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I fucking love eggnog. It's the perfect combination of sweet and creamy and I love the way it coats your throat with goodness.* Whenever I happen to be standing in my kitchen (read: the area between the bar and the wall with fridge/sink/stove that is in my one-room efficiency), I pop the carton open and snag a mouthful. Amazing. Why is this beverage only available during wintertime? I think it would be equally satisfying on a hot summer day.

*First person to make a "That's what she said" joke gets stabbed.

Are the Japanese just like, ridiculous health conscious? Every time someone gets a cold or a fever in manga, it's like they've been diagnosed with about-to-die-liver-cancer. What's with all of the people passing out all the time? How come every time someone falls down in the hallway, they land in the nurse's office with cotton balls and cleaning stuff.

I feel like I should feel guilty about not working on Ghost Hunters in nearly a week. But I was suddenly desperately wanting to devour books, so I'm just going to let it happen. I'm not giving up on the story, though, and would still like to write a bunch more this month. Remind me to kick myhself in the butt and do something.

Lately, I have the strong urge to read Moby Dick. Nevermind that I have detested everything I've read by him thus far....I think Herman Melville is different than Charles Dickens, for me. I think he's redeemable. I'm sure he'll find redemption in my mind through Moby Dick. Now I just need to get me a copy of Moby Dick and hope it doesn't suck.

I had other things to write about, but alas, they are saved on a Notepad document at home. Oh no, I hope LiveJournal is still up!

Rejoice, loyal blog-readers of mine who refuse to go over to LiveJournal! LiveJournal.com is down for the next three hours for some server-transfers, so you get to see this post before any of them! Still, they have more points in my book because they leave way more comments than you guys do, :D

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Eggnog is really easy to make. You can do that any time of the year (http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/alton-brown/eggnog-recipe2/index.html)!

Hmmm.....I'd have to figure out how to separate eggs.

Dude, I can do it with one hand. Crack the egg into your hand. Spread your fingers just a little and wiggle the albumin through it.

OR, for you two-handers, crack the egg into one hand and slide the egg between your two hands. The albumin drips off as you pass the egg back and forth.

OR, if you have really fresh market eggs, you can simply pluck the yolk out. Fresh eggs are very strong but you still need to be careful doing it this way.

Tell me your thoughts on Dickens? What makes Melville more redeemable than Dickens? Are there any other writers who cause you to bristle?

I HATE DICKENS WITH THE PASSION OF A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS. The original rift occurred in high school, when I read A Tale of Two Cities. I fell in love with Sydney Carton and was confident that I could get through the silliness of Lucy frickin' Manette UNTIL THEY RUINED THE END WITH A SAPPY AND SENTIMENTAL DEATH. WTF.

Since then, I've had to read 3-5 novels for school and hated every single one.

Melville might be redeemable because he's not a sentimental fucker, but all I've read so far has been Billy Budd (HATED IT) and Bartleby the Scrivener, which I don't think are his epic works.

There are other writers who cause me to bristle, but I'll generate a list when I'm not at work. For now, let me start it off with STEPHANIE MYERS.

oooh. i have never read stephanie myers.

i don't feel the same rage (or much of anything) about dickens, but i love a good rage-fest in general. it's nice to know people are capable of such intense emotions and are willing to talk books and writers all day long.

Holy crap we agree on something! I hate Charles Dickens with a passion. I had to read "Great Expectations" over my summer break in high school, and I wanted to go back in time and cap him in the ass for making me endure that monstrosity.

Holy crap we agree on something!

Okay, I'll admit it: I LOL'ed.

I had to read Great Expectations in my Victorian Novel class in college and it was BY FAR the worst book we read in that class. I've also read Hard Times, which was similarly shitty.

Part of me would like to reread A Tale of Two Cities, because I believe I could make an epic post of why I love Sydney Carton, and why I hate Charles Dickens.

My only experience with Dickens was Great Expectations. I refuse to pick up another one. Ever. I enjoy all the movie versions of Christmas Carol, but I'm pretty sure if I read it I'd hate that too.

Dickens and F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby filled me with vile thoughts as well.

I also freaking love eggnog. And I agree that separating eggs sucks...I don't actually think it IS that easy to make. HOWEVER! They have it for Easter now too. Easter Egg Nog or something like that. See the Kemps corporation. To whom I am eternally thankful...even if I DON'T think their cows are happy.

Also...I've noticed this about the Japanese too. Part of the problem with passing out all the time, etc. is that because their diet is mostly rice and fish, it's not incredibly rich in iron, so most of them (especially women) go anemic quite often. Being prone to anemia myself...I can say that if you stand up too long, you do have a tendency to pass out. Especially if that's coupled with low blood pressure...which many Japanese (and I) also tend toward.

IDK about the cold thing though. You're right...it's like a cold is the flipping end of days.

Eggnog is love.

And I believe that it's available around Easter. I swear I recall seeing pink cartons of it in with the milk.

My coworker and I have been on a "that's what she said" kick all afternoon ever since this happened:

Me: as MS Excel sputters, coughs, and contemplates dying for the fourth time today "No! No no no no no! Don't you dare do this to me again you beast. I wasn't done!"

Coworker: snickering and leaning of my cube wall "That's what she said!"

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When I was in Japan, people tended to be very concerned for my health. Someone tried to press an umbrella on me by saying that I'd catch a cold (in a very light drizzle...) and my RA said I'd get sick because I had a messy room. And I had the uncomfortable conversation with a teacher who earnestly explained that her period had stopped from the stress when she was a student overseas, so I should take care of myself. (She was my favorite teacher, though, despite the awkward.)

But on the other hand, I fell down a flight of stairs and was sent quickly on my way with a bandage and a pair of crutches. I have no big sociological conclusions to draw.

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