This lesson brought to you courtesy of my small but intense panic when my laptop shut off and came up with a "boot drive not found" error, and then a "hard drive not installed" error when I found my way into the diagnostics. Gah.
Happily, it looks like it was just overheated/overhumid and a bit unhappy from some jostling, and it let me boot up a while later. At which point I sacrificed my good USB stick to the whole recovery-media thing pretty damn fast, lemme tell you, while crossing my fingers it wouldn't black-screen at me in the middle. (It did not! \o/) And then once that was safe I updated the backup software to the new version, and here I am.
... and yet, when the laptop popped up a chirpy "there's a new version installed, we need to update your backup media", I nearly hit "remind me later" because I was typing this post. *facepalm* *hits 'update now'*
And, uh, hi!
Yes indeed, I braved the weird, nebulous world of bacteria, and came out with something delicious. 8D I'm super duper pleased.
My mom has been making coconut yogurt for the last few months, and she has a dedicated yogurt maker she got off the internet. I wanted to try making coconut yogurt pretty badly (it's yummy, doesn't contain dairy, and also did I mention yummy?) but I'm not at the "buy lots of equipment" stage of this curiosity. Luckily the internet told me I could do it without, it would just be fussier.
So I did!
It wasn't that "hard" either, although the fussy part was accurate. It involved: 2 cans of coconut milk, 1/3 c. of corn starch, 4 tablespoons of store-bought coconut yogurt as a culture, a candy thermometer, and 24 hours.
(I followed this recipe)
I say followed. I ... mostly followed it. Like I said, I used corn starch as a thickener instead of tapioca starch, since corn starch is what I had on hand. Since this was my first batch, I don't know how it differs. I also only ~mostly~ kept it at 100* for about 11 hours instead of the 12-24 recommended.
24 hours later, I HAVE YOGURT.
I'm... somewhat shocked, and deeply pleased. :D
Imgur is being grumpy so I can't share pics. They'll come later, because I'm deeply pleased with myself. *laughs*
It's boatloads cheaper than buying it from the store.
24 oz plain coconut yogurt: $6.99
Home-made coconut yogurt--
(2) cans of coconut milk: $4.6
1/3 c. corn starch: $.24
Starter: free from now on, so long as I save some yogurt from the current batch
Yields 48 oz plain homemade coconut yogurt!
Per oz. the homemade coconut yogurt is $.10 whereas the store bought is $.29
"Whispers Under Ground" by Ben Aaronovitch
Finished this one (3rd in the Rivers of London series) on Wednesday, and am keenly waiting on the hold list from the library for the audio book of book 4. I enjoyed the plot a lot more than "Moon Over Soho"-- probably because for once it involved magical individuals who didn't exude sex appeal and instead made plates. I feel you, magical individuals. I feel you.
Sadly, though, I appear to have eaten through about half the fic in the fandom. Why so small, fandom! I sort of want to write it, but I have 3 more books and several comics to get through before I'm done with canon!
It's proving to be a very fun ride. :)
That sounds... clinical, doesn't it. That might be half the problem.
I'm doing a year long art project with a friend, hosted on Patreon, and it's been a lovely, fun time. But it's 10 months in. And I'm tired. The work I've been making has been simple and uninspired, and I'm having a hard time sitting down and 'doing the work.'
It's natural for me to want to rest, and resting is important. But it's also tied up with guilt for all the things I 'should' be doing, almost exclusively this means artistically. I don't feel guilt for not sweeping the kitchen. ;P
But jesting aside, it's something I struggle with, and something I need to find peace with.
I feel guilty that:
- I'm not working harder on CC:Otherworld's (that year long project) work
- I'm not spending my other time working on my dreambook project
- I'm behind on a commission
- I haven't put any thought into a poetry coloring book I want to do, either solo or with a friend
- I haven't finished scripting, let alone designing or making, a short fantasy comic
- I haven't posted a art blog update in over a month
- My art newsletter has languished
I'm afraid that I'm forgetting how to draw for fun. Everything I do is "projects."
I want to do all these things.
But I also want to lay on the porch floor, lemonade in hand, and let my cat walk over me. I want to play Pokemon guilt free, and sit on the sofa staring at the wall. I want to not worry about wasting my life, or worry that I'll regret not putting more energy into art and writing. I have things I want to MAKE... but I am tired.
I have a full time job. And friends. And two weddings I'm in this summer, and international travel coming up soon.
But is all this just excuses? Am I living an un-creative life when I could be an Art Jedi?
Welcome to my brain. Here, have a pina colata. You might need it.Sunlight
Is a wonderful thing. I craved it all winter, and now it's here in copious quantities, and I want to soak it all up. We don't have A/C but we haven't melted yet. It's good.
