In order to know if they’re done you should knock on the bottom and see if it sound hollow?
Yeah, I dunno. I’ll tell you in 20 minutes if it was a success.
My first ever bread dough, well kneaded and being left to rise.
And Pippa’s princess glows!
So which of these alien princesses is an awesome drawing by a 6 year old and which is a drawing by 31.5 year old?
(The artist behind the purple haired princess wants me to say “her hair and her dress are the same color but different things. You’d be able to tell that in real life but not in marker.”
So Pippa heard the song “House of Gold” on the radio and is now obsessed with it and for some reason I have this mental block about their name. I keep calling them “21 airplane drivers” which, while technically correct, is wrong. But please don’t make fun of me if I do that. Or do. I guess. Whatever.
OK, past self. I will time travel to 1937 to see pictures of the Knee Man.
(If anyone knows what past-LP meant when she wrote this note to self, please let me know)
Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
we need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"The Galaxy, which had been enjoying a period of unusual peace and prosperity at the time, reeled like a man getting mugged in a meadow.”
"it was a deep, hollow malevolent voice which sounded like molten tar glurping out of a drum with evil on its mind.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"… a large and voluminous creature who looked like someone losing a fight with a pink duvet …”
"He screwed up his face and then dropped his head forward, shaking it like someone trying to shake a coin out of a money box.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"He leapt to his feet like an author hearing the phone ring”
"he started to stalk forward slowly and stealthily wearing a puzzled frown of concentration, like a leopard that’s not sure whether it’s just seen a half-empty tin of cat food half a mile away across a hot and dusty plain.”
"it looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
You forgot one of the best ones:
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."
Guys, Douglas Adams was my first fandom.
(Source: pizzahottie, via lizzletini)
OH MY GOODNESS, AUTHORS! I don’t expect you to give every book a completely unique name but when you name your book “Hope” or “Strong” or “Raw” it makes my life slightly more annoying and therefore I am predisposed to dislike your book.
Dudes, I was halfway through a post on my phone this morning when I realized I had to run to work so I hit the power button and went to work and now here I am at work and either I left my phone in the car or I left my phone at home but my phone is not with me. I blame the boy I was going to tell you about who has been flirting with MY DAUGHTER! (He wrote her a book called “The Love Poshun. Sharks kissing.”)
Pippa got sent to bed early tonight. She was clearly overtired and bursting into hysterics at every non-opportunity. So then Kaylee wanted to read in bed but I didn’t want to turn on a light and disturb the not yet asleep Pippa. So I gave her my backlit nook that she’s reading Ramona on. Kaylee said, “I’m going to read this under the covers so I don’t bother Pips.”
Brandon knew none of this back story. He looked in and saw the glow under the covers and guessed the basics. He jumped on top of her bed and roared as loud as he could.
Kaylee pulled the covers down slowly, a look of terror on her face, saw Brandon, said “oh,” and pulled the covers back up.
I love her so very much.
If I have to drive in the snow to the nearby children’s museum to do a storytime (did I mention IN THE SNOW) then I’m totally bringing the frog in a spaceship puppet that I talked my library into buying. Because it’s the best.