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Oh, and also? Sorry, people who previously were not forced to read my craft blog. (Yes, I have a craft blog. It’s the lamest thing I do, I guess.) But now you are thusly forced! Ha-ha!

Anywhosies, I made a thing yesterday! The cats helped, like they do. Here Digby and I are making the pattern.

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Digby held it down for me so I could cut out the fabric.

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Look at that fat bitch! Like, at least Erwin had the common decency to put his poopy litter-paws all over the fabric over there, but Digby was like, “No, no, that’s not for me. I’m going to be right here, right in the one single place where the most is happening at this moment. I think that’s where I’ll take a nap.”

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Hehe. Not only do I have a craft blog, but within it, I anthropomorphize my cats. My witty bitty kitty babies!!! (That last part was a joke.) (Shifty eyes.)

Anyway, I made a thing. Fuck you. Deal with my skirt, assholes.

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P.S. – I realize that I look all heroined out in this picture, and that the skirt is shoved askew and wrinkled because the cat is desperately trying to get at my jugular. But it’s also the shot in which my legs look the thinnest! That’s the way craft blogs work. I’m a girl. :(

P.S. – Did you notice I got new glasses? Take THAT, Neptune!

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(Don’t know if you can see that – but there are totally rhinestones in there.)

cute!

One of the things I got for Christmas this year was Aranzi Aronzo’s The Cute Book. And oh, it is, it is.

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It’s this tiny little book, full of kawaii-goodness, written in either semi-broken English or else some version of lolcats-y cuteness pidgin, which has patterns for making tiny adorable little felt “mascots.” They’re totally addicting.

Here’s my serious monkey, re-writing Shakespeare:

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The ugliest fish in the world:

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These two little um, lizards, I guess?:

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And the kidnapper:

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At least, he’s a kidnapper in the book. In their version of him, he’s got more of a frown and a not-green suit. In my version, he looks kind of like a friendly retarded farmer.

Great hat, though!

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A couple other Christmas presents I gave away this year:

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I actually really liked these. Was pretty proud of myself. The black one was for a grown-up person. It contained a larger-sized colored pencil roll, a nice sketchbook, and a matching zippered pencil bag with some markers and pencils and an eraser and a pencil sharpener.

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I think she liked it. The other one was for a little girl, 6 I think? It contained a smaller pencil roll, another zippered pencil holder with the eraser, sharpener, pencils, etc. Plus a fake moustache, some glittery stickers, one of thouse bouncey-ball paddle things, and other little things.

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I dunno if she liked it. Her mom was impressed. I guess that counts.

Anyway, I totally love these. It’s one of those gifts that I think is extra-cool because I want one for myself, you know? And fun to customize for each person you give it to. And not terribly difficult or annoying to make. Bonus!

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As it may or may not be known by my many and varied craft blog readers, this was what I got for Christmas from my boss:

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I guess I got my revenge. I made her this horrific thing:

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It does sort of look like it wants to eat someone’s soul. It’s supposed to be her cat, Whitey. Erwin did not approve.

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harbles

HARBLES!

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Erwin has the CUTEST tiny little furry penis!!!

Anyway.

I almost didn’t post this, because it’s a little shocking, a little scandalous. But I suppose that I might as well go ahead and bare my whole soul here.

So apparently I was talking in my sleep. Ian captured the whole embarrassing thing on film!

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clog

Oh, FranceBlog, will you never ever end? Apparently not, as long as I keep finding more pictures that I forgot I had.

This actually isn’t so much my liveblog from France, but Ian’s cookie-log, or, “clog,” as the kids are calling them these days, mostly from before I arrived. He would go down to the corner bodega-type thing, buy a box of cookies, then come home, taste them, and keep a log of his impressions. He didn’t have a lot of friends in Paris. (I suspect but am not sure that this was at least half-inspired by the Best Cookies In The World, Tam-Tams, which I had tried at work and loved so much that any attempt I made to save one for him and bring it home failed miserably and I just devoured them all myself. They’re Australian, I think.)

ANYWAY. Disclaimer: most pictures are re-creations, as, like I said before, I was not there for the original clogging. So! Ian’s France Clog:

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Date: 11-05-07

Name: Cafe Creme

Description: Coffee flavored custard in individual glass packages

Price: 3 Euro

Acquired: Hyper-Casino

Review: I was really surprised at how rich a coffee taste they were able to get into these things. I can’t say that I love them, but they’re quite good for what they are. They come in these cute little glass packages, too. I’m sure Jessica would go crazy for them; there’s some craft project lurking around that needs glass custard cups.

(Editor’s note, with photo taken 12/23/07: Damn straight there is! And yes, that’s right, I brought home six heavy empty fragile class containers from France. Eff you, you effers.)

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Date: 11-09-07

Name: PiM’s L’Original

Description: Soft cake-like bottom with a layer of chocolate mousse on top, all coated with a hard layer of dark chocolate.

