tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171481832024-03-14T01:32:10.213-05:00Panda Bonzai!I've Learned to Recycle the Internet.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.comBlogger352125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-14046555344153624722015-10-04T08:45:00.001-05:002015-10-04T08:45:08.824-05:00Wild hogs!Well, I let Trixie dog out this morning, and heard her barking while I prepared Heed's food and medicine. When I went out to go check on the garden, I looked to see what Trixie was barking at, and lo and behold - Giant mama hog, right in the front yard, with fifteen or so babies bouncing along behind her.<br />
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Now, Trixie wasn't on a leash, since it was daytime and the worst we've seen in the morning is the occasional bunny for her to chase. I yelled at her to come inside, but of course she ignored me. I know she was trying to protect me, but still. Irksome. She went down to the mowline, and barked her food head off, while mama and the piglets (one of which was white with black spots, and particularly adorable) went from the woods near the road to the woods in the pasture, which means we've got a hog-sized hole in the fence somewhere in that area.<br />
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Once they were out of sight, Trixie happily used the bathroom and pranced up to me, practically glowing with pride. Hadn't she barked so good? Hadn't she protected me so well? Never mind the fact that she hadn't listened, wasn't she the <i>best dog ever?</i><br />
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Anyone want to come hunt some hogs?Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-14231847063354181002015-09-23T20:17:00.001-05:002015-09-23T20:17:42.020-05:00Der FarmenlifenWell, things are all sorts of new around here now. It's been a few years since I posted here, clearly, and many things have changed since then. Gamerboy and I are now living on his family's ranch, where we're taking care of his parents as well as 39 head of cattle, 1 dog, and our six cats.<br />
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Yes, we kept Nips, the once-bitey little grey kitten from the old apartment complex. It turns out she'd broken her arm at some point, and doesn't like having it handled, which is why she bit me back in the day. She also dislocated the wrist of that same arm, which prompted an x-ray, which is how we found out about the old fracture, and how we found out that the radius of that arm isn't going to do any more growing, despite the ulna (and the rest of her) growing normally. She ended up having a curved forearm, which we sometimes call her Popeye Arm, but she gets about just fine with it, and she's not too big so there's not a lot of weight getting put on it. She's socialized up very nicely, and bonded strongly with Landis, who has also calmed down over the years and is much less bitey his own self.<br />
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So, we live on a farm now, as I said. Gamerboy is the official Ranch Manager, and I'm looking for outside work, to help bring in some money. I've also cleared out a few of FIL's old garden beds, and I'm trying to grow some vegetables in them. We've set up a fairly basic compost pile, cleared a few trees that were in the way (Gamerboy is in love with his electric chainsaw, let me tell you), and are planning to put in a bunch more veggie beds, as well as fence off some currently-unused land and get set up for goats and alpacas.<br />
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(Seriously, it blows my mind how EASY of a sell alpacas were! The fact that they can live with the goats, and their fleeces can be sold every year, makes them a good investment without a lot of extra work. You know, once we have things set up for the goats. Which we don't yet. But we will.)<br />
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(Also, yes, I have already called permanent dibs on all cria fleeces forever. I may choose to sell or gift some later on down the line, who knows, but still. Dibs forever.)<br />
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We've only moved down here this summer, so we've been here maybe two months now, and we're still getting settled in. Gamerboy and I purged a lot of our belongings in the move down here, but there's always more to do, and we're starting to work on integrating our things with the inlawls' things, and reducing the amount of both.<br />
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Given the crazy-large amount of just everything on the ranch, I've also started dipping my toe into natural dyeing. This was mostly prompted by finding out that there are black walnut trees out by the creek, and cochineal bugs on some of the prickly pear plants out in the pasture. There are even some of those (just a tiny amount, but some!) up by the house!<br />
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Most of the animals are doing great right now. We have one yearling bull who probably got stuck with thorns or spines or who-knows-what, and got a pair of abscesses on either side of his jaw, which grew to the point where eating and breathing are difficult, and he'd been hiding from us long enough to get seriously thin. We managed to pen him up and get him to the vet, who lanced the abscesses and gave him some medicine, and we're keeping him in the pens for now while we keep an eye on him, and hope that he gets better.<br />
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Heed gave us a hell of a scare recently, too. He was diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago, and put on insulin, and then the day before yesterday he had a serious blood sugar crash. He was shaking, and lost control of his legs and his bowels, and at one point he seized. We rubbed honey on his gums to raise his blood sugar, and got him to a local vet as quickly as we could, while calling his regular vet (Gamerboy's Aunt Awesomevet) on the way. He's had his dosage cut back from 5 units twice a day to 2 units twice a day, and he's doing a lot better now. He's still going back to Aunt Awesomevet next tuesday, so she can keep an eye on him for a couple of days, but we're feeling hopeful.<br />
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So all in all, there have been a lot of changes, but things are doing good. I'm going to try and update this thing more regularly, which I know I always say, but hey. Hope springs eternal. Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-46051110338743378392013-02-06T00:10:00.000-06:002013-02-06T00:10:07.125-06:00Clothesmaking For Fun And ProfitFor giftmas, my inlawls gave me a gift card to Fabric-store.com (which is a great place, by the way), and with it I got three yards of linen in a few different colors. Add this to my previous linen purchases, and I definitely am in a clothes-making kind of mood.<br />
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I already have a mostly-done tiered skirt that I'm rather fond of (working on that as we speak, actually), so I figured since my linen is in single yards, shirts are the way to go. I've done some handsewing for faire garb, so I feel pretty secure in my ability to make straight lines, but right now I'm not sure if I'm up to curved armscyes, so that limits my options. I want to do some kind of decorative thing on the yoke area, so I'm thinking a big facing that's done out of contrasting fabric, maybe with some kind of embroidery on it? I have the theory down, but I'm a little bit terrified to use up some of my stash trying something that very likely won't work.<br />
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Tomorrow I'll do measurements and start planning things with numbers, I think. Tonight I'm going back to my skirt.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-405804981234519302012-12-07T21:09:00.002-06:002012-12-07T21:09:18.475-06:00That Time I Almost Got Rabies (but not really)For the past four weeks, Gamerboy and I have had a project: there's a litter of semi-feral kittens that lives in our parking lot, and we've been catching them, socializing them, and taking them to the shelter to be adopted. The first three were little silver tabbies, all girls, and various amounts of adorable.<br />