Our backyard is filled with jungle-like life, sun, and a (newly hung) clothesline. Despite my angst above, I'm very content right now. Deeply.
(Note that my roommate's face isn't naturally a blob. I did that just for you. Well. And our anonymity. ;P)
The War of Silver and Ash (15883 words) by astolat
Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Witcher 3 - Fandom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Emhyr var Emreis, Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzieff-Godefroy, Lady Orianna
Additional Tags: Vampires, Toussaint - Freeform, War, Nilfgaard
Series: Part 7 of Witcher works
He hadn’t come here with a contract. He’d come here to get the faces out of his head: the bloodless dead sprawled in heaps through the streets of Beauclair, the morning after the rampage Detlaff had unleashed; the blank eyes of the boy in the orphanage tilting his head to let Orianna drink from his throat, with the lullaby she’d been singing him still hanging in the air.
Wasn’t working that well so far.
Cornyn won't take calls unless you are from Texas.
On the one hand, so awesome that lots of people are coming and using the things and producing research and whatnot--that's what we're for. On the other hand (har har), I've started having some trouble with my cubital tunnel--the nerve that goes through the elbow and can have trouble if you have to keep your elbows tightly bent all the time, like say when doing a lot of close work at a film inspection bench. Ouch.
Also, I had heard that someone donated a piano to my co-op and they were going to put it in a 'piano room' somewhere in one of the high rise buildings, for lessons or whatnot. How nice, I thought vaguely, I wonder where the piano room will be.
WELL LAST NIGHT I SURE FOUND OUT.
Turns out the piano room is what used to be a bike room, directly beneath my bedroom, and with no insulation (which is why my floors can be painfully cold to the feet in winter as all the heat sucks out through the floor). So at about 1am my floor and bed were suddenly playing me VERY LOUD AND EXUBERANT PIANO MUSIC.
I staggered down and knocked on the locked door, and it was opened by a young blond man who stank of liquor. We discussed how his "creative moment" (his words) unfortunately had to stop because I really had to sleep. To his credit, even when (presumably) literally stinking drunk, his piano playing was really very good, and also he apologized and stopped and I eventually fell back asleep.
So, you know. Lots going on around here.
To end on a bright and less wtf moment: I got my Night On Fic Mountain story done! I made marycrawford come up with the summary, which I recommend--stuck on a summary? MAKE MARY DO IT. It's tagged and titled and posted! So I am happy.
And I have an idea for another story hot on the griddle, which I would love to start chomping on, as soon as work lets up a little bit on my face and my nerves let up a little bit on my arms. Can one use Siri as a speech-to-text writing tool I wonder?
My problem is that I'm not really *in* a particular fandom at all. It happens, and it's not the first time, but it makes finding community harder.
Thoughts I've Had This Week:
How interesting it is to watch the 'death' of traditional lesbian culture, and feel like I should be mourning... but not that I am. There are aspects of 'traditional lesbian culture' that I never did and never will fit in with. I'm asexual, so that community was not set up with the narrative that fit with me. And very often those spaces were transphobic in ways I cannot in any way condone. But still, the loss of female-specific spaces (lesbian bars, etc.) is... sad. I hope there's a resurgence. It makes me appreciate WisCon every year so very much.
Books I've Read This Week:
I finished "Moon Over Soho" by Ben Aaronovitch, and am now on the 3rd of the series, "Whispers Under Ground."
I'm enjoying the world quite a lot, and am feeling fannish flutters (I mayyyy have read a bunch of fic and spoiled myself *coughs*) But the plots are sometimes sorta 'meh.' I'm not really into Peter Grant's male gaze very much, although it at least does feel controlled by authorial intent and not just 'a thing that happens.' And I have to admit that, at least at this point in the series, his interest in Beverly Brook weirds me out. She's mentioned to be a teenager, and while it's clear that means high-age teens (18 or 19 I'd guess) that's still pretty young. :/ The whole 'magical creatures generate a glamour that makes people lust for them' trope is getting old.
But, that said, I do really enjoy the world, and most of the characters, and Peter's POV is super fun.
Things I've Watched This Week:
My roommate and I watched "A League of Their Own" last night. It was odd. I guess enjoyable? It's about the first women's baseball league in World War II when all the fellas were sent off to war. They wore skirts, and had to be coached by a very drunk (and young!) Tom Hanks. Ostensibly, it's based in reality, and there's an actual documentary about this period in time with the same title. I think I would have rather watched that instead.
It was very 1992. I don't have a lot of opinions, except that sexism in 1992 was clearly not solved yet either.
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June 08, 2017 at 01:21PM