My mom had a lot of high windows in her last house. So she collected colored glass jugs and pitchers. They were very pretty when the sun shined through them.

I'm up waiting for a technician to come check my internet. But it's zippy again, so I am wondering if they did something remotely. But they haven't let me know they aren't coming....

This may be relevant to some people's interests here: http://thisismyj.am/ (Via erinaceous on twitter)

I get a 404 from that link, Jesse.

Hmph. Try this one? [link] I just wanted to point out the actual URL. (And I edited the last post, so it should work now.)

Okay, the links along the bottom of the screen might be the funniest part of the whole thing.

So she collected colored glass jugs and pitchers. They were very pretty when the sun shined through them.

I had two glass walls bare in my last apartment, walling off one side of my strange glass cell, and I considered shelves with apothecary bottles lining them, for privacy's sake, but not losing light, and then I remembered it was earthquake country, and I wouldn't have that architectural feature forever anyway, and what would I do with the plethora of bottles then? Still, I was in love with the idea for a good while.

In semi-related news, I bought jam yesterday. Well, preserves. Nom.

There is a brand of bouillon cube that is both vegan and gluten-free, called Not Chik'n,

I am super psyched to try this. I have been using Pacific broth, but I'd rather not use all that aseptic packaging. Not to mention suffering fewer creatures to die for me.

Woot. I really do learn all the best stuff here.

I'll admit I'm fond of a good butter dish myself, but I think if you use it regularly you need at least two so you can swap out the dirty for a clean one immediately and don't need to wait to wash it.

Dang y'all, posting about which deaths you remember? On Thanksgiving no less! I find that amusing somehow. I could never forget John Lennon's death, mostly because I, like many of my friends, wore black the next day and we had a test in history class but the teacher rescheduled it since we were all in mourning. I remember the moon landings because my mom would wake us up so we could watch them. We had a huge map of the moon on the wall, and my mom would put a pin in to mark where they had landed. Challenger I remember vividly. And I remember the Nixon impeachment quite well.

Bob Marley's death I remember. We wore black armbands for a week, and Nadine Sutherland (yes, I'm calling you out, bitch¹) was rude to me and said I didn't have the right to wear one, because I wasn't a real Jamaican.

WTF? I go into the doctor, he asks for tests, and office policy is they'll call if there's anything important. So I do my normal haphazard filing with the results, which is to sort them, but not open them. Well, I just opened them, and apparently I have gallstones and a renal cyst. Uh, okay, maybe I don't have serious gallstones or a major kidney cyst (which I now have to look up), but surely they warrant a bit of conversation started by him? No?

Ah, well. Something else for my to do list. Follow up on abnormal but not noteworthy ultrasound results.

¹: I'd let it go, but she said this year that she'd never been anything but nice to me, but that's just a local celebrity covering her ass. So, whatevs, Nadders.