Yay!

Brynn and Rumpus in the dining room

is this for real?

I just got this audition announcement for an "alternative beverage" via a generally non-corporate-stooge listserv.

What's it going for here? Obama's coattails? Trust fund activists? Chinese dissident poverty chic? Is it a parody? I can't tell.

CHARACTER BREAKDOWN / PROJECT NEEDS:
Project Concept: Looking for performers that can show the juxtaposition of self-importance to sacrifice, self indulgence to poverty, and societal disconnect from the world. The concept will show that the key to cutting through the fog of greed and corporate lust that have orphaned the world’s invisible, is to opening people up to the alternative beverage Tibet@n Tea and the freedom that change unleashes.

Pavlov's breakroom

As I walked down the hall toward the office kitchen and the box of Danish halves left over from this morning's meeting, I caught myself murmuring snack snack snack snack, snack snack snack snack...

I fear I have been in Cubicle-land too long. (The horror! The horror!)

In other news, I now have three Gmail addresses: public, anonymous, and Facebook. Oh, yes I did.

Happy-Presidents'-Day scones

They're a little late to be end-of-holidays baking, but here's what I did with the ingredients left over from a dessert auction recipe plus some other stuff (can't remember what I bought the cream for...):

Orange-Almond-Cranberry Cream Scones

1-1/2 c. flour
1/2 almond meal
1/4 c. sugar
1 T. baking powder
1/2 t. salt

1/2 c. orange-flavored dried cranberries*
minced zest of 1 orange

1-1/4 c. heavy cream

2 T. oat germ

Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

Sift together dry ingredients. Stir in cranberries & zest, making sure they're unclumped and coated with flour. Stir in cream until just combined -- do not overmix (dough will be wet).

Scoop into 1/4 c. balls; place on an ungreased baking sheet and flatten slightly. Smear tops with a little more cream, and sprinkle with oat germ and a little more sugar. (Raw/turbinado is best, but white sugar is just fine.) Bake 12-15 minutes.

Eat. And eat and eat and eat.

*I didn't intend to buy the orange-flavored but their label looked the same as the regular. At any rate, Trader Joe's orangey berries don't have creepy chemicals and they worked really well in this recipe.

guess they ate too many m&ms

I don't know how this company became the market leader it is today with employees who can't even commit to finishing a damn doughnut.

melts in your mouth

This is my office-mate's drawer:



And -- seriously -- this needs to stop. My insulin levels spike every time she opens that drawer. I've certainly eaten my fair share, and I purchased one of those green bags. But I draw the line. No more, m&m, no more. I quit you. We are done.

future yesterday comes too soon

Craig Ferguson got married.

And David Letterman resolves to stop eating roadkill in 2009.

I know because I've been up until 1am (or, um, later...) every night this week painting "newsprint" and sewing pinafores for this amazing little show. The newsprint fabric is going to be made into high-fashion accessories for teeny tiny people. The pinafores are going to have ruffles. It will all be marvelous.

It's pretty fun, although I have begun to dread the 12:40am knell of that fucking monkey puppet.

Please to note: the enormous expanse of hand-lettering was dashed off in, like, an hour by the amazing CCS -- I'm just filling it in. I only dropped the brush and stupidly splattered paint once! (I blame the monkey, not the whiskey.)