The one about the condom

Eep!

Even though I'm not working, I hate Mondays. I think it stems from being a kid and knowing that, on Sunday night, that you're weekend is officially over and you have to go and do something productive. Blegh.

I've been on a huge manga kick and I promise that I will not bore you with that, however, I will tell you one of the things that kept me awake last night.

Does anyone remember the Friends episode in which Rachel and Monica fought over the last condom? It's the one where Ross and Rachel are fighting because she was talking about the animalistic sex that she and Paolo used to have + the episode in which Richard tells Monica he loves her?

Well if you don't, it's beside the point. The point is, we have two women in their late twenties who live in NYC (Greenwich Village) and are fighting over the last condom, each trying to bargain and plead.

This is my problem.

1. You live in the city, there is always a store open that sells condoms. If you don't want to go to your local deli or bodega, you can go to one of the sex shops or even the DVD place (we all know to which I am referring)

2. Are you not on birth control? Can one of you forsake the condom and just go at it raw?

3. Why isn't Richard or Ross carrying any condoms?

4. Why the hell is Ross ready to have the nastiest sex of his life with Rachel, knowing that his little sister is in the room next door??

Oh...things in which I ponder.

And on that note, happy Sunday. Here's something for you.

Brand new year and you got a what....?

Happy New Year folks!

I don't believe in resolutions because I have no discipline and will never follow them. HOWEVER. This year I have been challenged to be a little more up beat and less ...whiny (?) in this blog.

I am taking up the gauntlet. That means that I will need your help if I'm going to do an about face. I need someone to comment at least once a month so that I can tell if I'm being maudlin or not. How does that work?

Well, if someone comments that means that they've stuck around long enough to glean some sort of fascinating information from this blog which doesn't include how many drinks/tears/candles I've gone through.

et Voila?!


Anyhoo, this post will kick start the new Satellite Mind. I might even change the name, any ideas?

Besides animals plummeting to the earth (what the hell is that all about?) the Republicans taking control of the House (WTF?) and Australia being flooded, is there any good news for the world?

I've just discovered Angry Birds and Cityville. It's a dangerous dangerous slope that I'm treading on. One minute I'm trying to kill pigs and the next I'm trying to build a city.

I feel like a Roman Centurion.

And on that note, I have to catch a train but here's something to make you smile;



Nic Cage Interview on Season of the Witch

So You Forgot Cranberries too?

Ok let me just say for the record that I'm a great blogger after a few pints.

Sorry about that.

On the third point *the second point has conveniently left me*, I tend to write really awesome and insightful blog posts right as I lay my head down to the pillow; my husband "spooning" me and my last breath of wakefulness slipping into that sweet biorhythm of REM patterns (or something pre). Alas, alack, I have no self esteem and an even lower amount of discpline to jot down any of my genius thoughts that plague me at the pre-dawn.

But CJ, you are doing it now, writing before dawn.

Yah, I am. But I'm also about ten beers in, a slightly depressed mood in and I've got enough QVC in me to start my own retail center. Clearly, judgment is not my forte tonight.

And on that slightly dreary but very real note, good night all and have a Happy Christmas as it seems my track record is quite crappy.

I do like Amy Grant...so what?

I haven't published in over a month.

Disgraceful. Shameful and just flat out disgusting.

Yet, no one is complaining.

Still out of work and I'm not that upset about it, worried about money so I'm gonna saddle up and go back into the workforce.

It's not that I don't want to work, I just don't want to work in an office. I honestly would enjoy working at a bar, a small bookstore, a small start up company but you know what? I like to eat. I like to have a roof over my head and I need to be in the 'book money'.

I have finished chapter nine on el story, which is a good thing. I'm trying to work on the graphic novel that me and M are working on and my bird Mr. Wiggins is cute. So all that info crammed into your little brains for less than a penny.

Yippee.

Reading a lot of manga. Doing a lot of errands. Visiting a lot of libraries. Drinking a decent amount (bad) and having trouble sleeping. It's almost like I'm working again.

It's funny because once a week, while falling asleep, I think of a great blog post and even start writing it in my head. Then the next day comes (because while I will get out of bed to put on QVC and turn the fan toward me I will not write a blog post) I completely forget about it and this is why you've not heard from me in awhile.

Been getting a lot of nosebleeds.

Visited my old job today for a friend's birthday. Didn't get to see anyone on floor 20. Annoyed about that.

Just want to make people happy but really need to work on making myself happy first.

Make amazing chicken parmesan chicken fingers as well as a mean Margarita Cheesecake.

Going to be a pirate for Halloween this year :) Hope I win a prize.

And this concludes this month's rambling.

First Booze Cake Pic - Margarita Cheesecake

So I'm in love with the book "Booze Cakes" by Kristina Castella and Terry Long

It should be wrong to love a cookbook this much but I LOVE to bake. I don't know why. Maybe because it's soothing and 9 times out of 10, even if you screw up you can still have something sweet to eat at the end. I like that baking can be adaptable yet there must be certain absolutes. I suppose that if I had to sum myself up in a few words I'd say; "I'm like a recipe. Willing to adapt, am different in every situation but I will always need salt, baking powder and flour to work".

Anyway, this recipe is "Top-Shelf Margarita Cheesecake" as with every recipe I've adapted it a bit. Tweaked it where I didn't like a lot of an ingredient and so forth but pretty much kept to the laid out plans (all I really did was reduce the amount of lime zest because that shit just bugs me).

I'd give you the recipe but something tells me that you should just by or take the book out from the library. Trust me. If you like booze and you like cake, there isn't much that can go wrong here :)

Pics of the cheesecake before it becomes a full cheesecake:

Proof that I actually made this, because no one in their right mind would just randomly crack eggs for this purpose. You can also see my toaster oven, spice rack, flour on the counter and wine. And the beer.

The beer.

The batter.

Tomorrow you'll get the goods ;)

Random Thoughts on the subject of... thoughts?

It's turning into another sleepless night because try as I might I can't get my mind to power down.

I've bounced between wanting to make fried pickles, wondering when to start the new book I bought, when will I finish my chapter, what should happen next in my chapter (including running dialogue in my head), should I go watch a movie to calm down, what kind of movie, what's happening at my old job, missing the security of having a place to go to in the morning even though the last few months there were painful, why was it painful, what am I going to wear to the concert on Thursday, what time should I meet my friend, should I bring a purse, I have to pick up flour tomorrow, what should I bake, should I bake, what is this constant buzzing going on under the mattress, should I bring anything to the bar tomorrow....?

If you kept up with any of that, congrats you're just as fucking crazy as I am.

It's only been two hours and ten minutes since I've laid my head down.

I also started reading blogs about getting an agent. Granted I have to have something finished but every once in a while I get ahead of myself. So now I have the fear of not finding one or if I do not being very successful.

I don't want to be famous folks but I do want to be moderately successful so that I can continue to write and have people enjoy what I write. To quote Kate Earl from her song "All I want"

If I could touch one lonely soul

If I could heal and be so bold

To be a spark to be a light

Set one heart on fire

That’s all I ever wanted

That’s all I want

That’s all I ever really wanted

Now, before I bring up any more to think about; let me stop.

Oh, I also have a guitar.

Cupcake Prophecy

Will be making champagne cupcakes courtesy of a recipe that I found here: 52 Cupcakes. Of course I will be mixing it up my own way but we shall see what happens. Meanwhile, I get to drink Champagne!