Sounds about right.

My pirate name is:

Black Mary Flint

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!

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Good News!

I got bumped up to the 'big girl class' at bellydancing! So if you see me doing some sort of odd twitching while standing around, I probably was just too excited about practicing.

Torah Terror

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Must make Spanish particolored cotehardie. With many buttons. Must!

Must make Spanish particolored cotehardie. With many buttons. Must!

On my merry way to Coronation!

The following is far too disgustingly biological to be of general interest. Consider yourself forewarned.

The following is far too disgustingly biological to be of general interest. Consider yourself forewarned.

For those about to wake, I comiserate you,

I am, what is termed by some, a lazy person. By this, I mean that I insist on a good eight to nine hours of sleep a night. Sometimes more, but if ever less, I make up for it within a night or two. Sleep is important to me. So, when I drop off around midnight, quarter 'til, I expect to be out until at least six or seven.
This was not to be the case last night. Instead, I awoke at 3 AM, frustrated and worried and irritable. Sleep remained unforthcoming, so I gave up and got up around 3:30.
So forgive me if there's snappiness and queasiousity.

Frustration is the natural result of many commonly occurring stimuli.

Kashrut

So, I've decided. It's Elul, the month when one is supposed to concentrate on the year, the previous and the next. To think about being a better Jew.
I've kept away from pork and shellfish all this time. It isn't really that hard. Except at Chinese food. Ouch. I've been reasonably good at separating meat and milk. It's a bit tougher, but do-able. I even skip candies with gelatin in them.
But I think it's time for the next step - no non-kosher meat. Which, in Boise, Idaho, makes me more or less a vegetarian. The price of kosher meat is, well, high. Apart from Hebrew Nationals and Sinai Dogs, there's really not much kosher meat in the valley, far as I know.
So, yeah. Difficulty.

The need for cheese

I am a cheese snob. There's nothing inherently wrong with a slice of honest cheddar, I admit, but if it comes in a spray can, it's not cheese. If it's labeled 'American' and has the consistency of some sort of marital aid*, it's not cheese. Cheese can be smooth and creamy, hard and pungent, nutty and spreadable. I want, so badly, to go the Le Café de Paris, get a glass of red, a selection of cheeses (the Roquefort kicked my @$$ last time - I shall prevail), and curl up with my book. Cheese, wine, and a book. What's the matter with America today that I'm considering this to be 'special occasion' fare?

Morbier
Camembert
That other one
Roquefort
Chèvre

And a glass of the Macon Villages, if they've still got it. That's my dream for the afternnoon.


*favorite euphemism of the day.