Zip Ode

The Zip Ode thing. I've been meaning to craft my own.  Here goes.

When your code

Has two, count them, two, zeroes,

Your poem has weird empty spaces.

Can You Add to the List?

A friend of mine and I somehow wound up talking about products that are called by their "not technically true" names.  We came up with:

Any tissues: Kleenex 

Any cotton swabs: Q-Tips

Any clear tape: Scotch tape

Any plastic wrap: Saran Wrap

Any window cleaner: Windex

Any adhesive bandages: Band-aids

Any petroleum jelly: Vaseline

A Perk of Being an Only Child

Do y'all remember these?

Growing up, my friends with siblings hated them, because they'd have to break them in half to share.  If you did get a whole one to yourself, you had to eat it quickly or it would melt.  I have a clear, vivid memory of my friends' little brother with orange streaks down his arms and all over his hands.  When the Popsicle Man comes around, get a Nutty Buddy or a Rocket Pop;  much harder to halve.  (Even an ice cream sandwich can be split in two.)

Trial

About five minutes of my day today was spent making this.

Only it didn't come out at all bread-like.  It has the consistency and flavor of really, really good cheese grits.  (I added cheese instead of herbs or other flavorings.)  That may have something to do with my baking it in the air fryer instead of the oven.  Not that I'm complaining --- what I have is delicious.

This is happening here as I post;  I thought about joining the protests against the appearance, but Vance simply isn't worth my time.  Besides, all those empty seats say enough.

 

Time Spent

I'm still working through all the Artemis II footage, and getting teary over and over.   Commander Wiseman keeping this little plush toy with him at all times was too much.

Rise was designed by a second-grader.

A quiet Sunday here.  Laundry, sorting out things for a possible yard sale, knitting two more rows on a hat.  It's bulky yarn on size 11 needles, and I'm wondering if thinner yarn and smaller needles would be more comfortable.  When your two favorite hobbies involve using your hands, and it hurts to use your hands --- well, your fingers --- every day is filled with uselessness, frustration, and boredom.

Creations

Today, I put my mini-Bundt cake maker to work.

That first-pancake-is-the-worst axiom holds for little Bundts.  All of them came out with perfectly golden bottoms, but the tops varied in color.  I got 14 out of a single box of Betty Crocker mix.  I'll frost/ice them as they're eaten.

Do you say "frosting" or "icing"?  I use both.

My animals on couches fascination continues. This one is technically animals over couches:

It's entirely possible that I'm getting more wall art than will fit in a Tiny House.

Done, But Not Quite Dusted

 Finally got modern this afternoon, as the ATT tech hooked up the fiber optic cable.  It only took about 2 1/2 hours.  He was friendly and knowledgeable and smelled great.  I didn't mention that last one to him, as I know that's creepy, but it was true.

All Georgia eyes are on Augusta thus weekend, I suppose.  I've only driven kind-of-by-yet-kind-of-through Augusta, and it's pretty, but no way would I fight all that this weekend.

I've never been a particular fan of crowds, but growing age has meant diminishing patience with them.  People, parking, perspiration...  Hard nope.

Give me a nice view of, oh, I don't know, maybe something like this:

There's more entertainment, and more interesting thoughts to think about there than in craning to see over people shouting, "GET IN THE HOLE!" after every shot.  (But y'all keep on selling cheap beer, The Masters.  Then complain about the galleries not being couth and gentlemanly.)

Education

Reading a book (actually re-reading, which is something I simply don't do) about the creation of the Oxford English Dictionary should certainly lead to learning new words.  Today's new word, though, comes from taxonomy.  "Vampyropod."  My tendency is to like words that look unique and are fun to say, so vampyropod fits right in.  (Not providing a photo here, because some of you might get squicked out.  You can look it up if you're curious.)

You can also look up "autopenectomy" if you're so inclined.  Not as interesting a word to me, but I am intrigued by how/why a man would make that decision.

The Younger...

...follows the example of the Older.  Only littler, 'cause I'm the Younger.

Twinnie's Easter Bundt cake inspired me to buy myself a mini Bundt maker.  😋  That makes a mini Bundt, mini waffle iron, ultra-slim toaster, little egg cooker --- with, you know, Tiny House in mind.  Plus, it's just me here.  Why do I need big appliances?  Yeah, my air fryer and microwave and bread machine are "regulation size," but they're for later days.

Still watching the Artemis mission.  Excellent tweets yesterday, combining abiding wonder and concern:

The photography beaming down is spectacular.

Ship, moon, Earth.  

Some of us remember the original Earthrise photo.  Here's the latest:

This tickles me:

They have their phones with them!  Millions of dollars on the highest high-def cameras for the flight, and they snap pictures of the moon with their I-phones.  Have I mentioned I love this stuff?

We Should Be Able to Reset

 Just before I got out of bed today, I stretched my legs straight out, and both my knees popped.  It wasn't painful, but it was loud enough to wake Tap up and set him barking.  Anything that can be construed as a knock sends him immediately into sentry mode.

Also dog-adjacent:  Although I am by and large satisfied with and mystified by the human body, I do feel there is one design flaw.  Humans should be able to do this:

A physical, mental, emotional reset.  Plus, it looks like great fun.