You know what I hate?

I hate when you’re not hungry, but you know you aren’t going to have a chance to eat again for a long time, so you force food into yourself, and you’re thinking, “Aprille (or some other name if your name isn’t Aprille), food is good.  You love food.  You should enjoy food while you eat it.”  And yet, it is an unpleasant experience.

This is what I’m doing.  Poor chicken that is going unloved.

I’m a year-and-a-half late on this, but Kool-Aid pickles?

Okay, why not?

Want to see some pictures of fetal animals?  They’re not gross formaldehyde fetal pigs or anything.  I have no idea how these pictures were taken, but I’m going to assume it was through some kind of awesome ultrasound technology because other potential methods are sad.

They’re really cute.

I’m working on a film, doing costume wrangling.  It’s called The Offering, and if you want to join a Facebook group on the topic, go for it.  It’s kind of stressful because it’s really different from costuming live theater, but I’m learning as I go.  It’s hard being away from Miles, but he and Denny have been having fun together, and they came to visit me on set today.

The best part is that there’s a massage therapist hanging around all the time.  Yesterday I was bent over a sewing machine for kind of a long time, and I got a great massage that counteracted it.

Shouldn’t all workplaces have massage available all the time?  What that we all worked at Google.

Here’s a cool effect for your landscapey-type photos.  It makes them look like miniatures.

This is from Saint Josef in Montréal, which is quite large.

You can do it, too.

Thanks, Mark.

Denny got me a coffee grinder and some nice beans for Christmas.  I used to always grind my own beans, but then my old grinder broke, and what with the kid and everything it just got easier to grind them at the store and plop the grounds into the coffee maker in the morning.

I figured that Miles is old enough now that he can handle the 30 second delay in his morning routine for me to grind some coffee, so I decided to do that this morning.  Also, my pre-ground coffee was all gone.

I probably should have anticipated it, given his response to the horns at the basketball game last weekend, but he hates the sound of the coffee grinder.  We’re talking screaming, crying, face bright red, sheer terror.  I aborted the mission halfway throw and now have a grinder full of half-ground beans.  And I like a fine grind.

I searched the cabinets and found a little packet of Southern Comfort flavored grounds.  I brewed a pot.  It is not so good.  Coffee with actual Southern Comfort in it might be good, but it is Monday morning, not the best time for spiked coffee.  Artificially flavored Southern Comfort extract is not fantastic.

And yet, I’m drinking it.  As I mentioned, it’s Monday morning, and Miles had a very rough night.  What am I going to do, not have coffee?  I am certainly in no state to operate a motor vehicle to go get more coffee.

I think when Denny gets home I’ll have him insulate Miles in some other room and I’ll grind a few days’ worth.

Yesterday I learned that someone with whom Denny and I have both worked, a professor in the German department who was an active technology user and proponent, died earlier this week.

My thoughts are with his loved ones, especially Betsy and Sue.

Jim Pusack, 1945-2008
QEPD