primsong: (bald planet)
Back in the day, I was greatly entertained by two 70s tv shows that were unhappily doomed to one season runs by the Powers That Be - alas, where is the justice in the world:
* When Things Were Rotten (Mel Brooks made a tv show spoofing Robin Hood... cheesy, stupid and full of innuendo but I loved it. The one good thing from its cancellation is it made him go on to make it into a movie thus gifting the world with Robin Hood: Men in Tights)
and
* Quark (Buck Henry of 'Get Smart' fame made a space spoof at the same time as Star Wars coming out, in which a space garbage collector and his crew cheesily reference all sorts of sci-fi shows while inadvertently saving the universe)

I wouldn't bother purchasing When Things Were Rotten, but I had fond memories of Quark, which only had a sad 8-episode run. Went looking for it and found it on dvd but for a very high price, so I went to Fanfic.net to see what others had done with it.

INTERNETZ WRITERS you have let me down! What? Not even ONE fic for Quark? Not even ONE? 0_o
Even with characters like Ficus, who was essentially Spock if he were a plant? And the Bettys? And Andy the cowardly robot? (Bettys in unison: "We would follow you to the end of the universe." Andy: "I would follow you to the door.")



Dear me, a cheesy gem has been overlooked - not often I find such a thing.
primsong: (four mirror)
Gosh it's hard to launch kids these days.

I have two grown daughters now, and they both have very good roomies-to-be they've found, everyone now has at least part-time work - BUT now neither set have been able to find even one blinkin' apartment anywhere in this area that they can afford, even splitting the rents and utilities. This is insane.

And all the housing is full anyway, with wait lists. What the heck?

Guess they're all stuck living with us for a while longer...may we all have patience.

:-p
primsong: (nom)
So... I was at Bible Study last evening. The windows in the room look out at the bend in the building where the two wings come together. I watched a crow fly up onto the roof there with what appeared to be half a burrito, a great find for a crow. It spent some time happily pulling bits off to eat, then stopped and looked around, considering what was left. As I watched, it carefully hefted it up, carried it to the edge of the roof and stuck it into the gutter, cawed a few times and flew off.

Apparently a roof gutter makes a great safe for a crow's treasure, as he came back shortly and reached in for a couple more bites, then flew off again. Didn't see it come back while we were there and then it got dark. Now I need to send a note to our handyman to let him know, lest the mystery of the mummified gutter burrito be too baffling to him in the fall.
primsong: (medieval crowd)
Community theater is doing Spamalot - surprisingly excellent performance considering the smallness of the theater they had to work with, we were in the front row and had the dancers practically in our laps for much of it. Monty Python is timeless.

Also started booping about with watercolors, something I've meant to do for years, got myself going by taking a brief set of "classes" - it gets quotes because the teacher didn't really teach anything, she just gave us a picture idea and then at the end of the class had everyone compare what they'd come up with... mine were awful, but are slowly improving thanks more to youtube than the teacher. At least they don't look like a grade-schooler did them anymore. May go pick up a used watercolor projects book to work through next, the "class" wasn't worth signing up for again.
primsong: (dori)
Went out to my little greenhouse to fetch a pot, opened the door only to find a frantic Mama robin bouncing around inside. Looked to the side where one glass panel is missing and the grapes outside are trying to migrate into the interior and sure enough - nestled into the grape vines is a robin's nest with three wee robins looking back at me, holding completely still - one was even caught with his mouth still open.

"Don't worry, Mama, I won't hurt your babies. They're beautiful," I murmured and backed out.

I knew there were some robins nesting somewhere around here because they're in the birdbath all the time. Now I know where!


Robin
primsong: (panda bounce)
Well, I got the ball rolling for our fundraising Tea in September with a nice menu at an $18 price, online ticket sales are set up and I put out a call for volunteers. What did I get? Lots of people who wanted to help? Nope - I got feedback that they wanted a reduced rate for families with children so it wouldn't be too expensive to bring their young daughters.
0_o

I just looked at them and kind of went dot....dot....dot.... "Um, you do realize this is a *fundraiser*? And this is a formal tea? For grown-ups?"

"Well, yes, I suppose, but, well, it just gets too expensive, you see, so we need a group discount or something."

I could see this was a battle I wasn't going to win - these ladies WOULD find *some* way to wheedle a lower price and they WOULD show up with all their little kids, I just knew it - there they'd be by some unhappy granny, around hot tea and breakable china and "weird" foods kids won't eat.