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So this had been working out fairly well for us, and the kittens are now around 10 weeks old. Wednesday night before work, I put out a trap and some tuna for the two remaining kittens, who are both dark grey, and caught the larger of the two, who for reasons that will be made aware, is now called Nips.<br />
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Nips, of course, was terrified when I released her into our bathroom. While outside with me, she had approached me for food, and allowed me to give her light strokes, so I thought that she would calm down quicker than her siblings. Eager to see what sex she was, I swooped in to pick her up, and like any scared little creature, she bit me (She also peed on me, but I blame that on the entire can of tuna she ate in the trap).<br />
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Now, with rabies being at epidemic levels in Texas, I did what any good citizen would do, and I called Animal Control to report the bite. I figured they'd quarantine her for a little bit, and then let me know if I should be going to the hospital.<br />
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WELL. As it turns out? The state doesn't like to pay for quarantines when it doesn't have to - so the person on the phone with me let me know that if I didn't manage to scrape up $250, Nips would be euthanized, and her brain checked for rabies. Of course, I was heartbroken. Gamerboy and I left messages with his Aunt Awesomevet and his parents, hoping that we could either quarantine her with Aunt Awesomevet or borrow money from his folks. Since I knew that the folks over on LSG are kind and caring, I started a chip-in and posted it on the Mojo (the cat) thread, then fell asleep so Gamerboy and I could run errands and try to arrange things for Nips in the afternoon.<br />
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By the time I woke up - a mere 5 hours later! - the chip-in was fully funded and more. The Hoar Collective had decided that BiteyKitten (as she was then known) would get a chance at life, and I was completely blown away by the generosity. Seriously, the folks on LSG are the best bunch of people I have ever had the joy to meet.<br />
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Animal Control had let us have a whole day to get things sorted, and we spent as much time as we could working with Nips, to get her used to people. I did most of the handling, since I'd already been bitten, and Gamerboy was a little wary about picking her up (he just reached down for his loving on her). After only one night of rest, she was letting herself be pet and handled, turned upside down like a baby, have her toes messed with, her ears cleaned, and even let me open her mouth and check out her gums. I'm not a vet, so I have no idea what I was looking at, but I figure giving me access to her mouth without chomping has to be a good thing. By the next morning, she was leaning into the scritches, eating out of my hand, and falling asleep snuggled up in my shirt.<br />
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The animal control officer who picked her up this morning was really nice, confirming that she wasn't showing any signs of rabies, and that the quarantine will probably be fine. He noticed Gamerboy's Warhammer tattoo, and we all talked nerdery for a while. On the 17th, we go to pick up our little grey girl, and see if we can find her a good home - the animal control officer I talked to on the phone had said that with "a history of biting" the shelter can't adopt her out, but we're going to confirm that with the folks who actually work there just in case.<br />
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Oh, and the name? Simple evolution. Bitey became Nibbles, which became Nipples, which became Nips. We told the nice officer that she was called Nips because she'd nipped me, and we think he bought it ;)Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-8880067087476855412012-09-04T00:38:00.002-05:002012-09-04T00:39:07.658-05:00SCIENCE!So, today I crushed up the oak galls I had collected, using my very favorite tool:<br />
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I put them in a plastic bag, smashed them good, then transferred the smashed galls into a big stock pot. I didn't have my camera at the time, so I don't have any pics of the ground up galls, but they looked like very chunky cocoa powder, and smelled just about as good -- like warm earth and tea. I had planned to just dump them in some water and let them go to town for a week or two, but then I got antsy, and decided to simmer this batch for a while. They simmered for about an hour, and made the house smell <i>heavenly! </i>Dark chocolate, cinnamon, and tea, all mixed in together. Still no camera at this point, but the water turned a lovely chocolatey brown. While I was in the kitchen doing SCIENCE! (and randomly yelling SCIENCE! at Gamerboy while he played League of Legends with some friends) I cleaned up a little, since I've actually had energy since starting to take iron again.<br />
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The water level got a little low on the galls, so I topped it off a bit. I'd initially had 16oz of galls, and now with them reduced down, I had 48 oz of gall-goop and tannin juice. Then I found my camera!<br />
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Because I am not exactly known for my patience, I decided to spoon off a little bit of the juice and see if it would react yet. I crushed up a few of my iron pills, mixed them with the juice, and set them going through a coffee filter. It turned black!<br />
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As it turns out, according to a very smart man on the Fountain Pen Network who is a professional chemist and makes his own iron gall inks for fun, what I need to make these pen-safe is some 25% hydrochloric acid (evidently this can be had from hardware stores). That stops the Fe(II) from becoming Fe(III) (which is what turns it black) while it's still in the bottle or the pen, but once you write with it the HCl evaporates out and it turns black just fine. Lots of folks evidently use simple pen-safe dyes to make sure you can see the ink while you're writing with it -- the HCl turns it back into a clear yellowish liquid until it hit paper. Looking more into that, it looks like some of the stuff I got for nail polish will actually work for that!<br />
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Seriously, guys, I'm crazy excited over here. You don't even know. If I can make this work, I might pop up a few bottles on the shop, or mail them out to friends or some such. Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-14324906220800972182012-09-02T22:46:00.000-05:002012-09-02T22:46:37.111-05:00Oak Galls, Oak Galls, Oaky Oaky Oak Galls!I've been getting (back) into fountain pens and calligraphy lately, and while money is tight right now (oh, is that an understatement!) some things in life really are free. Today I was out on our patio, which is next to a large oak tree, and noticed that there were a few galls on it. I couldn't reach any of them that were still on the tree, but I went outside and collected a good number of them from the ground surrounding the tree. The iron pills I've been taking are ferrous sulfate, which is (handily enough!) the very kind of iron that's needed to make iron gall ink! I'm really excited -- I'm going to set this batch fermenting on the patio tonight, or possibly in the morning so I can take pictures, and then in a few weeks I'll collect the liquid from the galls, add the iron, and have me some ink!<br />
