Sasquatch hands

I am very positive people think I am crazy. I am ok with that though. Today it was 3 degrees (Fahrenheit) and I trudged the 24 minute walk to work in a skirt. But I was not cold thanks to my rabbit hat and my Sasquatch hands. Since my beaver mittens are so fuzzy and huge, I feel like I have sasquatch hands while wearing them. I made the decree that they shall hence forth be referred to as sasquatch hands. This makes me happy!

Yes, I know I look all sorts of ridiculous wearing sasquatch hands. It doesn't help that I pare them with bog boots. But you know what, I am warm! Hot even! One of these days I'll have to get a picture of me in my get-up. For now, enjoy an almost year-old picture of my sasquatch hands.

Pomegranate madness

I picked up a pomegranate a couple days ago. I don't get them often, but they were on sale and I couldn't resist. The one thing about pomegranates is that it takes forever to get all the little seeds out. I didn't realize I had been peeling them wrong until I found a little instruction pamphlet at the store last night, sitting in front of the pomegranate display. I'm always eager to learn about fruit, so I snagged one.

True, the directions were much easier, and afforded less in the way of smashed seeds than the cut-in-half-and-dig-around method I had been using previously. The better way to get the yummy goodness out of a pomegranate is to score the skin at each membrane divide. Then you peel back the skin of one section and pluck out all the little seeds into a bowl of water. Continue to do this with each section until you're done. Any membrane parts that have fallen into the water bowl magically float and you can skim off the top. Then drain and enjoy!

It was really easy, and I had more in the way of whole seeds that I had in the past. However, by the time I was through, my kitchen resembled a scene out of Dexter. Pomegranate juice splattered across the counter, my white blouse, the paper towel roll, the backsplash and up onto the wall. I didn't even realize this delicious fruit was spewing all over the place until I was done.

After playing crime scene clean-up with my kitchen, I began to wonder if all the handling time is worth it. I don't know. Maybe I should just stick to popcorn?

Its beginning to feel a lot like Solstihanukwanzamas-eid!

Its that time of year again: Solstihanukwanzamas-eid! The holiday has been edited to reflect the Islamic Eid holidays. I don't discriminate winter holidays! So, if you want a Solstihanukwanzamas-eid card, message me your address. I hope to be able to fulfill all the requests in December, but it may end up arriving into the new year.

First Friday

I will be helping out at IGCA for First Friday. Stop by and say hi and don't forget to buy your tickets for the Factory Party on the 13th. In addition to purchasing tickets at the First Friday event, you can purchase them online here. The party should be all sorts of Warhol fun!

In relation to the factory party, I am stumped as to what to wear. Anyone have suggestions?

While you're mulling that over, here was my halloween costume. I was a Mog, half man, half dog. I'm my own best friend. I guess in my case I was a Womog. And if you're wondering about the shirt, its this great little space dog with a rocket pack, drooling in his space helmet. I picked it up at the San Diego Comic-con this year from Loter. They have some great stuff, you really should check them out.

Pets Vs. Children

I posted this article on my facebook yesterday and made the statement that if they (meaning policy-makers and those with the ability to help) could sit by and watch puppies burn, would they do the same thing for children? Apparently I touched a nerve with those who have firefighter friends and family. The fact that I equated children with dogs did not sit well. I had no intention of discrediting the work firemen do, I am very grateful for them. Still, I just can't imagine sitting back and watching a home burn because of being scared of losing my job. Not only that, but watching a home burn with living beings inside.

How can we be so arrogant to devalue the life of someone's pet? Now, if it had been someone's baby inside, do you think those firemen would have violated their policy? Probably. But a dog, well we can let that burn alive because a dog has no social value.

I view my pets as my children. It kills me to think that in a situation like this, someone would let my child burn to death because of a $75 fee. I know this is on the verge of PETA views, "animals are people too," but no this is not the case. People are animals.

Blog stats

Out of pure curiosity, I checked my blog stats today. I didn't expect much in the way of traffic, not with a personal blog like this. However, I did notice some interesting things.

Most of my traffic coming from linked sites was expected, spawning from places like meetup.com, facebook, livejournal, etc. Several come from google, twitter, and some site I have no clue what it is, and it doesn't open anything up when I try to access it.

Most of my audience uses Microsoft. Thats ok, I don't like Macs either. 73% use Internet Explorer. Seriously people, switch to Chrome. Drink that Google cool-aid. It tastes yummy! Expectedly, my audience is mostly from the US, however, Hungary and Taiwan come in second at 12 hits each.

There are two keyword searches listed and honestly I am baffled. Here they are:
"now hnue motane" and "kefir grains el paso".

I can understand the kefir grains...maybe I've mentioned El Paso before? The other one I am at a loss. Other than my friend Hnue being a celeb star personality in her own right, I don't understand the combination of the search. If anyone would like to enlighten me, that would be superb.

Those of you with blogs, what do your stats look like?

One day I'll make mini cheeses from mini-cows.

I want a mini cow. Seriously. They haunt my dreams. Or maybe just the Dexter cows...creepy serial killer cows.