SO - ! I added a kid's tea, I'm calling it a "Family Tea" on the preceding Saturday with a much simplified menu, prefab desserts, herbal tea and lemonade for $10 each. I landed an energetic mom who runs a girl scout troop to do the promo for it and am now picking up melamine unbreakable tea cups from the thrift store. Whew. :-p

Still doing the nice one too, they'll be one week apart - got my work cut out for me! At least the people who come to the "real" tea won't be dealing with a toddler having a meltdown over the 'yucky' lemon curd or something.
primsong: (lunch)
We need some updates to the hall at our church, the window coverings absolutely scream 1980s with their dusty rose and country blue, so I proposed we have a tea to raise some money for new curtains. It got approved and the date is now set for September 26 - all of the sudden my little daydream about serving a pretty tea is a reality and I've got to get my act together and figure this out so I can assemble and direct a team to do this.

I eyeballed the room and calculated we can seat 30 people in the nice dining area without it being too crowded for comfort, so if we do 2 seatings that'll let me sell up to 60 tickets. At $18 each, minus the cost of the food and tea we should still be pretty good. Time for a learning curve - so many recipes to look at, I'll need to narrow it. Sweets are easy, sandwich fillings are traditional, but does anyone have a favorite savory they've encountered?
primsong: Danny Kaye and Basil Rathbone (jester get it)
For those who wondered how I could possibly want to kill something as pretty as bluebells.....This is how they show up in my yard -

Bluebell Invasion

Thick as grass - they choke all the other plants in a tide of Pretty, like some kind of crazy Fluffy Unicorn Invasion -

Even MOAR bluebells

Though at least they aren't spiny, stinky or sticky, I'll grant them that. I can go mow them down and their only way of exacting revenge on me is simply to keep coming back. Forever.

Blooobells

May. 28th, 2015 10:28 am
primsong: (grog)
I am, once again, having to grub out a jillion gazillion zagillion bluebells from my yard. I spread out mounds of them to dry into bluebell-hay in the sun so they'll shrink enough for my yard-debris can, if they're composted they tenaciously still sprout bluebells.

The only way to get rid of them is to dig them up - an impossibility as I'd have to remove the top foot of dirt on my entire yard. They're pretty, but I swear my next house, whenever that happens, will be a Bluebell-Free Zone.

*goes back to grubbing*
primsong: (classic who)
We had a "belly blast" party last night, which meant a lot of bellydancers got together for a fun time watching each others recordings of dances we'd done. The hostesses hubby was hiding upstairs away from all the female frippery... but THEN.

One of the recorded dances was one of our ladies in a TARDIS coat and swirling solar-system patterned pants, a certain scarf about her neck as well as a bow tie and (later, pulled from a hiding spot in her bosom) 3-D glasses. The Theme played loudly as she came on stage and the hubby suddenly, eagerly materialized in the middle of the party rubbernecking to see what was on the screen. Hahahaha!

The show's theme music could be used like some weird geeky mating call, bringing them out of hiding. ^_^
primsong: (columbine)
It never ceases to amaze me how many volunteer baby trees I have popping up in my yard every year - I swear I just went around and "chopped down" (with clippers) enough fir, hemlock, ash, laurel, oak, madrone, maple, cherry and apple trees to fill out a small farm. At least the peanuts the squirrels plant don't sprout. Oy.

One volunteer I did allow to live 10+ years ago is now a huge, graceful cotoneaster, I spent the rest of the morning trimming it up so we can go beneath it like a tree fort thing. No one ever outgrows forts. I'm planning on making one out of the grapevines as they grow so the two little kids next door will have a grape cave to play in this summer.
primsong: (fireplace)
We've been spending some time with community theater lately, as my daughter went back to her former high school to be the director for their play this year (a Sherlock Holmes mystery/comedy that went very well, we were sold out for 2 of the 3 performances) - now she's decided to do another play over the summer with cherry-picked students. I'm just on the side-lines, as help for costumes and props - which in this case means I apparently need to figure out how to produce 16-20 fire-pokers.

Real ones would be heavy, dangerous and expensive - so I'm thinking wood dowels with fleur-de-lis style curtain finials on the ends painted black might work.... not sure about the handles. Maybe the local wood working shop will have some turnings that would be the right look. Hmm...
primsong: (one hoo hoo)
My son just walked through the kitchen proclaiming in his best announcer voice:
"To err is human. We are all breathing our own kind now. That is all. Thank you."

