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Dec. 23rd, 2006 04:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI have watched the first half of Hogfather. I am undecided if I like it, but I am, however, still in the process of shrieking about how much Nobby Nobbs is love. I am sad. I know. I have not watched the second half due to an Incident with the video player.
Oh dear, I'm doing that thing where I don't tell a story properly.
Erm. I think this post is going to less be the day-to-day story of my mundane life, and instead will contain selected highlights of my life.
Right. A week ago, I was at the Union Staff Christmas party. This was, basically, where all the staff left in St Andrews take over the Union in the happy knowledge that no one is cleaning up the next morning. 'Staff' does not just mean cleaning and bar monkeys. The Union is also where there are an awful lot of offices as well as student worker monkeys. As such, it was an unusual night, but there was a free buffet and some really cheesy music and generally I just had a lovely time.
Simon probably did not, as in the spirit of 'God Hates Us' he has managed to drop scalding water on his foot and has an impressive blister and shoes are fun. Ah well.
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I woke up on Sunday at 10.00am, hit the alarm and rolled back over. Simon pushed me out of bed, muttering about turkey and I stomped off to the kitchen armed with my laptop for music. I did the washing up, made a cup of tea and opened the fridge.
There it was, staring back at me. The turkey, in all it's defrosted glory, was now nicely chilled and ready to go in the oven. The problem was, I'd never done a turkey before and I'd also royally stuffed up every chicken I'd tried to roast in the past. I was, however, remarkably calm, all things considered. I lifted it out of the fridge, took to to the sink, unwrapped it after memorising the suggested cooking times and wahed out the turkey both inside and out. I then did the same again, just in case.
Then I had to hack off off the neck. After two minute lifting the turkey three different ways to work out which bit was which, I gave up and just hacked in general. It was at this point Lesley, The Often Absent Housemate walks in, looks terrified, and backs off again.
I was brandishing a knife and a turkey whilst dressed in my pajamas with last night's make-up on, I realise, but still.
Once this had been done, I had a search from an onion, chopped it in half, and then looked for the suitable orifice in which is insert the onion. I have done this with chicken. Apparently, this turkey was messed up anatomically, because I couldn't get both bits of onion in AT ALL. In the end, I sliced up the remainder and put it around the foil, before wrapping the turkey up and pre-heating the oven.
Luckily, it was worth it. It was the best damned turkey I've ever tasted in my life, and all around lovely day, with the invention of a new Torchwood drinking game. It does like this:
1. Watch Torchwood with group of people.
2. If inspired to shout the word "VILE!" at Owen, drink.
I was so drunk by the end.
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Yesterday was the Visit of YAAAAAY of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tau_sigma to the chilly shores of Liverpool and to me and loneraven. It is cold at the moment due to a fog that has descended over apparently all of England and isn't budging. (Try driving home on it - I think I've lost years off my life due to stress.) However, it was an absolutely lovely day. We all ate far too much food, bitched about the internet and just wandered around. Too short a day, really, and I can't really describe it; we tried to explain the Lamb Banana, the I discussed my theory about mutant squid
("No, honest, I saw a documentary about giant squid!"
"They've never filmed them, though."
"Then it was about a really big squid?")
and the Beatles and lots of silly fun. More days should be like that.
And now it is now. I had a terrible argument with my sister last night because everything she says and does winds me up the wrong way and I don't like how horrible it makes me, so I felt rubbish. Simon was staying over, which made me feel more annoyed with her but argh. Simon staying over was nice though, even if he snores.
Anyway. Today I am going to go and watch Nightmare Before Christmas, and then I'm going to finish that bloody, bloody Madame Bovary essay. I'm at the point where I don't care how awful it is, I just want it FINISHED. Also, Christmas in two days, WTFBBQ?
(Helen; anonymous comments are screened on this post, so you know.)
Oh dear, I'm doing that thing where I don't tell a story properly.
Erm. I think this post is going to less be the day-to-day story of my mundane life, and instead will contain selected highlights of my life.
