Saturday, October 30, 2010

Overcast and loving it.

I am a breakfast whore.  The man says so.  Well, he didn't use the word 'whore'...

Walked through Golden Gate Park on my to the grocery store.   

I never get tired of Ocean Beach.  I especially love the overcast days, so long as it's not raining.

In my own little universe.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

I should really change my name to Breakfastgurl.

It's going to be gray all weekend, I hear.  It's alright though.
 I have Oat Bran pancakes!

 Since I still lack a coffee table, I'm using a bamboo ottoman and this fun tray to eat on. 
Add a few banana slices and a drizzle of sugar-free, low-cal syrup and I'm good to go! 
Try not to go blind from the odd color scheme going on here.

This one is for you, babe.

Friday, October 22, 2010

I have one more tomato left in the fridge so I'm gonna try frying it.  I'm thinking of either using an egg wash or plain flour to coat the slices.  My mouth is watering already.

I've added a few more Paris blogs to my Google Reader, and two of them are dessert-oriented.  I enjoy torturing myself with big and beautiful pics of pastel-hued macaroons, eclairs, and other sinful delights, especially on Gym days.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Around 7:45 am, a student comes down to the front desk with a wall clock in hand.  "It's not working." he says.

I blink in response.  "I think the battery is dead." he goes on.  Passing behind him with is one of the directors whose office is practically behind the front desk.

"If it's dead, why is the second hand moving?" I ask.  The student looks at the clock and comments, "Hm.  Now it's working.  Wasn't before."

"Uh-huh."  I've already begun to ignore him in favor of watching other students who are presenting their IDs to me as they pass.  The student with the wall clock goes back upstairs and the minute he leaves, the director who had been watching the brief exchange starts laughing.

3 minutes later, the same student comes back with the same clock.  "It's really not working." 

"Go to the admin office and asks if they have batteries."  Yes, it's a brush-off, but nowhere in my job description does it say that I'm responsible for the upkeep of the buildings' wall clocks.  I am not your mother, nor am I maintenance, so please don't treat me as such or all you'll get from me is Snarky-Ms.SnarksAlot.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My sweet tooth will be the death of me.

Daydreaming of pastel-colored pastries right now.  Eclairs, macaroons, and last week's red velvet cake.  I blame parisbreakfasts for this.  I'm fighting the urge to drop by Safeway after work to buy a muffin pan and brownie mix. 
Hang on!  I have pancake mix at home!  Sa-weeeeeeeeeet!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Going to a swanky event with my Mother-in-law, but at a loss as to what to wear.  I have a three hours till she comes to pick me up, so I have time to play dress-up.  Sipping on a smoothie made of carrot juice, Greek yogurt, and one banana. 

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Fifteen minutes ago, I was half-listening to an instructor talk to his class about John Singer Sargent, the artist who painted the lovely Madame X.  It was interrupted by the loud chatter of the cleaning lady and a deliveryman who planted themselves right outside of the classroom.  This prompted the instructor to close the door on them and ME.  *sigh*

Friday, October 8, 2010

I'm going to delve into the volatile realm of cult film and put Gradiva ((C'est Gradiva qui vous appelle) in my Netflix queue.  It was released in 2006 and it was directed by Alain Robbe Grillet.  James Wilby is the only recognizeable face in the credits.

I've read the plot synopsis, read all the reviews, and watched a few vids online.  I'm still 'all systems go' to watch this film, despite my queasiness over the subject matter...and other things.  Curiousity is getting the better of me.  That and the need to hear Wilby speak French..  Hopefully one viewing will be enough for me.  It's kinda like debating whether or not to read my husband's copy of HP Lovecraft's Necronomicon :  'I kinda want to read it but I'm kinda scared to read it....It looks interesting but I think reading it may open a portal to Hell or turn me into a tentacle Cthulu Dunwich Horror thing...'  Kinda like that, except I'm afraid of turning into an unapologetic perv. 
Gah!  I'm an adult!  I can do this!

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Blue Angels are back in town!  Big Ole jet planes swooping the city!
This reminds me of the previous Fleet Week here in SF.  I was on Polk St. doing a little thrift shopping that weekend, and all you could hear outside were the jets.  I overheard some flaky chick in a knit cap with cat ears and too much green eyeshadow remark to herself, "Fuck you, I hope you crash."  Kids.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

*le sigh*

It's hard having spurts of romanticism when all you have to share them with is your former housemate's cat.  I really miss my man.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Breakfast consisted of a bagel with cream cheese on one side, butter on the other, and coffee, all on a tray, and eaten on the living room floor.  I think that I'm going to need a good, cheap vacuum more than a coffee table.

Also baked a red velvet cake over the weekend.  Should have really invested in cream cheese frosting instead of chocolate. 

Friday, October 1, 2010

Really, really, really gotta stop watching the news all the time.

This world could really use an alien invasion ala Independence Day right now.  Or a zombie apocalypse.  Something that will unite the entire world in order to defend the human race.