I spend a lot of time on the internet. I know everyone spends a lot of time on the internet. But see, I don’t have a boss to tell me I should stop goofing off. So being of weak moral fiber, I spend vast amounts of time reading the news, checking blogs and watching silly cat videos. Somehow, I still manage to get as much work done as when I had a boss. Weird.
Here’s some stuff I looked at this week.
Local fashionable frugalista Sara Tetreault at Going Gingham has a handy post on stocking and organizing camping supplies. See, we sort of do this too, but without all the stocking and organizing. For our first camp trip this year, we forgot our camp stove, charcoal, and dutch oven. Why? Because it’s always with the rest of our camp stuff. Even if we don’t remember putting those items in the car, they had to be in there somewhere, right? Right? Also, last year, we remembered our tent, but forgot our tent poles. We suck at camping.
A few weeks ago, I got myself an old rocking chair to sit and read and rock in. As soon as we had it in the house, I realized it was soaked with cigarette smoke. This chair is a little flimsy and busted up anyway. The varnish is worn away in some places and crackling and sticky in other places. I need to reinforce it and I was thinking I would refinish it. I was hoping to avoid lots of sanding and priming and painting multiple layers of paint.
I don’t have natural creativity when it comes to decorating or home design. I figured I’d fix up this chair and just paint it an austere black and give it a bright cushion. But then I saw someone on Apartment Therapy refinish a granny chair and now I’m inspired to do something a little more ambitious. If I’m going to take the time to fix it up, I may as well go epic. I’m sure I will write about it in 2012 or 2013 when I finally get to it.
@betsywhim tweeted a link I couldn’t resist following: If Your Site Is Full Of Assholes, It’s Your Fault. I’ve had many, many conversations about how awful people can be in comments and forums when the internet gives them a veneer of anonymity. It makes me fear for our species. In the absence of rules, (or an enforced moderation policy), we are primates that will descend into chaos and eagerly take the first opportunity fling digital poo at each other. I’d like to think it’s just a personality type that is over represented in these types of outlets. But if those voices are allowed to crowd out civilized discussion, then I ask you, what’s the fucking point?
I have to remember that the internet is just pretend, like cartoons. Jerry can’t really hit Tom in the face with a frying pan. He can only pick up the pan because he’s a cartoon mouse. The internet is full of cartoon mice with frying pans. You just think about that for a while.
While I wrote this post, I made the following recipe and I ate it for breakfast. I like it.
Except I used marionberries.
1 cup yogurt, non fat plain (or sour cream, or buttermilk)
3 tablespoons vegetable oil
1 cups flour
1/2 cup rolled oats
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 1/2 c. blueberries, or any other berry you want. This is America. Are you going to let a goddamned recipe tell you what berry to use?
1/3 c. walnuts
1/4 c. flour
1/4 c. brown sugar
1/4 rolled oats
2 tablespoon butter
Mix all ingredients for batter folding in berries in last, be gentle.
Combine topping ingredients.
Preheat oven to 375.
Butter or spray with cooking spray, 9 x 9 inch pan.
Pour batter in, sprinkle topping and spread evenly over cake. Bake at 375 for 35-40 minutes.
This recipe says it’s “lowfat.” But we’re still gaining weight because we bake stuff like this. But it was delicious. And what did I say earlier? I have weak moral fiber.