There is Christmas shopping to be done, but I didn’t want to go out on Saturday. Strange, me not wanting to go out. I embraced this feeling and spent time reading books and poems, sometimes aloud. Sarge went out and came home with a haircut and a bottle of Kahlúa. And ingredients for a Backseat Baking Adventure: Cider Doughnuts. This is our own spin on the recipe, which I found via the lovely Emily Drinking Tea . For our own…
This is what it sounds like to me: 1. The laughter of people I love, especially when I make it happen. 2. Popcorn popping. 3. The noises the coffee machine makes while doing its thing. I happen to think it sounds exactly like a zombie dying. Not that I’d know exactly what that sounds like. 4. My new favourite song. Or old favourite songs. But my new favourite song is pretty cool. It’s this one. 5. Instances of friendly sarcasm,…
I hit Publish on Tuesday’s post, and then had coffee and noodles, while sitting at my desk and dealing with more official stuff. I was addressing envelopes and slurping my lunch when I looked up and noticed my post had been Freshly Pressed. One particular noodle might have been so shocked that it jumped ship off the fork and landed in my coffee. Just maybe. I won’t go all Sally Field on you, but I will say that I genuinely…
On Friday, I listened to this and this, which made me want to start watching his actual stuff. Sarge has both of Werner Herzog’s box sets, and he’s wanted me to get into his films for ages. It can be said that every night is film night in this house. Films and booze. Friday film nights are special because they include not having to get up the next morning, and therefore, more booze. We sat down with My Best Fiend. …
