I'm in a weird place that I haven't been in for over 12 years. A vacation week before I start a new job. I've dubbed this period "Project Layabout," but I've actually been quite productive. Boring-productive, like putting in new shelf liner, but productive all the same.
My finest moment during Project Layabout has been the creation of the amazingly awesome music game #MusicAdvent (thanks to @sine_qua or the name/hashtag). It's like an advent calendar, except it's cool if you're atheist and there's no chocolate behind little doors. Here's how it works:
- Every day, from December 1 through December 25, each participant will tweet a favorite song. Not an Xmas song (at least I hope not), just a really great song.
- Each day represents a different year, in order. December 1 is 1989, December 2 is 1990, ... December 24 is 2012, Xmas day is 2013.
- Each participant (thanks to @merveille) gets one Prince card. The Prince card (a Prince song of the participant's choice) can be used when the participant can't think of a good song from the day's required year.
- I will (try to remember to) retweet, without username, the songs of any participant who keeps their tweets private, so as to share the songs with everyone in the game while maintaining people's privacy. (If this game actually takes off, or if I am too busy in my new job, or if I hate your songs, I may not be able to keep this part up.)
We start Sunday! Don't forget to use #MusicAdvent on your tweets!
I've been trying really hard to work out 5-6 days a week, and not scarf down stupid amounts of bad food as soon as I'm done. I needed something convenient and something I'd actually look forward to eating. I started making a bunch of these pretty yogurt parfaits on Sunday nights so I have them all week long.
For about 120 calories, you get:
- 10 chocolate Teddy Grahams crushed up for the bottom crust. You'd be amazed at how good this is when the yogurt gets it a little mushy. So good. So so good.
- 6-or-so ounces of Dannon Light & Fit vanilla yogurt. Other kinds have better ingredients but more calories, pick your poison.
- Tons of fruit on the top. I've done it with chopped fresh cherries, frozen mixed berries, and fresh whole blueberries. All have been great, though the frozen does add some liquid to the mix when it thaws.
- All in a cute 8-ish-ounce Weck canning jar! All you Ball mason jar hipsters could use those instead, the half-pint size.
I buy a 32-ounce tub of yogurt to split most of over four jars, and I have some mini jars for the rest (4-ounce jars w/3 Teddy Grahams, yogurt, and a spoonful of fruit). I'm able to split about a pint of fresh fruit over all of the jars.
There you have it! Another poor excuse to not write a post about my bathroom reno or employment situation!
First paragraph: The one where I tell you how it's been oh-so-long since I have posted but that I have so many wonderful things to tell you in regard to my wonderful summer adventures. Adventures? Well, if you count getting your bathroom gutted and reno'd. Sounds exciting, right? It's not when it's your only bathroom. (Thank you, gym, for your nasty but necessary showers!) Also, it's not when you learn that what you think tile should look like when it's done is nowhere near what your sloppy contractor thinks. More on the bathroom, hopefully with photo evidence, some other time. (At present rate, you're looking at around December, folks.)
Second paragraph: The one where I tell you to use the Konami Code at vogue.co.uk. It's an old one, but if you missed it, do it now. Trust me on this, you guys. Go to vogue.co.uk and press these keys in this order:
What happens? Your hint is right here in this very blog post. (Also, press A multiple times for more and more and more.)
Final paragraph: The one where I promise to post more and to bake more things and take pictures of them and to go lots of fun places and tell you all about it.
Pedantic addendum: The final paragraph wasn't really a paragraph.
Heathcliff has never been on my daily rotation of comics*. I didn't even like it when I was little, and got so offended the time I went as Garfield for Halloween (second grade?) and people thought it was Heathcliff. Jerks, it clearly said Garfield on the highly flammable plastic apron.
But, it has come to my attention that Heathcliff is getting crazy surreal these days. Some examples (the first being my favorite, for obvious reasons).
Seriously, like, what the hell, right? And then there are these:
And then. The garbage ape. GARBAGE APE, you guys.
*I inexplicably read Apartment 3-G every day.