The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Ooooo....

This is genius. Take my mother - in her quest for polite yet pointed civil disobedience/social commentary, she took to taking frequent "bubble breaks"...no more frequent than certain people's smoke breaks. She'll love these!

And, I have a sneaking suspicion that they'd sell Pretty Damn Well at certain outdoor spring/summer events that I happen to be affiliated with. Hmmm....

And speaking of things my mother loves, I somehow got to thinking that making some cascarones would be fun, especially since I'll be doing a lot of baking, and will therefore have vacant eggshells with which to work. Cascarones are great - you take an eggshell, poke a hole in each end, and blow the contents out. Then you wash it and let it dry, then fill it with confetti/rice/birdseed - anything small that makes messes, and plug both holes up. You glue it into a paper cone, decorate the whole thing as elaborately as you want, then...run about and whack people on the head with them. What's not to love?

Hmmm...what's not to love, indeed? Does anyone know of a paper of some sort that breaks down easily, say, with a bit of water splashed on it? If I can figure out something to fill them with that won't piss off the winery folks, I may try making these by the dozen to sell at the faire. Because, really - they're about as fun as it gets. Or maybe that's just me. I think they're fun!

Hmmm - birdseed is inoffensive as far as the winery goes, provided they don't mind the eggshells. And I'll check with Bruce before I make any decisions on this, because he (and his crew) will be the ones picking up after everybody. But I'm liking the colored-bubbles-and-cascarones idea for the gift shop.

Today's guesses for the Macross cast brought to you by Not Enough Sleep and Wishful Thinking. I'll be, frankly, shocked if I get any guesses right...especially considering my record. Ah well, it's still fun. I don't think I'm going to post them yet, or bother with looking at what anyone else has guesses. I wonder how many will end up being one-shot guesses...

I Really, Really want to win this one, which means that my chances of actually winning are almost zero. The more I'm interested in a show going into the game, the lower my chances of winning actually are. Thus far, my theory has been proven out.

Ugh - need drugs Bad. Two and a half hours before I can drive to get drugs, then take a double-dose and get Real Sleep, where you wake up feeling better, not worse, than when you fell asleep. I don't know how I survived High School feeling like this, only all the time.

[EDIT] *kicks LJ* Why aren't you displaying my sidebar in the proper location? Why? You were fine earlier, after I finished customizing everything to my satisfaction, but now, you insist on overlapping the sidebar and the journal entries, leaving a large and unattractive empty gray section to the right of the page. *kicks it again* But other than that, I'm very happy with my new layout, etc, even though I shamelessly ganked the background image off another site. It matched the colors I had already picked! Yay! Also, links - I didn't know I could do that.

Dear My Car:

You don't have a flat tire. I don't care how fervently you beep and flash your little "flat tire" light at me, I'm not going to believe you this time. I checked said tires no fewer than five times on the way home. I checked the air pressure twice. You don't have a flat tire. Really.

Also, going to the grocery store for life-saving drugs is a Bad Idea when you're suffering from the lack of said drugs. I spent far too much money on utterly bizzare things. I put back the pomegranites, at least...all four of them. This should give you an idea of how bizzare it was unloading my groceries. But! They had honeycrisp apples again, and cherries, so I shall have a fruit orgy tonight. It will be wonderful.

Also, I look freaking hot in my corset. Although a pair of cargo pants and a bright green shirt probably aren't the best things to wear it over. Did I mention that I look freaking hot in my corset? Because I really do. And if *I'm* saying that about myself, you know it has to be true.

Also, Drama Queen owns my soul. Excuse me while I go wipe the drool off my book. Damn! Rachan...if you buy one smutty graphic novel this year, it must be Brother. The same goes for any other rabid fangirls out there. TRSI even has it on sale until Wednesday night.

Sleep now. Drugged sleep. After the fruit orgy. While I wear my new corset. This sounds so much more risque than it really is.