I've never dreamt of cooking anything, much less cooked it from dream-memory - but Yuko has! When she dreamt of pumpkin and chicken curry, John and I demanded that she make it. It cooked in the crock pot all day, filling the house with dream-smells, and then when evening rolled around we had dream-supper. We ate it out of real bowls with real spoons. On a 1 to 10 Magic scale, it was about an 8.
Having been sick for roughly 2 weeks now, I was visiting with my mother for some much needed convalescence. Around 4 AM one night, we were roused by the smoke detector going off intermittently. It continued to do so, at random intervals, for the next 15 hours. Yuko and John stopped by to eat dinner with us the following night, and John was kind enough to take a look at the smoke detector (he is a pretty handy guy and could probably build a house using only three of the fingers on his right hand).
Oh man I think I am almost back to normal ... I haven't been this sick in a while. Yuko's been mega-sweet and totally patient while she takes care of me ... thanks babe!
Oh oh so we got one of those Iron Gym pull-up bars! The way they're set up, utilizing weight and counter-weight, it's pretty slick! Also, awesome to have around. I'll be working, and if I'm taking a break or I need to think a problem out, I can go do a couple of pull-ups in the meantime. It's also become an unspoken rule that if you walk by the pull-up bar, you've got to do at least try doing some pull-ups.
I, uh, wasn't quite sure how to feel about this when Yuko did it. I'm glad she can get some use out of my face, I guess.
I'm not sure how much the ladies can relate, but some of you dudes probably can ... shaving is a constant losing battle for me. It only takes me a day or so to grow stubble back in, which is why I appear in Johnny Wander as such.
My mother hates it! When she's visiting, she's usually happy with my appearance for about 1 hour every 3 days or so. I just gave up years ago.
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!