Some recipes and rambling

Okay! New year! Stuff is being made and woo we’re back on no grains, no sugar. Neither Chase nor I are gluten-intolerant or anything, but we’ve found over the years that a modified, 80/20, non-douchey version (also known as realistic, lower-budget, not buying into a craze and “how do you expect me to live without beans, diary, coffee and tortillas?”) of the “paleo” diet works well for us. On Chase’s part, his racial background means not the best ability at processing grains and complex carbohydrates. For me, having a high…

Hey, 2012 happened, what?!

I tend to feel like I don’t make enough or do enough creative work. Compared to the output I used to do, I don’t. I try to remind myself that it’s okay! I work a fulfilling, creative job and sleep more and am pretty much happy. But it bums me out, especially since so many folks I know are constantly pumping out notable, awesome work. So when I sat down with my Flickr archive for this year (because Flickr has been my memory bank for years now), I didn’t expect…

Also, Chase was a kitty for Halloween

Oop, it’s been a bit. Without the monthly focuses to keep me shame-tied to blogging, I’ve forgotten the habit. Though, to be fair, I’d been out of the proper habit for a while (which is true of most folks, it seems). What have I been doing. Hmm. A big chunk of October was spent making San’s mask and cape (from Princess Mononoke) for a friend. I am a huge costume nerd and since they never drew San’s cape as actually attached in any way, that’s how I made it. It…

Chaos

And with that, we went and bought something fancier than we imagined we could.  And got a hell of a deal. It’s the 2013 Veloster. VELOSTER. From the first time I saw a picture of its stupid face I was taken. Then Chase showed me this banned Dutch commercial: Yep, it’s got three doors. To fuck with Death. Somehow, we thought the price we were looking at was for the base model. But it turned out that the car we were looking at online actually had a fancy package that…

Your society, my society, car society

Our beloved car, Patrick (named after the best mixture of feminine and masculine ever) is getting old and sick and our crazy long-term life plans, along with Chase’s hardcore commute, mean that we need a vehicle with good gas mileage. Something new(er) than our gorgeous 1991 Mercedes Benz. There is something particularly wonderful about driving the last generation’s luxury cars. Patrick has a leather interior, wood panelling, seats that work for both Chase and I (two very different sized people)—he reminds you, even with his heavy wear and age, that…