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Since there are about a million different iron gall ink recipes out there, and I live in Texas, Home of the Live Oaks Motherfucking Everywhere, I'm thinking that tomorrow I'll go out to some of the local parks and see if I can collect any more galls. I'd like to try fermenting one batch, boiling another, and just crushing them up and soaking. If I can see which one makes the best/darkest ink, I'd like to try bottling it up and giving it to some of my geekier friends. An ink that gets darker over time would be pretty goddamn sweet.<br />
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I've also thought of trying to make some actual verdigris -- copper and vinegar and scraping and time. I don't think I could powder it fine enough for ink, but what the hell, why not try? Copper sheets and vinegar are fairly cheap. Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-75047285348201522152012-08-30T05:36:00.002-05:002012-08-30T05:38:25.956-05:00Ups and DownsToday is a weird day. Or tonight, or is it yesterday still? I work nights half the week, including today, and it never quite feels like <i>tomorrow</i> until I've gone home and slept. So, let us call it still today, shall we?<p>
I don't think my meds are working. Or rather, they're working, just not as effectively as they used to, and they need to be adjusted. I'm having more frequent depressive episodes, and stronger ones, that are lasting longer, and that's no kinda good. In the past few years I've fallen out of the habits I used to have to manage my episodes -- I'm not nearly as dissociative; I no longer try to split myself up into my thinking brain and my feeling brain so that I can ignore the latter and do whatever the former tells me needs to get done. There are other little tricks I used to use, but writing them down here makes me feel self-conscious, and like I might be crazier than I want to admit.<p>
I realize that this is the second negative-sounding blog post in a row, but I want to emphasize here that when I'm not having a depressive episode, things really are okay. Money has been tight over the summer, but Gamerboy is working again now that the semester's started. We have a new creative project that we're working on together, and that we're both very excited about. I've been feeding two different colonies of feral cats, one who hangs around at the hotel and one who's nearby, at the local walgreens, and so far I've only come across one unspayed female (who just had a litter of kittens; she gets extra food while she's nursing, and I hope to catch her for fixing around the end of september). <p>
I haven't been doing a whole lot of knitting, despite having two main projects that I really want to get done. One is Frost Flowers and Leaves, that incredibly old project I over half a decade ago, who is now intended for Ivy and named George. I've got 11 rows to go plus the edging, so in theory I know I should be chugging along towards that finish line! The other project is a boob hat for my friend AllGreek2Me, who is so close to popping out her first child that we've arranged a betting pool. Neither of these projects are taxing, but I haven't been working much on either of them, because of my wrist.<p>
It turns out that Cysty is not, in fact, a ganglion cyst. My old doctor in Aggieland tried to drain him (which is the way to go for ganglions), and no dice. Instead of being filled with the people-jelly that he should have been, he's just a solid motherfucking mass, who is putting increasing amounts of pressure on the bones, nerves, and tendons of my dominant hand. I can't bend my hand back or forward beyond 40 degrees without pain, and I can't lift anything above 10 lbs if it involves using my wrist to do it. I know I need to see a doctor about this, and CLEARLY about my meds, and I'm hoping that within this next month that will become a possibility again. Gamerboy's folks found oil on their land, and they want to do something nice for each of their children, and in our case that might end up being hand surgery. In the meantime, I'm taking things as easy as I can stand, and seriously considering teaching myself to write right-handed.
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Wow, again, this post sounds super depressing. I had an episode tonight (as you might've guessed), but I'm feeling fine now. I swear, things are mostly good. Gamerboy and I found a driving route that is full of oddly suburban deer (and well-grazed lawns), and we like to go by there at dawn or dusk. Sometimes we'll go down to the park, and throw them peanuts and bread, which amazingly enough they accept from us, as will the squirrels and the ducks. I feel happy when wild creatures trust me enough to eat what I offer them, which is probably why I feed the outside cats... all 7-10 of them, depending on the night.
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I don't recall if I've mentioned it here or not, but I started a small nail polish company, Just The Tip. I was getting in lots of micas and pigments to make my own, and Gamerboy suggested I give it a shot as a business venture. It hasn't exploded with activity by any stretch of the imagination, but it does a steady bit of business, and I enjoy it. I'm currently wearing two different colors, one a duochrome red-pink that flashes into orange, and the other a milk chocolate with a strong violet shimmer. I ought to take pictures of both of them, and put them up on the shop, but I'll probably wait until the weekend for that. I wasn't able to sleep yesterday, and tomorrow is my tough day, so I need to get as much rest in as I can.
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I'm rambling now. It's because I'm tired. I have another hour and a half at work, then half an hour to feed and visit with the outside cats, and then I'll go to bed. I'm glad that I wrote this post, because it's probably a good idea to keep a record of when my depressive episodes happen and around how long they last -- this one was about two hours.
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Hmm... the breakfast staff have started to open things up at work. I think I know how I'm going to spend the rest of my shift.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-39076602735568338572012-07-03T07:07:00.002-05:002012-07-03T07:33:39.187-05:00Bless me, Blogger, for I have sinned.It's been two years since my last entry. In that time, the cat count has gone up to 5, the husband count is up to 2, the estranged father count is at 1, and the job meter is down to 0 benefits.<p>
I'm living in New Braunfels, now, where I moved in May 2011 after Gamerboy and I got engaged. I'm working at a hotel, front desk, mostly nights but just enough afternoons to ensure I have nothing resembling a stable sleep schedule.<p>
Heed is now ten years old, Ripley is three, Bucket and Landis are two, and little Moxie Melonhead is just over one. Bucket (black tuxedo mediumhair) and his sister, Moppet (tortie mediumhair), were trapped as feral kittens back when Ivy and I were living together in Aggieland. Before I moved out here, he had gotten to the point where he would voluntarily join me on the bed for snuggles, but since the move he's been more reticent. I try and handle him at least once every six months or so, but mostly I try to give him space. He's not really domestic in the traditional sense, and is still convinced that everyone ever is going to murder him in the face. Landis (orange and white tabby) was Gamerboy's cat, and he's a bit of an asshole. When left to his own devices, he's pushy, rude, and VERY bitey; he's terrified of Ripley, though, so he gives us plenty of love and affection, because we keep him safe from her. Moxie we didn't expect, but she was found in a city dump, with a litter of siblings who had been shot to death, and was only alive because she'd hidden in a soup can. When my (very allergic) friend explained her story, how could I turn her away? She was only 4 weeks old, and sickly enough that her growth was severely stunted; even now she's maybe 5lbs.<p>
There was a thread on Rav today about student loans, and that's what got me depressed enough to turn to blogger. For some reason, I feel melodramatic writing things here, which is probably why I stopped.<p>
