just a note to those of you who’re The Big Meow subscribers and may not have seen a mail from me yet: Chapter Four is finally in place (and incidentally about twice the length of previous chapters).
Please use your Chapter Three login info: the chapter 3 gateway page has the links to Chapter Four. If you’ve misplaced your login info (I’ve had mails from a few of you about this), just mail me with the word ACCESS in the subject line and I’ll remail you what you need.
The disruptions of the last couple weeks have meant that the turn-in dates for the next few chapters are going to have to be revamped with an eye to making up the lost time. Please keep an eye on the Big Meow weblog for details of the dates.
Thanks!
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