Price: 2 Euro

Acquired: Bodega down the block

Review: I wasn’t too optimistic about these, as I’m not usually a huge fan of the whole mousse / ganache scene. I must say, though, that the balance between the cake, the mousse, and the dark chocolate coating is quite good and makes for a damned fine cookie. I don’t recommend dipping them in tea, though, as the cake absorbs too much of the tea and becomes useless. I suppose that is something good to be said about the cake. It’s so spongy and fresh that it essentially dissolves in tea: yummo.

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Editor’s note: What truth in advertising, too! I’ve never seen a photo on a piece of packaging look so truly like the actual product!

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Date: 11-11-07

Name: Delischuss, Chocolat Suisse

Description: Chocolate bottom with layer of crushed hazelnut on top, followed by another layer of chocolate and another layer of hazelnut.

Price 2 Euro

Acquired: Hyper-Casino

Review: If these were easier to get out of the package, I would have eaten them all the first night I bought them. What can I say? I’m a sucker for hazelnut.

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Date: 11-12-07

Name: Tom & Pilou Gouters

Description: Chocolate wafers with layer of white cream in the middle

Price 2 Euro

Acquired: Hyper-Casino

Review: I really only bought these because I was trying to buy a new type of cookie everyday, and I thought they vaguely resembled some Australian cookie called a Timtam that Jessica raved about. They’re basically not that great; they taste like a cheap cookie readily available in any American grocery store. No significant improvement is observed when it is dipped in milk.

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Editor’s note: Tim-Tams!!!!! Also, how adorable is Ian when he sounds like a scientist? “No significant improvement is observed when it is dipped in milk.” Mmmm, yes, note THAT one down for posterity! And you know he was totally serious when he wrote that, too. My boyfriend is so cute I could eat him.

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Date: 11-14-07

Name: DeliChoc

Description: Hard wafer with dark chocolate on top

Price: 2 Euro

Acquired: Bodega down the block

Review: I bought these for two reasons. One, the name DeliChoc makes me think of chalk you buy at a deli, and that’s silly. Two, the package says in this goofy logo “mega intense.” Now, wonderful, spectacular, rich, delicious: these are words I would use to describe a cookie. Intense? Ehm… not really. Mega-intense? Good lord, am I going to wake up on the floor an hour later with a grin on my face after eating one of these?

Editor’s note: Yes, apparently. See photo below:

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How good could it be? Answer: mega-intense!

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These really are fucking delicious, and the chocolate is this really powerful, nay intense!, dark chocolate. The wafer/cookie thing is quite hard, and when you chew the whole thing up, it mixes with the chocolate in this very nice way that makes the chocolate seem like it has tiny little bits of things in it (eh, you know, like when it has hazelnut bits in it).

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Date: 11-15-07

Name: Pepito chocolat noir

Description: Simple wafer cover in dark chocolate

Price: 2 Euro

Acquired: Metroprix

Review: Good lord, if I’ve ever seen a racist package. The Mexican on the cover is both lazy and consumed by chocolate-lust. Not that great: too dry and the chocolate isn’t dark enough.

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Date: 11-21-07

Name: Kinder Country

Description: Various cereals in cream surrounded by chocolate.

Price: .5 Euro

Acquired: Bodega down the block

Review: This tastes like eating a crunch bar dipped in condensed milk. It’s far too sweet and the cream crap overwhelms the chocolate, which is milk chocolate anyway. Blugh. Also, the cereal isn’t completely crunchy, and there are bits of like oatmeal and crap in there. Perhaps the “country” part of this is because someone spilled melted chocolate into a grain elevator and decided to sell it at the county fair. Or maybe this is not actually a candy confection but something you give to a horse trying to kick heroin. Never eat this crap again.

Editor’s note: Look how this is ACTUALLY a “log.” He includes “notes to self!” God, he’s a nerd.

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Date: 11-22-07

Name: GU Chocolate Pud: Banoffees

Description: Banana, chocolate cream pie in individual glass dish.

Price: 3 Euro

Acquired: Monoprix

Review: As far as desserts you buy at the grocery store go, this thing is unfuckingbelievable. It’s a very nice pie to begin with, but then it’s covered in a really spectacular dark chocolate. The cookie bottom is not at all soggy; it’s as if it was recently prepared. I was all prepared to make a funny log entry about how the name of this thing is GU with an umlaut and make subsequent jokes about all the goo I’m eating, but to hell with that. This stuff was brilliant.

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Editor’s note: AGREED! GU is deeeeeelicious!

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Date: 11-29-07

Name: Pepperidge Farms Brussels Distinctive Chocolate Cookie

Description: Two cookie wafers sandwiched with chocolate in the middle

Price: Free from airplane ride

Acquired: Continental Airlines Flight 56 from Newark to Paris

Review: The chocolate is flaccid and boring. The cookies are stale and tasteless. There is no point in eating these, even if you are high, I suspect. These are the sort of things you find in the back of your grandmother’s cupboard, you know, the sort of thing that has been there for nearly three years and tastes about the same as it did on the day she opened it. Continental Airlines has taken “bad airline food” to new heights with the selection of this for their in-flight desserts. What’s the deal with airline food anyway? Have you ever noticed…?

