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At War With the World.

There are some days when I just can't prevent myself from being cut bloody by aluminum foil. ;_;


Yesterday morning I cut myself in the left middle finger without even noticing it. Then I slashed my palm last night when I was wrapping up round three of the Amish Friendship Bread. Would somebody please take some of our starter? The bread still tastes great after all this time. Since I'm apparently going to be baking two loaves every ten days for the rest of my life, I thought I might like to try some variations next time. I heard somebody added mashed banana to the batter and swapped the vanilla pudding mix for chocolate...intriguing. No one in my family likes chocolate much but you can't go wrong with chocolate banana.


Speaking of chocolate, I tried Ben and Jerry's Cake Batter Ice Cream this weekend. I wonder how long it's been on the market? I have yet to find a good recipe for homemade yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting. The ice cream seemed to take an edge off my craving. It's a fascinating flavor. XD


At war with the world...I just finished a book I started off liking and ended up hating. I'm by nature a critic but I'm always a little disappointed in myself when this happens. The book was Lian Hearn's Across the Nightingale Floor. The writing was fairly engaging but the relationship between the hero and the heroine and the treatment of the side characters was like something out of Fushigi Yuugi. I won't delve too far into it because I don't feel like setting up a cut. I just hate it when authors create these fetish characters--like the heroine whose sole distinguishing characteristic is that she's the most beautiful woman in fakey Japan, absolutely exquisite, beautiful and fragile, beautiful and deadly (because two men died in association with her, one killed by another as he tried to rape her and another in a completely unrelated situation). She's 15 years old and she can't help that men desire her! All the girl does is cry and bemoan the fact that she can't have this other 15 year old she saw riding a horse once and fell in love with at first sight. I know it's supposed to be a fantasy but really...a little realism, please...


In an attempt to separate the wheat from the chaff in my game collection, I broke the shrink wrap on my copy of Odin Sphere. Ha ha ha that game is hilariously difficult. I just spent an hour trying to figure out the perfect pattern to beat some berserker and finally resorted to charging at him and whaling on him with no regard for my plummeting hit points. I finished the stage with an S rank. O_O