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Setting: The bodega grocery shop near my flat, 9am.

Sam: B! What are you doing here? I didn't think you ever even saw the sun on the weekends.
B: Oh, I need an onion. You?
Sam: Strangely enough, me too. I'm making chicken stock.
B: Strangely enough, ME TOO.
Sam: You guys roast a chicken?
B: Uh. We kinda. Cooked a turkey.
Sam: You and M live in a studio flat. I've seen your kitchen. How did you --
B: VERY IMAGINATIVELY. We got this turkey for really really cheap, so we roasted it, and now I'm making stock.
Sam: That's a lot of food.
B: It's more the time involved. You buy a turkey, you kinda commit to like a day and a half of never leaving the apartment.
Sam: Except to buy onions.
B: Exactly!
M: Sam, what are you doing here?
Sam: Making stock! How's the turkey?
M: We're never going to eat anything else ever.

Though I suspect that is a lie, because their dad is coming for the weekend and I'm willing to bank on a LOT of turkey-salad-sandwiches being eaten. M and B are enlightened witchy feminists, but they were raised Mormon and I've never seen them as INSANE as they are when The Menfolk are coming over. Their brothers visited last year and sent them into fits of cleaning and food preparation. It was kind of hilarious. Judgemental Dad is going to make them absolutely nuts, I kinda can't wait. Though I won't be around for much of it, because Mum is coming in the same day their dad is.

My flat smells of delicious protein and herbs. I made stuffing with baked apple slices onna top. So much Nom.

Next up: Lemon curd, followed by tea bread!

Not Quite Review: The Nonexistent Knight And The Cloven Viscount, by Italo Calvino

I sat down this afternoon to write a review of Calvino's "The Nonexistent Knight and the Cloven Viscount" but in all I'm not certain I really want to review them, because that might require more brainpower than I have. :D

(I also read Herman Hesse's "Siddhartha", but in the end didn't think much of it.)

I love Italo Calvino, but I'm doubtful I'll actually keep this book -- it was an interesting one-off read but not quite compelling enough for me to want a re-read. It's not actually about a knight and a viscount; it's two stories: "The Nonexistent Knight" concerning an ambulatory suit of armor, and "The Cloven Viscount" concerning a nobleman who was cut in half during a war but survived. And uh. That's really about it, to be honest. They just didn't fire my imagination the way Invisible Cities and If On A Winter's Night A Traveller did. Part of this may be because The Nonexistent Knight, at least, is a parody of medieval romantic tales which I don't find very fascinating to start with (I prefer the prechristian original versions).

Never fear, however; I just checked Cosmicomics out of the library and I'm told it's really excellent, so we shall see.

ANYWAY, since I'm not doing a real review, all that I am doing is typing up some quotes I rather liked. :D

( Quotes! )

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I just wrote a page-long polemic on why Heroes S3 and the lack of guts in television production in general can bite me, which made me forget I had bread rising on the kitchen counter.

If my bread is dense and soggy, I AM GOING TO BLAME HEROES.

I don't know if I'll post it yet. I suspect it of being clever and possibly even legitimate criticism, and that means one thing: Wankbait.

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Okay, saddle up kids, it's Sam's Eighteen Things About Heroes, season three. The polemic is not included; I'll post it tomorrow if it still reads as sane after a solid night's sleep.

( Eighteen Things About Heroes )

So. I am going to say no to more Heroes. I'm behind on my other shows and even House, which is always walking the tightrope of sharkjumpage, is at least more intelligent than this. Also, Heroes ruined my tea bread. So I say, no.

I will miss the interminable Previously Ons and the Mohinderlogues least of all.

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Someone on delicious.com recently called one of my fics "Charming and fun, yet still verging on pointless" (not inaccurate; it was the Canadian Ronon story).

I am totally in love with this phrase, and feel that it should go on my business cards, were I ever to have business cards again.