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Date: 11-30-07

Name: LU Coqueline Trois Chatons

Description: Oyster-shaped cake things with chocolate interiors

Price: 3 Euro

Acquired: Gas station up the street

Review: So first of all, there are four of them in a package. Why is it called “the THREE cats?” The chocolate was decent, like with most French chocolate things, but the outside tasted like a stale Twinkie. It was a fair example of one of those things that was supposed to resemble something else but didn’t. The “oyster-shaped” cookies just resembled ribbed spheres. No significant improvement when dunked in milk and/or tea. Avoid future consumption.

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Date: 11-29-07

Name: Jessica

Description: Unwelcome interloper from the states

Price: N/A

Acquired: Charles de Gaulle Aeroport

Review: This bitch showed up and made fun of my hat! That shit is not cool. Discontinue hanging out with.

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meet harvey

Remember a meeelion years ago (erm…August) when I introduced you to Mildred and Betty? Well, I’ll bet you didn’t realize that they had an evil triplet sister, Harvey.

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Part of her evil powers is the ability to generate adorable little tote bags to match ANYONE’S DRESS!!!!

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So anyhoo, I totally sold these on etsy) the other day, because I’m totally superfancy.

Ooooooo…luxoooooooorious!

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Alas, its final form must remain a mystery for the moment, as its intended recipient is my lone reader! Here’s just a bare hint, because I totally need to show off how helpful my cats are when I’m sewing:

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Awesome, dudes. Thanks.

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Liveblogging from Paris! (I’m pretty much going to start referring to everything as “liveblogging” from now on. “Liveblogging from my living room on the status of my cats! Wooooooo!”)

So, first of all, before I go into anything else, this was the ceiling of the bus I rode on from Grand Central to the Newark Airport. Phew! Just had to get that out of the way real quick.

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One of my favorite things about Paris so far is that it all sort of seems like an elaborate set designed for the new Tim Burton adaptation of “Madeline.” It’s grey and cloudy and damp and old. It’s all charming + horrific. For instance, outside Notre Dame, which Ian called “a slightly larger St. Patrick’s cathedral” and was totally unimpressed by, but which I thought was fucking gorgeous:

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Some fucking COOL gargoyles outside of Notre Dame:

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Like, I’d love to say that they were “beautiful,” or whatever, but fuck that – they were just cool-ass. All creepy and worn down from centuries of erosion, with these wide gaping screaming moaning mouths and dead worn faces. I wonder how many times the phrase “cool-ass” has been applied to Notre Dame. I’m willing to bet that I am nowhere near the first to say that.

Also just tons of random eroded moldy rainy creepy statues around:

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For some reason this one reminded me of Isley.

This one is not creepy, but I like to think he’s embarrassed by the bird:

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This was supposedly the best ice cream in the world: Berthillion, on Ile Saint Louis. I had poire (pear, DUH, AMERICANS) and Ian had fraise (DUH, STRAWBERRY, AMERICANS). I’m not sure I’m completely willing to call it the best ice cream in the world, but I think it can safely be awarded “best fruit ice cream in the world.” DUH BERTHILLION, YOU’RE WELCOME.

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We spent most of the evening bicycling back and forth over the Seine. We saw the Hotel de Ville, the Pantheon, the Louvre gardens (going back to go inside later), Place du Concorde, Center George Pompidou, Place Igor Stravinski, the Sorbonne, Jardin du Luxembourg, Palis de Justice, Theatre de la Ville, probably more. Obviously, the thing I was most excited about was seeing a real live Knitta Please installation.

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For dinner we had a baguette, stinky cheese (literally, seriously), and red wine.

This was my first view of the Eiffel Tower:

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Charming!

Good things about jury duty:

1. I’ve finished three books.
2. Voyerism.
3. Time to do crossword puzzles.
4. An excuse to visit Chinatown and the other downtown-things nearby.
5. Today I left at 3:00 and work didn’t know!
6. Feels like I’m doing something noble.

Bad things about jury duty:

1. Insanely shitty chef’s salads.
2. Sometimes you run out of book before you run out of day.
3. Basically also everything else.

I’m watching a movie called Sleepaway Camp. It’s fucking great. Sample dialogue (between two teens driving a motorboat DANGEROUSLY close to two very young children swimming nearby while foreboding music plays!

“Hey, Craig, how ’bout lettin’ me take a ride now, huh?”
“You know I can’t do that!”
“Don’t be such a stiff! I know how to drive these things. My old man’s got one twice as big!”
“Yeah, and is your old man gonna give me a job when I get fired????”
“Lighten up, willya! No one’s gonna see us way out here! Come on…pleeeease?”
“All right.”
“Super!”
“Hey, not too fast!”

Heh. She totally just told the girl waterskiing behind them also to “lighten up, willya” when she started screaming that they should turn the wheel. After they got run over, a man standing on the shore whispered, “John!”

Oh my god, I don’t think I can stop quoting this. I’m not even sure if this is a joke, maybe? Maybe this is all on purpose? This is post-Friday the 13th. Still. Hard to tell.

Highly recommended nonetheless!

Okay, more fabrication. Back in a minute.

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