Right. A week ago, I was at the Union Staff Christmas party. This was, basically, where all the staff left in St Andrews take over the Union in the happy knowledge that no one is cleaning up the next morning. 'Staff' does not just mean cleaning and bar monkeys. The Union is also where there are an awful lot of offices as well as student worker monkeys. As such, it was an unusual night, but there was a free buffet and some really cheesy music and generally I just had a lovely time.
Simon probably did not, as in the spirit of 'God Hates Us' he has managed to drop scalding water on his foot and has an impressive blister and shoes are fun. Ah well.
--
I woke up on Sunday at 10.00am, hit the alarm and rolled back over. Simon pushed me out of bed, muttering about turkey and I stomped off to the kitchen armed with my laptop for music. I did the washing up, made a cup of tea and opened the fridge.
There it was, staring back at me. The turkey, in all it's defrosted glory, was now nicely chilled and ready to go in the oven. The problem was, I'd never done a turkey before and I'd also royally stuffed up every chicken I'd tried to roast in the past. I was, however, remarkably calm, all things considered. I lifted it out of the fridge, took to to the sink, unwrapped it after memorising the suggested cooking times and wahed out the turkey both inside and out. I then did the same again, just in case.
Then I had to hack off off the neck. After two minute lifting the turkey three different ways to work out which bit was which, I gave up and just hacked in general. It was at this point Lesley, The Often Absent Housemate walks in, looks terrified, and backs off again.
I was brandishing a knife and a turkey whilst dressed in my pajamas with last night's make-up on, I realise, but still.
Once this had been done, I had a search from an onion, chopped it in half, and then looked for the suitable orifice in which is insert the onion. I have done this with chicken. Apparently, this turkey was messed up anatomically, because I couldn't get both bits of onion in AT ALL. In the end, I sliced up the remainder and put it around the foil, before wrapping the turkey up and pre-heating the oven.
Luckily, it was worth it. It was the best damned turkey I've ever tasted in my life, and all around lovely day, with the invention of a new Torchwood drinking game. It does like this:
1. Watch Torchwood with group of people.
2. If inspired to shout the word "VILE!" at Owen, drink.
I was so drunk by the end.
--
Yesterday was the Visit of YAAAAAY of
tau_sigma to the chilly shores of Liverpool and to me and loneraven. It is cold at the moment due to a fog that has descended over apparently all of England and isn't budging. (Try driving home on it - I think I've lost years off my life due to stress.) However, it was an absolutely lovely day. We all ate far too much food, bitched about the internet and just wandered around. Too short a day, really, and I can't really describe it; we tried to explain the Lamb Banana, the I discussed my theory about mutant squid("No, honest, I saw a documentary about giant squid!"
"They've never filmed them, though."
"Then it was about a really big squid?")
and the Beatles and lots of silly fun. More days should be like that.
And now it is now. I had a terrible argument with my sister last night because everything she says and does winds me up the wrong way and I don't like how horrible it makes me, so I felt rubbish. Simon was staying over, which made me feel more annoyed with her but argh. Simon staying over was nice though, even if he snores.
Anyway. Today I am going to go and watch Nightmare Before Christmas, and then I'm going to finish that bloody, bloody Madame Bovary essay. I'm at the point where I don't care how awful it is, I just want it FINISHED. Also, Christmas in two days, WTFBBQ?
(Helen; anonymous comments are screened on this post, so you know.)
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Date: 2006-12-23 05:46 pm (UTC)Big props to you on the turkey :D
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Date: 2006-12-23 07:36 pm (UTC)- Watch Torchwood with group of people.
- If inspired to shout the word "VILE!" at Owen, drink.
I was so drunk by the end.Hehe. Amusement.
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Date: 2006-12-23 11:10 pm (UTC)we tried to explain the Lamb Banana - I have another theory. The spirit of Liverpool is drunken hallucinations? Or maybe it's ineffable.
I was quite undecided on Hogfather too, but in the end I think I mostly enjoyed it because just so much of the script is verbatim from Pterry's dialogue and it is just so good. Also, the end is great. I hope you can watch it soon.