A new year, a new blah-blah-blah…

It’s that time again — that time when the well-intentioned (and the self-hating, too) decide to Change for the Better, and stick to those gosh-darned resolutions, and do whatever it is that driven (and/or deluded) people do.

Well, that’s not going to happen around here.

This is the time of year I ask myself, “Why am I paying for web hosting again?” Because, let’s face it: this blog is a DUD. I used to keep a fairly lively online journal (though never on LiveJournal, oddly enough) – back before it was cool. I mean, I’ve had some form of online presence since the mid 1990s. But I’m not feeling it anymore. I have a small life – a boring life, even – and unless I commit myself to bitching about my shitty health or cataloging the minutiae of my cat’s existence…there’s not much for me to talk about here.

Back when I kept a more interesting blog, I left the house. I had projects going, volunteer work, a lot of writing to discuss or post, and well, some entertaining interpersonal conflict that I (hope I) approached in a humorous way.

But that stuff was never even on this URL. It seems like a lifetime ago, and in internet time – it really was.

And oh, I had plans for this space. I’ve had plans, and changed plans, and better plans – and a million good intentions. But I’m tired of good intentions and failed projects.

So I’m giving myself a year to “shit or get off the pot,” as Grandma used to say. No grand intentions, no Official Resolutions – just permission to fiddle around with this site until I’ve found something that works for me…or I give up having a website for the first time in 15 years.

So that’s 2012. Maybe it’s Ragnarok after all.

We’ll see.

Quote of the Day.

From an interview with Marilyn Wann:

“There are a lot of fat people who simply aren’t allowed to buy health insurance, like me. And so we’re not costing anyone anything. For most of my adult life, I have had to pay my healthcare out of pocket. I was not a burden on anyone. And it’s really quite painful to know that people would rather have you die than have access to healthcare. You know, in many cases if a fat person goes to visit a doctor they are going to get a lecture rather than proper medical care treatment. That means that fat people are not getting the same quality of care or the same amount of healthcare than other people … and so we may get sicker because of that and that is very sad.”

I don’t think we can have an honest discussion about “healthcare” in this country without keeping this in mind.

A little “serious frivolity.”

The folks over at Coletterie are having a Fall Palette Challenge, and though I can’t officially participate (due to shortages of time, energy, and funds), I really like the idea. I created this palette over on ColourLovers, and named it Gothic Recovery 2011 in honor of my black-clothing-filled past. And present. I still wear a lot of black, actually.

I have been sewing and knitting more lately, so I plan to take on a mini-challenge inspired by (but not very faithful to) the Coletterie project. I need some new clothes, I have a bunch of useful fabric stockpiled (most actually in or near this palette), and now I have an excuse to sit down and make something.

I’ll even post about it…if I make any progress.

Too tasty not to share.

Don’t worry, I’m not going all “tea & biscuits” over here – though I might post more if I did, frankly. But I made these cookies today, and they were too good not to share. Inspired by a gluten-free recipe for peanut butter cookies, and the popular toddler snack known as “peanut butter kisses,” I present:

Cashew Coconut Cookies

  • 1 egg (substitute 1/4 cup soy flour + 1 TB water for vegan option)
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 cup cashew butter
  • 1/2 cup unsweetened shredded coconut

Preheat over to 180C / 350F.

Beat egg, mix in sugar, then add cashew butter. When well blended, fold in coconut. Batter will be loose. Drop by walnut sized balls onto cookie sheet, press with fork to flatten.

Bake  for 8 – 10 minutes until set and beginning to brown at edges. Cool for several minutes on cookie sheet, then transfer to rack to cool completely.

Ah, my former glories.

Once upon a time, in a not-really-far-away-place, like 2 miles away, I worked on a radio theatre show. I went looking for something in my archives today, and I came across all of my sound files from those heady days.

And, just because I can, here is Lover of Strife’s favorite sketch: The Reynaldo No-Slip Hatchet Grip.

If you’re wondering, I wrote it and I played Barb, and that’s Lover of Strife himself as the announcer. And yes, that’s a cartoony voice, not what I sound like normally. Also…the sound of a head being accidentally chopped off is a lot harder to cobble together than you’d think.