Not entirely sure what the point of the latest Tumblr app update is, aside from making post types harder to select on tiny screens, but whatever. Read two and a half books today and got a ton of cleaning done, so I’ve earned a good night’s rest. Which I won’t get as I set my alarm and that means waking up every hour to make sure I don’t oversleep. Because my brain is a total shit. Eh. Still, productivity! Good night, Tumblr. Try not to implode over the buyout while I doze.
The Fallen Warrior
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For any of my followers who care it is official. Yahoo has bought tumblr and they have created a blog asking for input from tumblr users.
this s actually a really good blog, and it seem like Yahoo might actually fix a couple things up (check out that-empty-chair’s question)
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I refuse to be emotionally compromised by another fandom
nO STOP
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Let’s take a moment to reflect on the moments that made your life worth living.
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ABOYNE (vb.)To beat an expert at a game of skill by playing so appallingly that none of his clever tactics or strategies are of any use to him.
— Douglas Adams and John Lloyd, The Meaning of Liff
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Hannibal feeds Jack
a meal of thighs for two.
Others wait in rooms beyond.
Boned. Wrapped tight. Frozen.
Meals for another day.
Reading the production draft of Amuse-Bouche, Episode 2 of Hannibal, I get drawn into the action – the fear, the shock, the sudden plot turns. I forget I’m the food stylist – I’m supposed to be looking for the food scenes. I break into a nervous sweat when I read the part where the mushroom men are discovered.
I don’t mind occasionally examining a piece of toast to see if I can see the face of Mary, but after reading this script, I am afraid to look in my fridge in case I see a nose in the box of Shemeiji mushrooms I’ve been harbouring.
But I must look, because I need to check out the pork loin I’m using to simulate a Roast of Girl. I am designing the menu for Hannibal’s dinner with Jack – a roast loin of pork, he lies. I am learning that Hannibal lies about everything – except perhaps when he invites Jack to bring his wife over, saying, “ I‘d love to have you both for dinner.”I call my nephew who is a sports medicine intern. “Hey Jay, are there any muscles on a woman that are big enough to make into a roast?” Thighs, he thinks. OK. I email my niece who is a physiotherapist. “How big is the thigh bone?” About 1 ½ inches diameter by 18 inches long, Chantelle says. Check. Of course, I cross-reference with Dr. Google.
To simulate a woman’s thigh, my pork roast will be about 3 inches in diameter by 10 inches long. Made from 3 different thigh muscles, it will be stuffed and bound.
Jose Andres has gone over my sketches and menu and made some mouth-watering suggestions (crystallized apple garnish, Cumberland sauce) and sends me an inspiring photo of his glorious bone-in rib roast.
I decide to stuff the roast with a spinach/mushroom crumb to honor the mushroom men who are growing in the backs of fridges everywhere. Then I’ll completely wrap the roast with slices of proscuitto – to make it look like it has a thin skin.
Maybe a pear compote to dress the table, some scorched red tomatoes clinging to their burnt stems. And some frenched green beans.
Remember Me.
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‘There isn’t a way things should be. There’s just what happens, and what we do.’ — Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full Of Sky
Have a bit more patience with newbies. Of course some of them act dumb — they’re often students, for heaven’s sake. — Terry Pratchett