0_o
primsong: (panda bounce)
So - My daughter was at a grocery store recently - a very small boy came along pushing one of those tiny 'shopper in training' type mini-shopping carts they have for kids to "help" with.  He toddled his cart right over to the display of toilet paper and with effort, hefted a huge package of TP onto it. 
Child: *in small, lower-case child's voice*: "We can't forget this, 'cause it's about all I do!"
Mom (nodding): "Yep. Yep, that's right."

Heh.
primsong: (beach)
Our Japanese exchange gal came back once this week and will be with us again this weekend just because she likes my family, which is a nice compliment. We're taking her to Cannon Beach tomorrow including possibly the classic clam-chowder thing with a stop at Camp 18, an old logging camp turned restaurant with plenty of monstrously HUGE logs making the main building and such. Packing along our leftover sparklers from 4th of July to play with on the beach... her group had a "Thanksgiving Dinner" this week as apparently turkey and cranberries are hard to come by in Japan, feels like all we're missing is baseball (they had apple pie). Campbells Condensed Americana, served in a sourdough bowl.
primsong: (pi)
Messing around in the kitchen my daughter and I added the following to our mugs of coffee:
a pinch of ground cardamom
a bit of rosewater
a sprinkle of cinnamon
cream (in our case, soy creamer)

Oh. My. Gracious. This makes my eyes roll around in a good way, and little happy noises keep involuntarily following sips.  Add a northwestern foggy morning outside, a cheery candle burning in the kitchen window and a cat who wants pettings - This is the Life.
primsong: (cookies)
Came out of my local grocery store to find one of the families from our church selling Girl Scout cookies with their daughters, who ran over to give me a hug.  My thought wasn't "Yay, friends!" but rather "Oh blast, now I'm obligated to buy a box of overpriced cookies."

Got the peanut-butter ones, a paltry number in the box for my 4 bucks but oh well... the girls were happy and now we have Unexpected Cookies to go with lunch today.

We have a Japanese exchange student with us for a couple days, so I guess peanut butter is a pretty American flavor to have in the house... she liked the pancakes we made for breakfast for the same reason (let's see... what would be expected at an American house in the morning?) - so far so good. Hope everyone is having a good weekend!
primsong: (brig snerk)
Overheard snippet of conversation:

"I'd like to see those Sherlock things someday."
"What Sherlock thing? What about Sherlock?"
"Those Sherlock things, the ones with Bipnbop Crinkledink."
"Oh those! Yeah, they're really good!"

I love that there wasn't even a pause, it's so completely understandable in today's world.

Old Trek

Feb. 27th, 2015 10:43 am
primsong: (old school)
Aw - rest in peace, Leonard Nimoy.... what a great contribution he brought to the crazy-mazy world of early sci-fi for television.  Old Trek just wouldn't have been the same without his inclusion in that Great Triumvirate of Cheese, Kirk/Spock/Bones.  A salute to the talented Mr. Nimoy is in order as he and Dee settle in to wait for Shatner.

I was only a low-level Trekkie but I have a friend who really went in for it (classic only, thank-kew) - I'll have to check in with her and see how she's doing, she'll be wanting someone who will listen to her talking about him and his character for a while I expect.
primsong: (snoopy wag)
SO - last year my daughter's best friend, Sarah, went to Korea to teach English there.  She contacted us at the end of last month to ask about whether we might be willing to put up a Korean girl who would be visiting the States and was in need of a safe place to stay.  We agreed to it for a small fee to cover her meals and spent the last couple of days cleaning out our guest room so a stranger could come and live with us for a month, trusting Sarah's judgment that she would be okay as a houseguest.  We set it up with a tea basket and hot-pot in the room and even put a chocolate on the pillow, kind of getting into the "I guess we're a temporary bed-and-breakfast" thing. We were told she 'speaks English pretty well' and had her own transport, and that she'd heard about my daughters and was looking forward to meeting them.

The day passed and we were growing concerned that we didn't have contact info for the girl, who was supposed to have arrived in the country.  We put a sign out at the end of our driveway with her name on it, lacking any other way to contact.  We couldn't reach Sarah, but she'd said she was going to be away from the city where there was spotty wi-fi at best... As it grew dark we fretted that there was some lost sojourner out there somewhere, as our house is difficult to see from the road.

Then a car pulled up! Hoorah!  At last! Then Sarah got out! Wait........what?????  SARAH, what the HECK are you doing here in the US instead of Korea???? And where is the mystery guest???? 

Turns out the Korean girl she'd told us about did not exist except in the form of Sarah herself, who 'speaks English pretty well'.  The name she'd made up simply meant 'my darling' in Korean.  My daughter is over the moon - her best friend is miraculously here in our house and will be with us for a month.  Well done, Sarah, well done.

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