In a few months, I will be 30 years old. I have 18k in student loans, 4k in credit card debt, and a husband who's racking up approximately 5o-60k worth of Master's degree. I don't know if he'll be able to find a job in his field when he graduates, or if/when we'll be able to afford a move if/when he does. Neither of us have health insurance, and my brain drugs cost us $150 every month because of it. Gamerboy is depressed, and would like to get on medication for it his own self, but we can't afford the doctor visits, much less another costly prescription (and then more visits, and different prescriptions, until the right medication and amount were found). He's also hurt his back twice this summer, and very likely pre-diabetic.<p>
I started a small nail polish company, which I'm hoping will make it into the black by the end of the year. I've poured about $500 into it, and made about half of that back. It's not a lot, but the fact that it's almost-kinda-actually succeeding to a degree is sometimes the only thing that keeps me from feeling like a complete failure. I've been having more depressive episodes, sleeping way too much, and not eating much or well. <p>
My goal in life, right now, would be to one day own a very small house, with about 4 or 5 acres of land (10 when I'm feeling generous with myself). I would like to have goats and chickens and a garden, and any livestock above and beyond that would be great too. I would like to have a whole craft <i>room</i>, health insurance, an adopted child or two, and a job where I took home over 20k a year. What I actually think will happen looks more like a series of apartments for the rest of our lives, possibly so much as a townhome one day, and a hopefully-stable population of cats. Maybe a dog if we ever get that townhome.<p>
This isn't a terribly chipper post, all told. The most exciting things in my life right now are taking pictures of new colors of polish, and seeing if I can figure out how to turn some of my dry pigments into calligraphy ink. I splurged and bought some fabric this month, for a skirt that I'm hand-sewing and what I hope will be a shirt to go with it, and also two bottles of pretty ink (bought before I realized I might be able to make my own). <p>
I've also taken to covering my hair when I leave the house, which oddly enough is one of the more positive things in my life right now. I seem to feel more secure when I'm wearing a scarf, safer and therefore more confident, and it makes me happy. My hair's grown out almost all the way back to where it was before I cut it, and I plan to let it get as long as it can from here on out.<p>
I also realized as I was writing all of this that I'd forgotten to take my pills for the last two days. That could explain this mood I'm in. It's also almost 7 in the morning, which is bedtime for me these days. <p>
Not everything sucks. I'm in a weekly online D&D game, a play-by-mail steampunk game (surprise surprise, the root of my inklust), and I've gotten closer to most of my new inlaws. Gamerboy's parents are surprisingly awesome. I pared down my yarn and fiber stash into one small closet's worth, all of it awesome, and I now have a walk-in closet (the Glitter Cave) where all of the polish things live and the cats can't go. It's a nice little sanctuary, and sometimes I go in there just to relax. My weight has been fairly stable, which is nice considering how hard it is for me to exercise, but swimming in the river is free and doesn't put any strain on my wrist (which has gotten worse, unfortunately. I can't put any weight on it, or bend it terribly far in any direction). I've got another shawl design in my head, but I think I need to start it over again - the yarn I began in is too pricey for me to get enough to finish, which is a shame because it's just lovely. I also picked up an absurdly cheap floor loom on craigslist, and I hope to soon learn how to use it. <p>
I think I'm starting to get over the mood I was in when I started this post. Mostly right now I'm just tired, and a little cranky. I think it's time for me to usher in a few cats and go to bed.<p>
UPDATE: Gamerboy just came in, bearing a cat for me to snuggle, and we talked over some of what I've posted here. He always makes me feel better when I'm in a funk. My worries are still there, but they no longer feel quite so insurmountable <3Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-33101296142864814622010-07-02T15:35:00.001-05:002010-07-02T15:35:42.786-05:00Dragon Dice Bag (Chart)<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92296807@N00/4755290157/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4116/4755290157_4563e283fc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92296807@N00/4755290157/">dragonchart</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/92296807@N00/">Persian Pen Name</a></span></div>Well folks, I was going through some old project files, and I came across this chart for a dice bag that I never did finish. I figure it's always nice to share, so I cleaned up the chart some and put it up on Flickr. Even though the original bag was crocheted, I think this works better as a knitting pattern. Enjoy!<br clear="all" />Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-20900133039671371542010-06-19T22:37:00.002-05:002010-06-19T23:25:23.669-05:00I Seem To Have Skipped The Entire Month of MayIt's been over two months since my last blog post, and where am I today?<br /><br />I'll tell you where: pretty much exactly where I was two months ago.<br /><br />The first batch of chickens, the Magnificent Seven posted about in April, have moved outside. A few days after my last post, Ivy and I took a long drive into Austin and came home with a box of 8 tiny Silkie chicks. Three were yellow, four were black, and one was partridge. Of those, we lost one yellow chick who ate out of my hand without hesitation, and the one little black chick who was turning silver.<br /><br />Right now we're eagerly awaiting the day when the silkies will be able to join their older siblings out at Sunshine's farm. The coop still isn't finished, but they're living in a wired-together conglomeration of old rabbit hutches and dog crates, and they have plenty of room.<br /><br />The garden... has failed. Or rather, I failed it. I couldn't make it out there every week, much less the multiple times it would require to keep up with an 80 square foot plot, weeding and harvesting and reseeding. Eventually the community garden folks told me to put up or shut up (in so many words), and I had to admit that my plots would be better taken care of with someone else. It's making me seriously rethink my dream of <span style="font-style: italic;">Persian PenName: Hobby Farmer</span>, and that might be for the best.<br /><br />I do still want to live on a small acreage of land, with fruit trees and goats and chickens and perhaps a mini-cow, milking my own animals every morning, making my own preserves and living off the bounty of my own land, but I might have to start smaller than homesteading on my own with a terribly limited skill set. At least I know how to properly milk a goat now, and butcher and castrate them, and trim their hooves. Goats and chickens I'm feeling pretty secure on.<br /><br />This past week has been pretty rough on me. Sunshine and I had to admit that we make better friends than partners, which was rough, but probably one of the most grown-up decisions I've made; Ye Olde Camry broke down, and according to the one mechanic in town I implicitly trust it's going to be somewhere between $250 and $400 to fix, and I'm considering trading it in for a used Smart Car or a moped or something; oh, and my bike was stolen.<br /><br />That, and they announced that they're going to start laying people off in the library where I work. They're not using longevity or merit as part of their criteria, so there is literally nothing - <span style="font-style: italic;">not one single thing</span> - that I can use to say "oh, well they won't cut me, because of this very valid reason". All things being equal, about one in every ten people are likely to be cut, and we won't even know in what departments until the end of next month, and no particular names until the end of August. I started job hunting, since that just seems like the smart thing to do in these circumstances, but my heart's not really in it. I'm also looking in other states, since... I've never really been in a position to move out of Texas before, you don't get much more ready than single and newly laid off.