Week of December 12-18

[mrissa]

That would be a big fat nothing, folks. No acceptances. No rejections. No "please wait a bit longer while we consider it more." No love, no hate, not even any expressions of indifference. Just nothing.

I don't expect next week to be much better.

Stupid December.

I am absolutely thrilled with the orbicular (?) jasper necklace I got from porphyrin for Christmas this year. It may sneak into the edits of Thermionic Night if I don't watch it very carefully. I think it's watching me very carefully back. It might secretly be oracular jasper (but not in the book). It looks given to cryptic pronouncements, does this rock.

I am now contemplating how to rearrange my Christmas packing list to include sweaters or shirts that will show off this necklace.

How Do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight was also a major Christmas hit, as presents go: a good kickoff to the Christmas presents, despite the fact that we didn't have Mike's present or half of Roo's, nor could I find his gonkey. (EEP! Must find gonkey!)

And, having postponed the kolackys and the lemon shortbread sandwiches, I am done with the Christmas baking: the meringues are arrayed in glory on the counter, in both raspberry and pistachio form. Hooray for the meringues.

On an unrelated note, as a public service announcement, here is a list of the situations in which it is acceptable to come into someone's home as a guest and sneer at it, their friends, and their lives in general:

.......

Also, here is a list of situations in which it is acceptable for untrained personnel to offer psychological explanations for diagnosed physical health problems in people in whose company they have spent less than an hour:

.......

Just so we're all clear on that.

Comments

[miz-hatbox.livejournal.com]

My daughter loves "How Do Dinosaurs Say Good Night." Excellent choice.

Mmmmm, meringues.

[roadnotes.livejournal.com]

I like your public service announcements. It's been a while since I had to use them -- which may be because I've become much crankier about who gets let in and who gets to finish those sentences around me.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

On my own behalf I am pretty cranky, but sometimes I feel I'd be putting a loved one in a difficult spot if I open my mouth, so I don't. Even if they've already put me in a difficult spot.

[minnehaha.livejournal.com]

Politeness isn't always easy.

B

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

And we almost never get credit for not saying the rude things we manage not to say. Sigh.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Which list is too long? Because I do have more than one candidate up for nomination in the excessively long list awards.

The dough has butter and cream cheese and stuffs in it. I'm not sure how you mean what kind of dough. The kolacky kind? When I make them in late Dec. or Jan., I will use cherry and blackberry filling, because we've already got plenty of apricot items (although the dipped apricots are entirely gone) and I don't know how to do the poppy stuff right. (We have a poppy potica in the fridge, but I didn't make that.)

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

I wonder how your kolackys are related to what are in Houston called kolaches. Those come in two types. There are the various fruit-filled ones, which are essentially the same as Danish for practical purposes and then there are the meat-filled ones, which are pastry around little sausages, possibly with gooey cheese and jalapenos in there. I think they're German in origin - lots of German influence in TX - though I suspect the jalapenos are a local adaptation.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

There appears to be a continuum of these pastries, yes, though they aren't quite like Danishes.