Friday, February 20, 2004
Steamer baskets: They bring out the color!
Poor Robovend. From those humble beginnings to being lynched by the wicked Robotanians (their country's main export is dismay). What an end for such a noble coffeemaker. But that's not what I want to talk about tonight. I'd much rather talk about veggie steamer baskets and how much your day can be improved by sleeping in.
The steamer basket is basically just a metal thing with holes in it that can hold things above boiling water. In this way, does your food get cooked by steam power alone. It's the trend of the future! One of the curious side-effects of steam cookery however, is that if you were to say, make broccoli this way, it turns green. I don't mean green in that it is already green, but rather green. Green cranked to 11. Bright forest green. How the steam manages to seep into this vegetable and coax out all the colour (and by extension, flavour) is beyond me. A miracle of science for sure though.
As for the sleeping in stuff, you are probably already aware of the benefits to waking up in your own time, well rested and with the sun already up. Do note that this is in contrast to being rudely woken by a loud, shrill noise, still groggy and it still being, for all intents and purposes, night out. The tricky thing though, is that normally one only gets to benefit from said "happy waking up" on weekends. Well, due to an unforeseen alarm clock button-pressy-error, I got to have that happen to me this morning. Of course, most of the "happy" was removed and replaced with "panic", but it's still more pleasant than the alternative. Plus, I got to work almost full hour less today (since I arrived an hour late, but still sneaked out only about 10 minutes later than I normally leave). Yes, I am a horrible person, and I do feel guilty for all this, but seeing as how nobody seemed to care, and that I get paid for the time anyways (no time cards for me... and even if I did, it would be the same hours every day for simplicity) all is forgiven. Well, I forgive myself. Can't speak for all of you.
Club Soda and Gunbound
Match made in heaven if you ask me. And since by coming here, you basically are asking me. See, club soda, oddly enough, is one of my favorite things to drink of late (beer tops it though). The reason why is that it tastes good and is fizzy, but is basically just water. So I come closer to that mythical 8 glasses a day, but it seems like I'm drinking pop. Another plus is that since it's just water, I don't need to rinse the cans before I add them to my wall. See, I'm barricading the cupboards in my kitchen, and have almost filled a full row. The goal is to get 3 to 4 rows deep before moving out.
Now what does one do when drinking their beverage you might ask. Well, since I have to work most days, going partying is somewhat out, so Gunbound has arisen to fill the gap. I usually get about an hour in or so a night, unless something else comes up. This game is highly addictive, and deservedly so. The simple games are some of the best (or so I have found) and Gunbound is one of the simpler ones. Sure, there are a plethora of options and things to pick from, but at heart, it is your simple artillery game where you choose an angle and a power level and try to hit the other tank. Give it a download some time.
Corners of a sphere.
That is, only if you see the internet as a sphere. It could just as well be a cube or a rhombus. Or maybe a vast expanse of nothing, the likes of which you might experience here. I so very much would like to try one of these things, since I'm interested to find out just how buggy I would go if I were to just turn the world off. I'm guessing I'd start talking to myself and imagining conversations, but one can only hypothesize. Maybe one day these will come to Canada, but even then probably only in Vancouver.
For some, it is only a breakfast food. For others, it's a way of life. Yes, your favorite form of bread is not honored in full online form with this tribute to toast. I'm sure everything you ever wanted to know about toast can be found through here, and probably some other stuff you can't. Sometimes I ever doubt that you can find literally anything on the internet, but remembering sites like this always alleviate such fears.
Another blog for y'all: Plastic. Yet another active member of the blogsphere, and one that focusses more on links than anything else. Plastic also seems to be insanely popular and worth a look, if only to see what thing they're serving up today. (Top story today is about classical music. I'll talk about that later.)
And without further ado, it's over. ¶ 6:09 p.m.