<br /><br />I'd have to take my share of the chickens with me, of course, or sadly give them to Ivy until I got a yard. Banties are tough little guys, though, so I'm sure they wouldn't mind a climate change all too much.<br /><br />I have family in Indiana and Tennessee, so it might be nice to move closer to them. My Aunt Nina is dying of an MRSA infection, and there's nothing I can do about it. She'd already gotten to the point of not recognizing anyone by the time I heard she was sick, so even if I spent the money to get up there and visit her, she wouldn't know. And as much as it hurts me to say it, I don't have the funds to take a trip she won't be lucid for. It's crazy, really, and it makes me cry if I think about it for too long, so I'm going to change the subject now.<br /><br />I got my hair cut. It's pretty short now, and definitely falls somewhere on the "Oh, so I see you like the ladies" end of the spectrum, but I like it. For now, anyway.<br /><br />Ivy got a cat. Her name is Lolita, and after a few days of tense hissing and angry growls, she and Ripley seem to be getting along well. She is a fluffy tortie, mostly black, and she is still a bit skittish around me. I can definitely see the difference in confidence level between her and my cats, and I have to wonder if it's because she's changed owners at least twice in the past year; Ripley's never had reason to think she would live with someone else, and I don't think Heed could even formulate the thought.<br /><br />Ivy has been teaching me to cook. I can make steak now! And mashed potatoes, and veggies, and pies. Lots of pies. I make elaborate baked goods when I'm sad, these days, and after Sunshine and I had our talk I started right in on some pie crusts. I've already eaten half the chess pie I made, but I ran out of energy before I could finish the shaker lemon pie, so that's probably my project for tomorrow.<br /><br />I started buying fabric last month, intending to make a quilt. I don't think that's going to happen anymore, but I do believe I'll have a number of nice skirts before the week is up. Probably all on the same pattern, a tiered peasant skirt, which will be odd not only because it will mean that I now own non-costume skirts voluntarily for the first time in my life, but because I've got enough fabric that I'll have more skirts than actual pairs of pants.<br /><br />In other news, I made a tweed Godzilla plushie. Finishing up a denim one too, and they'll be given to Sunshine's kids.<br /><br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs329.snc3/29065_392209761228_608281228_4196415_1443633_n.jpg" width="50%" height="50%" />Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-91790768166827652882010-04-11T22:16:00.001-05:002010-04-11T23:10:27.902-05:00Here, Chick Chick Chicks!17 days ago, Ivy (my temporary roommate) and I bought impulse chickens. Seven little bantams, though one died just about as soon as we got them home (fun fact: pick chicks that are lively and active, NOT chicks that are "all sleepy and adorable"). We divvied them up, and each named three.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4465262267_838a852f47.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4465262267_838a852f47.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There were two yellows, Hobbit and Soup. Two black and whites, Tweasel and Tiberius. One white, Pie, and one silver, Sparklesnatch (if you think the names are odd, go check out the Lazy, Stupid and Godless group on Ravelry. It's awesome).<br /><br />On the first day, they were fluffy and adorable.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4010/4466056364_4ccb22d787.jpg"><br />Hobbit</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4466052296_96cf62d204.jpg"><br />Soup</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2704/4466038830_882da1b2b4_o.jpg"><br />Tweasel</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4466038816_31f8dc523b_o.jpg"><br />Tiberius</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2775/4466052322_9f2d2cbe2a.jpg"><br />Pie</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4466038802_0827a0ba7c.jpg"><br />Sparklesnatch</center><br /><br />By day 4, their wing feathers were coming in, and we'd started to see more of their personality. Sparklesnatch, despite being the smallest of the group, had established herself as Top Chicken. Pie was the sweetie, and had taken a particular shine to another friend of ours, Ella, so much so that by the end of the week we'd decided that Pie was going to live out her life as Ella's house chicken.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2801/4475744099_120a09d4e4.jpg"><br />Hobbit</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4475744061_7a923162e5.jpg"><br />Soup</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2707/4476521226_d675c9b6de.jpg"><br />Tweasel</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2704/4476521324_c279bcac7a.jpg"><br />Tiberius</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4475744075_e62d4256a3.jpg"><br />Pie</center><br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4052/4476521276_35d599b028.jpg"><br />Sparklesnatch</center><br /><br />On day 7, I went to the purina store to get more supplies, and a seventh baby bantam came home and was dubbed Dinner.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2699/4481864597_98d4b27c3b.jpg"><br />Dinner</center><br /><br />We introduced the chicks to Heed. He sniffed briefly, then ran away like a scared little bitch.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4494208280_1435fb2f76.jpg"><br />Hobbit and Heed</center><br /><br />By this point, everyone's wings were coming in well.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2780/4481864845_e946529301.jpg"><br />Sparklesnatch</center><br /><br />Then, as it tends to do, a bunch of time passed at once. I spent a couple of days helping to bottle feed baby goats up at Girlface's farm (Dos was another girl, Tres and Quatro were boys), a couple of days working, a couple of days recovering. Next thing I knew, it was day 17, and I hadn't photographed the babies in over a week. Everyone's wing feathers are in, their tiny feathery feet are fluffier than ever, and their combs are coming in. We even had to clip their flight feathers, to keep them from launching themselves into the air whenever we took them out to play with.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/4512812983_ee98c81e1f_o.jpg"><br />Dinner</center><br /><br />Still the smallest, of course, at 10 days old. She's not quite a snuggler, yet, but she's holding her own in the Grand Chicken Hierarchy.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2362/4512813501_f22e27c561_o.jpg"><br />Hobbit</center><br /><br />Hobbit has the most impressive comb so far. You can see all the little ridges and everything.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4066/4513455840_6ae74a9f49_o.jpg"><br />Soup</center><br /><br />Hobbit's turned brown! She was already the darker of the two yellow chicks, and her wing feathers are brown with white edges.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2166/4512813191_dac5c91e9b.jpg"><br />Tweasel</center><br /><br />Tweasel and Tiberius are much easier to tell apart now - Tweasel is the one with the comb!<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2302/4512813103_c7d78482f0_o.jpg"><br />Tiberius</center><br /><br />Tiberius is the next sweetest chicken, after Pie. I'm trying to feed him from my hand every day and snuggle on him, but he's not exactly thrilled about it.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4512813531_6bf33c209a_o.jpg"><br />Pie</center><br /><br />Pie is sweet as can be around Ella, but is really a one-woman bird. She doesn't care much for me.