I can’t make rice & other confessions

  • Awhile ago I bragged about what a divine soup maker I am (as opposed to being the Divine Thing the Soup Dragons sing about). I make great soup but I can’t make rice to save my life. I even have a cute teeny rice cooker and I still manage to screw that up. Whatever genetic material makes one a good maker of rice I am missing. This disappoints me to know end.
  • There’s been some iPhone procurement over at Sister #2’s house which left Max, my thirteen-y-ear-old nephew, the proud owner of Jaycie’s bent and jailbroken iPhone 3G (which was a replacement for her 3Gs some punkass bastard on the activity’s bus ripped off). Maxwell was beatific with his new phone for about 13 hours. Then he bricked the thing and because it’s so bent and beat I’m having a hard time unbricking it.
  • This is the part where I tell you that I have some obsessive aspects of my personality, especially when it comes to electronic things that don’t work. I won’t tell you how much restraint it’s taking to not continue working working working on the phone (which won’t even turn on at this point). I will tell you that the phone is all I’m thinking about.
  • Speaking of obsessive, I’ve been reading Hope: A Tragedy for like a week now. And each night I keep having very angry dreams about the Anti-Guilt Association (which is something my subconscious has made up). This is an Association designed to be against people feeling guilty about stuff (which does, in fact, tie in to the theme of the novel). I have yet to figure out why we’re all so angry about people feeling guilty. Perhaps the dreams will continue even though I’ll finish the book tonight.
(Visited 39 times, 1 visits today)

2 Comments

  1. NBFB 17.Jan.12 at 12:08 pm

    You HAVE to be exaggerating. More than usual I mean…
    Rice + water + turn on.
    How do you screw that up?

    Reply
    1. Jodi 17.Jan.12 at 12:10 pm

      @NBFB, I’m not even kidding! I have no idea how I manage to goof it up. perhaps I’m too impatient? Add too much water? Who the hell knows. What I do know is I will never prepare rice to feed to another human being.

      Reply

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.