For the Birds

LizzieLou | nablopomo | Wednesday, November 28th, 2012

I do not want to work today. I would like to go for a walk and draw pictures and knit polar bears and read science books and watch zombie television shows and play video games and bake more crackers and enjoy hot beverages with friends. Boo working!

You’re a Wanker, (Bus) Number Nine

LizzieLou | nablopomo,neighbors | Tuesday, November 27th, 2012

I knew things weren’t going to be good when I got to the bus stop this morning and there was already a gaggle of people standing there. Clearly, this was indicative of a transit problem. After too long, a bus pulled up and we all got on. I landed one of the old people seats in the front so that was cool, but then at the next stop, one of those old people needed to get on. I got up and went to stand in the back with another older lady and a blue-haired chick. The delays mounted as it took forever for the oldster and his Rascal ™ to get situated in the front. The lady next to me started hollering for the driver to open the back door. She’d had enough, I presumed, and decided to wait for the next bus. The driver didn’t hear her, so the blue-haired chick took gave a holler too. She had lungs. The door popped open and the lady got out, grumbling, and finally we started moving again. At the next stop, with another dozen or more people crowding on, I started to think that lady had the right idea. Sure enough, I could just make out the next bus coming over the hill behind, so I hollered for the driver to open the back door, but the driver didn’t hear me. Then I heard the blue-haired chick inhale. The sound started somewhere from the middle of her small body, some other-worldly cavernous sound-making place, and funneled out her mouth in a melodic resonant stream that rushed forward in a whoosh so clear that the whole bus was filled with the sound of “OPEN THE BACK DOOR PLEASE!” In the hush that followed the door popped open and I said, “Thanks! You’re really good at that!” She shrugged and said, “It’s my job.” That left me wondering as I waited alone at the stop for the next over-crowded bus to come by, “What sort of job would that be…? Opera singer? Soccer coach? … Yodeler? ”

It’s a Letter, Man

LizzieLou | crafty,nablopomo | Saturday, November 24th, 2012


This is my first real “intarsia” project, with the multiple strands of colors all hanging like spaghetti from the back of the design in progress. All I can say is, “whew” and “not as bad as I thought it would be.”

( And since Lolly wasn’t the only one who thought I was trying to spell out “hi” with the yellow yarn, I’ll point out that the letter inside the diamond is a “J.” )

Black Friday

LizzieLou | nablopomo | Friday, November 23rd, 2012

I don’t recall when the day after the holiday became more than the holiday itself. There used to be sales, the start of the xmas shopping season, the day after Thanksgiving. This I know. But how did it become such A Thing? Why do people have to go to work at 2330 in order to open the doors of the department store for shoppers at MIDNIGHT?

Yes, I realize that this is not a novel idea to blab about today, the whole W.T.F. of it all, but I can’t help it. Maybe it is because I generally dislike shopping that the ability to comprehend this mania, or empathize with its enthusiasts, eludes me.

That said, Lolly did find a good deal on some Tom Douglas’ seasonings at the Co-op this morning.

Gone Crackers

LizzieLou | eats!,nablopomo,Uncategorized | Wednesday, November 21st, 2012

Not all cooking endeavors result in success….

Got No Time

LizzieLou | nablopomo | Tuesday, November 20th, 2012

Missing a date. Gotta work to keep myself employed today. Deadlines! Deadlines!

A Short List of Some Recurring Dream Themes in Alphabetical Order

LizzieLou | dreams,nablopomo | Monday, November 19th, 2012

Celebrity Friends : Hey, you, famous person, and me, we’re just hangin’ out like pals, like buds. I don’t care that you’re famous. We’re cool like that.

Hero : Don’t worry! I’ll save you. Maybe I’ll fight some people. Maybe I’ll call 911. Maybe I will lift this heavy object or jump through this window. Rawr!

My Cats : They’re outside. Why are they out there? How did they get there? Ohmygod I have to get them. Oh no! They’re out again!

Other Cats : Oh so cute! No wait. Not quite cute. Sorta weird looking: tiny coffee bean eyes, a mouth full of human baby teeth, extra pointy snout. Oh well. Nice kitties

Public Restrooms : Filth! No privacy! Filth! Ugh! Filth!

Sorry : I know we haven’t spoken to each other in forever. Perhaps you’ve moved away. Perhaps I’ve moved on. Either way, it’s kinda nice to see you here.

Working : I’m there already and I haven’t even gotten out of bed yet? And now I need to get up and go there again? Bummer.

CHX Recipe

LizzieLou | eats!,nablopomo | Sunday, November 18th, 2012

Here are my instructions. Actually they are America’s Test Kitchen’s instructions, more or less, but people have asked me, so I’m sharing.

need: large iron skillet
-chicken, Miss Roaster or Miss Fryer (about 5 pounds)
-oil (grapeseed or olive or whatever)
-salt, pepper, seasoning (nothing sugary)
-lemons and sage leaves optional

do: heat oven, with skillet inside it, to 450F
-rinse and dry chicken
-bend the wings back and tie the ankles together
-oil and season (stuff with cut-up lemons and sage)
-put backside down in hot pan
-cook for 30 minutes
-open window and put on fan to blow “flavor cloud” away from smoke alarm
-after 30 mins, turn off oven and let chicken stay there for 30 more minutes
-don’t get burned when removing hot splattery heavy chicken from oven
-remove from pan to rest for a little
-put cats upstairs
-give wings to lolly

-you will have to clean your oven, but you will have yummy chicken to eat in the meantime

additional note:
-definitely don’t wait too long to do that oven cleaning especially if you do this recipe several times or else you will have to open all the windows and disable the smoke detectors for 6 hours or more

What’s For Dinner: Orb Challenge

LizzieLou | eats!,nablopomo | Saturday, November 17th, 2012

Lemons. Brussel spouts. Eggs.

This afternoon Lolly asked me if I wouldn’t mind doing dinner. We wanted to try a new chicken recipe with lemons and sage and wanted to make some brussel sprouts again like we did last month (but better). Also, I had hard boiled some eggs earlier with the idea of deviling them, so those got added to the queue as well. All possessing elements of orbishness.

I’ve been doing a lot of cooking lately (more on that later) so this wasn’t the most challenging of challenges, and I think it all turned out okay. I documented the process in case something exciting happened —

— But nothing too much did. Goodness was achieved, and lots of left-overs.

I also asked Lolly to take some photos of me while I was cooking. Here’s her contribution . . .

Don’t Go There

LizzieLou | inappropriate,nablopomo | Friday, November 16th, 2012

Lolly sez not to talk about poop. Whether it is a) ranting about people leaving their dog poop in the alleyway or b) divulging my recurring dirty-public-restroom nightmares, she thinks it is not appropriate to go there. Reasons for this include, but are not limited to, a) “That’s gross, Honey. Nobody wants to read about that;” or, b) “That’s not something you want to share with people and besides it’s obviously all about your anal retentiveness and fear of losing of control and there’s nothing new or interesting about that and you’ll just make it worse and give yourself more nightmares.”

So, sorry. I can’t write a blog post that has anything to do with poop. If you feel like you’ve missed out on something, some potentially humorous scatology, you’ll have to take it up with Lolly. Who you probably actually agree with anyway, so then I’m sorry I said anything about it at all. Okay?


Geez. I said I was sorry already.

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