<br /><br /><center><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2100/4513455758_b5afcc9b31.jpg"><br />Sparklesnatch</center><br /><br />You might notice that Sparklesnatch is a lot leaner than the rest of the babies, and that her tail is longer. Because of this, we're thinking that she might actually be a he... but we're still calling him Sparklesnatch.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-79457001495759008322010-03-26T19:34:00.002-05:002010-03-26T19:46:28.468-05:00Holy Baby Bantams, Batman!Guess who just got 6 adorable baby bantam chicks?<br /><br />Hint: it's me!<br /><br />I'll put up pictures and profiles in the morning :) Right now, I'm too busy watching them eat and sleep and poop.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-65374473967199591842010-03-18T00:41:00.003-05:002010-03-18T01:00:51.000-05:00Linkdump (or: I have discovered Mother Earth News)http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/1997-08-01/Make-a-Pine-Needle-Basket.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/2002-06-01/Milking-Stanchion.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/1983-09-01/Make-a-Rabbit-Blanket.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/1982-05-01/Make-a-Stove-From-Mud.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/1981-05-01/The-Owner-Built-Adobe-House.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/2008-08-01/Recycleable-Solar-Dehydrator.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/1982-05-01/Heavenly-Hammock.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/1975-11-01/Sheepskin-Rugs.aspx<br /><br />http://www.motherearthnews.com/Do-It-Yourself/1973-09-01/Cutting-Bottles-The-Easy-Way.aspxPersian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-41698558992549121592010-03-12T08:32:00.002-06:002010-03-12T09:59:53.421-06:00Possible New Direction for the BlogIt's been almost a month since my last blog post, and let me tell you, it's been a month filled with interesting happenings.<br /><br />For example, I now have a goal for my adult life. I know! Who does crazy things like that, right? And it's not one I would have figured for myself, either, until my grown-up years.<br /><br /><br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen of the Internets, I want to be a <span style="font-style: italic;">farmer</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br />Specifically, I want to live on a small, organic homestead of about 5 acres. I want bees, and chickens, and goats, and sheep, and miniature donkeys, and cows, and lots and lots of space for growing things. I want to grow and preserve my own fruits and vegetables. I want to raise and butcher my own meat. I want to milk my own dairy animals, and turn it into cheese and butter and awesome creamy soap. I want to suit up and steal from my own hives, honey and wax and pollen and royal jelly, and then figure out what to do with those last two.<br /><br />Ideally, I'd even like to build my own house on those 5 acres, but since construction is not my strongest point I may pass on that one.<br /><br />I'm not sure if these urges are a continuation of my love of spinning and knitting and <span style="font-style: italic;">making things</span> in general, or if they all have some kind of ultimate root in wanting to live a simpler life, closer to nature, taking part in all the steps of production from start to finish, but I think it's all connected back to my early memories of my great-grandmother who lived up north.<br /><br />I remember going up every winter to Granny's house in Indiana, and catching brief glimpses of <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Basement</span>, a magical place where little kids were not allowed to wander, a place full of shelves lined up like the stacks in the library where I work now, all of those shelves full to the brim with jars and jars of different things Granny had preserved. Apple butter, green beans, pickled cucumbers (the cucumbers were grown in an old claw-foot tub that lived in the back yard), and other things that I never found out what they were. I'd never had apple butter before, and no other recipe tastes as good to me as the one made by my Granny, and that I never thought to ask her for.<br /><br />At Granny's house, I found crocheted turtles she'd made ages and ages ago, and tried to read the stitches and make her a new one (I couldn't figure out why mine turned out so much smaller - they had the same number of stitches!). At Granny's house, I had my first taste of horehound candy, which tasted sort of like cough syrup, but I loved it anyway. Granny's house was full of strangeness to me - homemade quilts; racks and racks of salt and pepper shakers that her daughter, my grandmother, had collected before she passed away; old-fashioned porcelain-faced dolls; strange almanacks and for some reason rooster-themed memorabilia all over the place - and I loved it. There was a park in easy walking distance from her house, with a lighthouse we used to sneak into, whose rickety stairs terrify me now that I'm older and wiser. There was a river with a bridge for the railroad tracks that my mom told me she and her brothers used to race across, while telling us in the next breath we were under no circumstances to ever do.<br /><br />My Granny was born in 1902, and to the last she didn't take shit from anyone. When they made a law that you couldn't burn leaves and trash in your yard anymore, she still did it. When the cops came by to tell her it was illegal, she told them she was over 90 years old and had been doing it all her life - were they <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> going to take a lady her age to jail? She told me stories about growing up in that house, and while I could tell her memories were not all happy ones, I was glad to hear them anyway.<br /><br />So when I think about farming, and having a home to call my own with its own shelves of apple butter and preserves, maybe its own claw-foot tub full of cucumbers if I can find one, it makes me feel happy inside. I've been making a lot of friends this past year, many of whom have chickens of their own (and let me tell you, trading leftovers for fresh eggs is a pretty sweet deal), and one in particular of whom has goats, sheep, and miniature donkeys. It's been making me realize that yes, this is really what I want to do, and I want to do it soon, and in this area.<br /><br />To that end, I've decided to buy a goat. My friend (we'll call her Sunshine) has a bunch of pregnant mamas right now, and in the recent snowstorm three of them had their kids. Two of them froze to death in the night, but one of them made it, and I'm pretty sure I've fallen in love. Uno was intended to be a meat goat, but I think she's going to be the start of a milking herd for me.<br /><br />She's even cute enough that I'm breaking one of the Cardinal Rules of the Blog, and posting my face for the first time. Enjoy it, folks. (p.s. the lady in the black shirt is not me, she's a friend who's crashing at my place until May, and wanted to come down and visit Uno. I'm the one in the glasses.)<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92296807@N00/4408280437/" title="Me and Uno by Persian Pen Name, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4027/4408280437_a86a4b2cd4.jpg" alt="Me and Uno" height="400" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92296807@N00/4409046708/" title="Uno the Goat by Persian Pen Name, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4409046708_a7db5d6e10.jpg" alt="Uno the Goat" height="400" width="500" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/92296807@N00/4409048764/" title="Uno checks out the camera by Persian Pen Name, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4409048764_58cc157c8e.jpg" alt="Uno checks out the camera" height="400" width="500" /></a></center><br /><br />I think it's a pretty good start.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-8978797351486346572010-02-17T10:44:00.002-06:002010-02-17T11:12:26.172-06:00Gardening Like Whoa!So, a bunch of LSGers were talking about getting ready for gardening season, and that got me thinking that you know, I sure would love to grow some things this year. Maybe even things that I could can, since after my last post I seem to have gone on a .... slight canning binge. Maybe. Just a little.