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The many faces of me. I found a link on Red Current’s page to a facial morph routine that applies various racial, gender, species, artist and age attributes to a baseline photo.
I’ve always wondered what I would look like as an ape-(wo)man. The Botticelli looks very much like my oldest nephew. The drunk looks like I have Downs Syndrome. The masculine looks like it could pass for a brother. The baby looks downright freakish. Run away! It reminds me of one of those Chucky horror movies.

I like Show and Tell. It’s a fun diversion. Today’s topic is “something in your kitchen that you cannot live without”. So here it is. The Classic Checkerboard Cake Pan Set. In its original box. Okay, kidding. It’s never been used. I’m waiting for my little boy to be big enough to be thrilled by a checkerboard cake. Assuming he doesn’t wind up with diabetes problems that tend to run in the family. Having had gestational diabetes, I’m told that he will be more susceptible to the disease. And since two of my siblings and both parents have it, the odds increase. So. There’s always Splenda.

I love kitchen gadgets and whatnot. But what can I not live without Hmmm. I almost posted my coffee mill, as that is extremely important, but I go in and out of coffee drinking phases. That left me with two possibilities of those things that are used most.

Here we have the Cutco Hardy Slicer. If I could have only one knife, this would be it. It has a serrated edge and cuts through meat, tough items, veggies, tomatoes (very important to be able to slice a tomato without destroying it), cheese, whatever. An all around good knife. Nice and heavy. I don’t so much like the plasticy handle, but what can you do. Yes, I tend to cave when the peddler’s give impressive sales demonstrations. At least I didn’t give in and buy the whole set.
And here we have the asparagus pot. I know, what’s so great about an asparagus pot Well, see, it is tall and narrow and has a basket and a lid with a steam hole and a heavy base. All good attributes. I use it for pasta with the basket, and it doesn’t take donkey’s years and forever to boil the water. I use it for popcorn, sans basket, because I love stove top popcorn, and again, it pops up and fluffy and there’s less burnage with the smaller surface area, allowing for a nice big batch of fluffy hot popcorn. YUM! One of my favorite things. And it works great for steaming veggies – using the basket again. Easter time Boil up a bundle of eggs and fish ’em out with no problem with a slick lift of the basket. It’s good for soups. It would probably be good for deep frying if I were into that. So you see, it’s an all-around good pot.

October Challenge – Self documentary series

A new challenge for Self Portrait Tuesday. The self documentary. My first is blue, parce que je suis malade.

The better part of my life is spent at my desk, which is littered with a cacophany of papers, post-it notes, lists, pens, medicine bottles, two computers, a mouse, a mousepad, a coaster, coffee cup, cell phones and their accompanying power cords, camera interface cable and power cord, a calculator, mail, notepads, reports, receipts, coupons, various and sundry other objects, and, buried somewhere beneath it all, a large desk calendar. That is just the desk surface. Beneath the desk is a jumble of electric cords, a kicked off pair of shoes that I will have trouble finding later, the ever-present Lactina to which I am attached by two long plastic tubes. Pan upper right, where the chaos encroaches other parts of my home. The Sunday paper on the entry floor, still in its wrapper. A floor littered with toys, diaper bags, baby paraphernalia. Lower right. Me. Aching head. Aching body. Raw throat. Disgusting wretched phlegm clinging to my bronchi. Burning cough deep in my chest. Misery.

*Revision Note: I can usually spell reasonably well in English. Any other language is hit or miss. Thanks Suse!