Yuko was growing Poblano peppers for a while (as evidenced here), and she decided she wanted to dry some of them out. She and John tried to speed up the process by putting them in the toaster oven - baaad news. We coughed uncontrollably for a few hours, try as we might to air out the apartment. It was pretty funny.
It was a banner weekend for us ... Yuko's laptop died (it was the motherboard), both of her wipers stripped during a storm, and I got a flat! Still, Yuko made a comic happen, through hardwork and tenacity. Hooray for Yuko! I like what she did in the background of the first two panels - it is a neat effect.
Anyway, I think that's all for us! We are tired, and now we go to rest.
(Oh, and thank you to Mohammad for helping us out on such short notice!)
... this joke takes a little bit of explanation unless you have a rudimentary understanding of Japanese. Basically, sukiyaki is a dish and daisuki means "to like a lot". So, if you really like sukiyaki and (terrible) puns, you can say "daisuki-yaki" and ...
*stares in Yuko's direction* Well, I know someone who feel compelled to say it every time we have sukiyaki at her parents' house.
I experienced a Rochester winter twice, which is misleading to say because Rochester winters never end. DC winters are considerably warmer and more pleasant, and there's less of a chance that some snowplow will pile snow in front of your driveway.
Rochester also laughs in the face of inclement weather - they don't shut down for anything. Alternately, DC freaks out if there's an inch of snow (I am okay with this, because you get a free day off).
There was an infestation of bugs towards the end of the lifespan of these plants so they got moved outside to the balcony. Now they're all dormant or dead, except for Wolf. ;_;
I named the spider plant Wolf as in Lone Wolf, because he actually hung across the room from the others, all by his lonesome. It was his solitude that ultimately quarantined him from the bug plague.
Blue, the strawberry plant, grew one large strawberry, which we were going to cut into four pieces so we could all savor it ... but then a squirrel ate it. D: What a jerk!
... than the texture of a new buzz cut. John is the only person I know who gets his hair cut that short, so he's the only one I harass about these things.
OH, while I'm here, two things. First, there is only one day left until the score on my Threadless design finishes. So give it a score if you feel inclined to.
Before I make an utter ass of myself, is this a thing? Like, a Mardi Gras thing? Making yellow and purple doughnut cakes filled with strings of beads and plastic babies? I do not know much about mardi gras, so maybe I am ill informed. It is also possible that the grocery store was given an order for a dozen cakes for mardi gras-themed baby showers. Or baby shower-themed mardi gras parties? I don't pretend to know about these things.
I'm sorry Yuko! I was distracted!
Anyway, yeah, Yuko did get me some wool socks for Christmas, but this particular pair of poinsettia socks is the warmest, softest pair of socks in the apartment. They are socks fit for a king, but really a girl-king because they are kind of girly. You see what I'm doing here? I'm breaking down gender-barriers. Also getting emasculated for your amusement.
Awh c'mon Ananth. You have one job around here, and that's to make the news post.
And I guess write the comic or whatever.
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I finally jumped on the terrifying burning bandwagon and got a twitter account. We're all on twitter now, and despite all living together, will probably use them to banter with each other in the next room. PREPARE YOURSELVES.