<br /><br />If by 'just a little' you mean a dozen pints of marmalade, 6 pints of jalapeno jelly, and a dozen half-pints of candied jalapenos, ALL of which have all found homes and a good portion of which have been devoured by yours truly in the past month. Then, yes, just a little bit of canning.<br /><br />So, anyway, I have all these extra jars now (I may have gone and bought 4 dozen more half-pint jars and a dozen quart jars), and I am all out of produce, so hey, why not try growing some?<br /><br />There's a community garden set up through the university, so I tracked down the email for that and called up a few friends to see if they'd be interested. And now? Now, I <span style="font-style: italic;">may</span> have asked for a 4x20 foot plot, that we've already planned out the setup for, and are just waiting to get the seeds in. Yeah, this is going to be interesting :) The Library Overlord said he might help me get the actual land ready, but I think I'd really prefer to build the plot up instead of try to dig into the clay that is our local soil.<br /><br />I'm excited, though. I'm actually going to be working with people who can touch plants without killing them, and all the ones we're planting are heirloom and organic. I can't fucking WAIT for spring!Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-4449815009431644232010-01-16T19:58:00.000-06:002010-01-16T19:59:18.615-06:00I made motherfucking MARMALADE!<div class="body forum_post_body"> <p>Shit yeah, bitches, and it was EASY! Here is what you do:</p> <p>Buy a bunch of canning jars (12 16oz jars for $8 at HEB)<br />Buy a bunch of oranges (18lb bag for $7 at my farmer’s market)<br />Buy a bunch of sugar (The Library Overlord went out and got me some kinda crazy 20lb bag of sugar, I really hope I use it all making jam because I don’t have anything I can store this in)<br />(optional) Buy a set of canning tongs ($10, The Walmarts)</p> <p>Get a big cooking pot, like for making a bunch of soup.<br />Get an even BIGGER, GIANT stock pot, like for making chili for a very large party.</p> <p>Peel some oranges. I find it’s easier to quarter them first, then peel the quarters, because then the peels are all the same size, instead of all kinds of crazy sizes. Cut the peels into little strips and put them in your pot. I did 8 oranges per batch.</p> <p>Tear the orange-quarters into little bits, and put them in the pot. You can do this over the pot, so the inevitable juice drips go in with the rest of it. Toss out any seeds.</p> <p>Pour in water, 1 cup at a time, until it barely covers your oranges. For my pot, 4 cups did it. Then, add as many cups of sugar as you did water. THIS IS ALL YOU NEED TO ADD!</p> <p>Bring that bitch up to a boil for like a minute, then take it down to a simmer. Simmer it until you can take some of it out, put it in a clean bowl, and it kinda starts to gel up when it cools. That’s when you know it’s done. The recipe I was using said that should take about an hour, but I had the heat on low at first so it took a lot longer than that. Just keep setting the timer for 20 minutes, after that first hour, and eventually it will be jam.</p> <p>NOTE: MARMALADE HAS A BITTER BITE. If you don’t like that, don’t add the peel, and DO add pectin. I didn’t do that, so I don’t know how to tell you how to do it. Me, I like the little bit of bitterness, and the texture of the peel.</p> <p>TO CAN: Get your big-ass stockpot, and put something on the bottom so the jars don’t rest directly on the bottom of the pot. I used a vegetable steamer thingy. Put your jars in, put your lid parts in, fill it with water, and boil that shit for at least a minute to sterilize. Then, USING YOUR TONGS BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS HOT, remove the jars and fill them with your nice, hot marmalade. Oh, yeah, baby, just like that. Fill me with your orange goodness. Put the lids on the jars, the screw-thingies around them, and screw them on tight. Do this to all the jars, or until you run out of marmalade.</p> <p>Put the jars back in the boiling water, and boil them for another 15 minutes. Take them out, and let them cool down slowly. If you can still poke the top of the jar and make a clicking sound as the top comes up and down, then it hasn’t sealed yet. If it doesn’t seal by the time it’s room temperature, boil it again, and see if it goes that time.</p> <p>It should probably wait overnight to cool down, and it’s supposed to take a couple days to really thicken up in the jar. But let’s be honest, you’re going to be eating it with a spoon by breakfast time, and there’s not a damn thing wrong with that.</p> <p>FUN VARIANT: CHOCOLATE ORANGE MARMALADE!!!</p> <p>When the marmalade is cooked, but you haven’t canned it yet, add in a bunch of chocolate chips. I didn’t really measure it at all, but maybe 1 part chocolate to 2 or 3 parts jam? Mix it up, and the heat of the jam will melt the chocolate. Can as per usual. It’s so good, your mouth will orgasm with delight.</p> </div>Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-10634260248159942822010-01-12T09:37:00.002-06:002010-01-12T09:40:30.193-06:00Time for the Big Guns<div class="body forum_post_body"> <p>Last night, I hit 50 rows left to go on my Persian Star Shawl. I posited that if I knit 5 rows a day, I’d be done in a little over a week! Then I remembered that the rows? Are over 1000 stitches each at this point.</p> <p>I did some math. I have knit 124,592 stitches on this shawl. There are 51,200 left to go, PLUS the edging that I haven’t figured out yet what it’s going to be.</p> <p>Galveston was only 125,128 stitches. If I’d done another shawl with that size yarn, I’d be almost done right now, instead of having 29% left to knit.</p> <p>So, either way, I think I'm going to try it. I'm going to try and knit at LEAST two rows a day, and stop if I hit five in one evening. If I work on it during my lunch break, that should help. If I work on it during D&D games, dinners with friends, anything I can think of, that should all help. I'm getting into the point now where more and more of it has patterning every row, instead of every other row, and that is not helping. But as bob is my witness, I <span style="font-weight: bold;">will get this done</span> before my arbitrary deadline of April Fool's Day!<br /></p> </div>Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-73788406525150391972010-01-04T15:57:00.005-06:002010-01-04T16:23:24.774-06:00State of the UnionWell, it's a new year, I'm in a new home, with a new cat, and it's time to figure out my plan for the upcoming spring. So far this winter break, I've gotten the cat fixed, made kebab, henna'd a friend's hair, cleaned and scrubbed the entire bathroom and kitchen, baked a gross of cookies, weeded my bookshelves and sold the extras to HalfPrice (made a good amount, too!), gone through the last of the boxes from when I moved in, sorted my renfest stuff into keepable and unkeepable items (stuff that doesn't fit any more, mostly), had the dishwasher at Casa del PenName replaced, and gotten rid of a bunch of stuff I don't actually need. I even started making the bed every day! What's up with all that, right? It's almost like I'm living like a grownup.<br /><br />I'd really like to cut down my possessions to the bare minimum this year, and it's time to admit to myself that this <span style="font-style: italic;">may</span> have to involve a significant bit of destashing. Some of it I'll be putting up for sale, but some of it I may be posting here for free, so keep a lookout. Now that I have one completely-cleared-off bookshelf at my disposal, I find myself wanting to store my various non-fiber crafts there. Once there's actually ROOM for everything I own - or, rather, once I've cut down what I own to just what I have room for - I think I might even start decorating. I'd like to finally hang my creepy mask collection, and maybe do a little bit of painting to hang up. If things turn out well, I'll take pictures and show everyone :)<br /><br />Things in my personal life are going well, too. I've gotten used to living alone, and I'm starting to really enjoy being single. It's fun to flirt, but it's even better to go home to my quiet house at the end of the night. I'm secure in my home and my finances, I've gotten confidence in my ability to take care of myself, and all in all I'm happy. I know part of that has to be the brain drugs, and I'm so thankful that I'm finally on them. My weight hasn't really gone down a whole lot (I waver between 190-195), but I <span style="font-style: italic;">feel</span> good, so it's hard to care that much.