7 February
So, yesterday I was making blueberry muffins for breakfast, and I saw in the cupboard a box of German Chocolate cake mix that I had bought a couple of weeks before, when I got the blueberry muffin mix, I think, and I decided to make it.
I think that muffins and brownies are better from mixes (Jiffy corn muffin mix at 35¢ a box is infinitely superior to anything made from scratch) but I always make cakes from scratch rather than mixes. I mean, they are much better tasting and really awfully easy. But when I was in the store the idea of German chocolate cake was just so overwhelmingly glorious that I bought it.
So I put the mix in the bowl and added the eggs and the oil and the water, and mixed it for one minute, then greased and floured the pans (honestly, the most labour intensive part of the whole thing, especially because I did not have any flour and had to break into the house upstairs in order to steal a tablespoon-full) and I put it into the oven.
Two hours later, I was upstairs, admitting my thievery to Cynthia and Fran, and telling them that I was making the cake, when it dawned on me that I had never actually taken it out of the oven.
You know how, when cakes bake, they pull away from the sides of the pan a little? Well, these had pulled away so far that they were just these smallish black charcoal disks in the centre of the pans like shotputs.
I invented German Chocolate Briquettes!
I have no idea how a person could possibly put a cake in the oven and then hoppity skip along in their life, forgetting it entirely. I think it might have something to do with the fact that it was so simple to make that it didn't stick in my mind as it would have had I creamed butter and sugar together and sifted flour and used up every mixing bowl in the house.
I didn't smell anything burning, honestly!
After the show last night, Nik came and picked me up (I'm not making him see it again, since he saw it at Christmas time and it's only five minutes long) and we went to see Rushmore.
We were sitting at the bar beforehand with Ellen, who plays retard girl in the show, and she suggested getting the tickets through 777-FILM, since it had been sold out when she saw it the night before at the midnight show.
So I girded up my loins and braved the phone. I do think that 777-FILM is a very useful service, but you cannot get through a call on one quarter no matter how hard you try, and everything was sold out (at one try, they let me get to the very end, having put in my credit card and everything, before telling me that the 10.30p show was sold out), and I got cut off a few times, too.
So the tickets ended up costing me $9 each, plus a $1.50 surcharge each, plus about 83 quarters.
But it was worth it! What a wonderful movie! I had heard it was great, and Bill Murray has been winning all these awards, but the TV ads are so lame that I was wondering why that was so. I know now, it's because this film is just so dense and thick and so much happens that you just cannot portray it in 30 seconds.
That kid is incredible, and the script and the direction, and all of the performances...just wow. Wow. Go see it. Now.
Don't forget to buy the LA Times today! I found it on-line here. It's a good story, and she got my URL right, but mixed up Open Pages with Diarist.net, which is a real knife to the heart, and she called me an accountant! Why do people keep thinking I'm an accountant? I must stop telling people in interviews that I work in Finance, because I am not a bloody accountant.
I'm a lion tamer!
Today's horoscope:
Listen to your intuition! You could have flashes--just a sense of knowing without knowing how you know.
One year ago today:
I'm sure glad I don't care! I don't need that kind of tension in my life!
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