"'Dear Mr. Mayor, when John Lennon said that the Beatles were bigger than God, he overstated the issue. I am sure we can agree on that. But when I say that the Jonesco Robovend is at least on nodding terms at the local shop with a certain Jesus H. Christ, I'm simply stating a fact."
-Tim, from Scary Go Round
Poor Robovend. From those humble beginnings to being lynched by the wicked Robotanians (their country's main export is dismay). What an end for such a noble coffeemaker. But that's not what I want to talk about tonight. I'd much rather talk about veggie steamer baskets and how much your day can be improved by sleeping in.
The steamer basket is basically just a metal thing with holes in it that can hold things above boiling water. In this way, does your food get cooked by steam power alone. It's the trend of the future! One of the curious side-effects of steam cookery however, is that if you were to say, make broccoli this way, it turns green. I don't mean green in that it is already green, but rather green. Green cranked to 11. Bright forest green. How the steam manages to seep into this vegetable and coax out all the colour (and by extension, flavour) is beyond me. A miracle of science for sure though.
As for the sleeping in stuff, you are probably already aware of the benefits to waking up in your own time, well rested and with the sun already up. Do note that this is in contrast to being rudely woken by a loud, shrill noise, still groggy and it still being, for all intents and purposes, night out. The tricky thing though, is that normally one only gets to benefit from said "happy waking up" on weekends. Well, due to an unforeseen alarm clock button-pressy-error, I got to have that happen to me this morning. Of course, most of the "happy" was removed and replaced with "panic", but it's still more pleasant than the alternative. Plus, I got to work almost full hour less today (since I arrived an hour late, but still sneaked out only about 10 minutes later than I normally leave). Yes, I am a horrible person, and I do feel guilty for all this, but seeing as how nobody seemed to care, and that I get paid for the time anyways (no time cards for me... and even if I did, it would be the same hours every day for simplicity) all is forgiven. Well, I forgive myself. Can't speak for all of you.
Club Soda and Gunbound
Match made in heaven if you ask me. And since by coming here, you basically are asking me. See, club soda, oddly enough, is one of my favorite things to drink of late (beer tops it though). The reason why is that it tastes good and is fizzy, but is basically just water. So I come closer to that mythical 8 glasses a day, but it seems like I'm drinking pop. Another plus is that since it's just water, I don't need to rinse the cans before I add them to my wall. See, I'm barricading the cupboards in my kitchen, and have almost filled a full row. The goal is to get 3 to 4 rows deep before moving out.
Now what does one do when drinking their beverage you might ask. Well, since I have to work most days, going partying is somewhat out, so Gunbound has arisen to fill the gap. I usually get about an hour in or so a night, unless something else comes up. This game is highly addictive, and deservedly so. The simple games are some of the best (or so I have found) and Gunbound is one of the simpler ones. Sure, there are a plethora of options and things to pick from, but at heart, it is your simple artillery game where you choose an angle and a power level and try to hit the other tank. Give it a download some time.
Corners of a sphere.
That is, only if you see the internet as a sphere. It could just as well be a cube or a rhombus. Or maybe a vast expanse of nothing, the likes of which you might experience here. I so very much would like to try one of these things, since I'm interested to find out just how buggy I would go if I were to just turn the world off. I'm guessing I'd start talking to myself and imagining conversations, but one can only hypothesize. Maybe one day these will come to Canada, but even then probably only in Vancouver.
For some, it is only a breakfast food. For others, it's a way of life. Yes, your favorite form of bread is not honored in full online form with this tribute to toast. I'm sure everything you ever wanted to know about toast can be found through here, and probably some other stuff you can't. Sometimes I ever doubt that you can find literally anything on the internet, but remembering sites like this always alleviate such fears.
Another blog for y'all: Plastic. Yet another active member of the blogsphere, and one that focusses more on links than anything else. Plastic also seems to be insanely popular and worth a look, if only to see what thing they're serving up today. (Top story today is about classical music. I'll talk about that later.)
And without further ado, it's over. ¶ 6:09 p.m.