<br /><br />I have another spinning wheel that I got off Craigslist that I'm still in the process of fixing up, but the drive wheel itself is a bit of a mess. I need to figure out exactly which spoke goes into which of 12 spots, so that the come-apart rim will come back together AND fit on the too-loose-for-my-tastes center. Once I've got that figured out, <span style="font-style: italic;">I am gluing that bitch together like you would not believe.</span><br /><br />And hey, if that doesn't work, I can replace the whole thing with a bicycle wheel.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-57811800827422095732009-12-16T11:04:00.002-06:002009-12-16T11:05:11.406-06:00Eyes - Check!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SykTO68xv7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rEZXeI4AP_E/s1600-h/cuddlefish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SykTO68xv7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/rEZXeI4AP_E/s320/cuddlefish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415881173953003442" border="0" /></a>Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-87626288275165056402009-12-15T13:07:00.002-06:002009-12-15T13:10:20.139-06:00Remember Me?Well, well, well. We meet again, old friend.<br /><br />I am talking, of course, about the Cuddlefish, who decided to hop into my knitting bag this morning and insists that I get his eyes down and cease this silly procrastinating, and who am I to argue? He's got a razor-sharp beak, and he knows how to use it.<br /><br />So tonight, I'm finally finishing up this old project, or at least getting to the part where it's all coasting from here.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-73259771964949972932009-12-01T11:28:00.002-06:002009-12-01T11:35:42.347-06:00Organization Times! (a.k.a. Settling In for Winter)I have decided that, since Casa del PenName is all mine, I'm going to pretty it up real nice. So far, this has consisted of hanging up some Sound and Fury posters, and pinning Galveston up over the window (something else will go there eventually, but this works for now).<br /><br />I think I need to do something more for at least one of the walls in the living room. I don't know if it needs paint, or stencils, or art, or what, but something is definitely needed. It's just a big, blank, empty space, and something needs to be going on to open it up and give it some visual interest.<br /><br />Maybe I'll post some photos, and scribble ideas on them.Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-19820056924439931632009-11-17T16:36:00.002-06:002009-11-17T16:37:03.024-06:00Dear PSS PrimeEvery row on you takes forever and a day. I've been knitting on you for a hundred million years. Why aren't you done yet?Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-70447156680526614772009-11-11T10:30:00.002-06:002009-11-11T10:37:30.008-06:00The Mad Soaper Rides Again!I'm going to make soap this week. It's been too long, and I miss the smell of saponifying oils and the fun of playing with dangerous chemicals in my kitchen.<br /><br />Tonight, I'm going to try melting some dragon's blood resin in a carrier oil, and see if the scent holds true. If it does, tomorrow I'm making dragon's blood soap. If not, well, at least I'll know!Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-5779839593280018752009-11-08T18:46:00.002-06:002009-12-01T11:42:17.377-06:00Jesus fucking christ, HOUSEFIRE!<div class="body forum_post_body"> <p>Today, I tried to make soup. Chicken and dumplings, to be exact, which I have made multiple times and always turns out delicious.</p> <p>Today, it turned out ON FIRE.</p> <p>I had the pot on the stove, as per usual, waiting for it to come to a boil. I was right next to it, making the dumplings. I noticed that the burner was smoking a little, but that happens sometimes so I didn’t worry about it (MISTAKE #1).</p> <p>I figured I’d turn the fan on high, and walked over to the front door to open it, since it seemed like there was maybe a bit too much smoke (MISTAKE #2). By the time I’d opened the door and looked back, flames were coming up from the bottom of the pot.</p> <p>I ran back over and turned off the burner. I remembered that I don’t own a fire extinguisher (MISTAKE #3), but since I wasn’t sure if this counted as an electrical fire figured I’d be better off not throwing water on it regardless.</p> <p>MISTAKE #4 was forgetting that grease fires exist at all, luckily I still somehow did the right thing:</p> <p>Baking soda to the rescue!</p> <p>I always keep a big box in the kitchen for cleaning purposes, so I ripped open the top and started tossing it at the base of the fire (i.e. my stove). When the flames were small enough, I grabbed my potholders and moved the soup to the sink, so I could throw more handfuls of baking soda at the fire. It went out pretty quickly at that point, and things started to disperse, THEN the smoke alarm started going off (Yeah, thanks for the heads-up, smoke alarm, you did a bang-up job there).</p> <p>Then, I decided to sit down quietly for a while, and order a pizza.</p> </div>Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17148183.post-10998491814805817742009-11-08T16:42:00.003-06:002009-11-08T16:53:17.957-06:00New Spinning Wheel!These pictures are, of course, of the new wheel that I got this past weekend. It cost me $50 (I can never turn up a wheel for less than $100, I just can't), and all of the things I needed to spiff it up I already had, leftover from when I refinished Balthazar.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SvdJ0muJ_vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3wnLBMdoqwY/s1600-h/Photo-0456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SvdJ0muJ_vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/3wnLBMdoqwY/s320/Photo-0456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401867446150364914" border="0" /></a><br />For this renovation, I decided to just go with a good coat of paste finishing wax. I had a whole jar of it, it doesn't require a tarp and a driveway, and this wheel didn't look like it was varnished anyway.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SvdJ0X12HEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y9ybhjHw8PY/s1600-h/Photo-0454.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SvdJ0X12HEI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y9ybhjHw8PY/s320/Photo-0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401867442156084290" border="0" /></a><br />I thought about oiling it up first, but then decided against it. The only thing I had in the house was olive oil, and for something as nice as a new wheel I knew that was a bad damn idea.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SvdJ0P-zyPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eVHqd4qrZ2c/s1600-h/Photo-0457.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-EbGsmsBmqY/SvdJ0P-zyPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eVHqd4qrZ2c/s320/Photo-0457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401867440046196978" border="0" /></a>From what I can tell, this is a handmade wheel, probably from some kind of a small manufacturer. There's a roman numeral 13 carved into the underside of the body of the wheel, so I'm going to go ahead and assume she's the 13th one made.<br /><br />I'm thinking of calling her Hestia, as the 13th Olympian, or Ganymede, because he's just so <span style="font-style: italic;">pretty.</span>Persian Pen Namehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05615515718217596202noreply@blogger.com0