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I’m in the Middle of a Project

I will probably write more about it in the future.  But for now, a picture of what it looks like in progress.

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From left to right: DVD writer, Dell mini 9, Samsung N310, 13″ MacBook.  This is going to be fun.

A Flyer Put On My Windshield

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I’m actually considering calling to find out if his rates are reasonable.  This sounds like a dose of fairly harmless craziness that it could be fun to invite into my life.

DIY Microwave Popcorn

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From a very young age I have devoted a great deal of mental energy to the process of making popcorn. My parents had an oil-based popcorn maker that I fell in love with as a toddler.  It had a yellow plastic dome that you could see through, and a reservoir for oil and popcorn, and I would stare enthralled as the kernels exploded with intoxicating violence and the machine slowly filled.  When I got older and could do it myself I used this machine often, and when I went to college my parents got me its modern equivalent: the same thing, but with a motorized stirring rod to heat the popcorn more evenly.  For years I used this popper, but my love for it was marred by how difficult it was to clean.  The base with the heating element was heavy, and could not be immersed in water.  The clear plastic lid also dispensed butter through a screen in the top, which then had to be soaked.  The stirrer had to be carefully disassembled.  And, of course, you had to wait until it cooled down enough to clean.  There were times when my desire for popcorn wasn’t worth the mess.

Eventually I learned a way to make popcorn in a large pot, which was a substantial improvement as it was much easier to clean. I pretty much stopped using my popcorn maker, and happily had many delicious and undoubtedly healthy 100% popcorn meals.  For you see, the labor involved in making popcorn on the stove is unrelated to the volume you are cooking, so it is inefficient to make only a small amount of popcorn that way.  Which means I never did.  And I couldn’t allow it to get stale, so I always ate all of it.  I mean, it was only logical.

Lurking in the background all these years was microwave popcorn.  It is much faster and easier to make,  it comes in a pre-sized portion which helps prevent overeating, and there is next to no cleanup required.  On the surface it seems the perfect solution.  The problem is that microwave popcorn tastes terrible compared to home made oil popped, and I was raised on the good stuff.  On top of not tasting good, it is probably about 100 times more expensive.  So while microwave popcorn has been a part of my life, it has never achieved supremacy.  But that might be about to change.

I moved recently.  Yesterday I was unpacking a box of pantry stuff, and had simultaneously in view several items that suggested an experiment in DIY microwave popcorn.  It was a fabulous success.

SUPPLIES NEEDED

This project requires:

  • 1 paper lunch sack
  • 1 stapler with staples
  • 1/4 cup of popcorn
  • 1 tbsp cooking oil

STEP ONE

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Pour 1/4 cup of popcorn and 1 tbsp of oil into the bottom of the sack.  You can also add spices or salt if you so desire.

STEP TWO

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Refold the bag and lay it down with the bottom facing up. (If you lay it on the other side the bag will stand up in the microwave, which in my experience makes the popcorn more likely to burn.)  Press on the pouch at the bottom of the bag to ensure that the kernels are well coated with oil.

STEP THREE

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Fold over the top of the bag and staple it closed.  Seriously.  Do not worry about the metal going into the microwave.  Staples are tiny, they will not cause any problems.  I usually use two.

STEP FOUR

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Put the bag in the microwave.  I recommend putting a plate under it, as the bag will leak some oil.  (The plate may be hot when you take it out.) Microwave the bag for 2-3 minutes, or until the pops slow to a couple of seconds apart.

STEP FIVE

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Open and enjoy.  Here is what the popcorn you just made looks like in a bowl, with the stapler for scale:

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I may never buy prepackaged microwave popcorn again.

EDIT: A google search shows that this is actually a fairly well publicized technique.

Worldcon 2009: Mostly Ties

Delay

Storms over New Jersey kept me from getting home last night as originally planned. I should end up getting into San Antonio around 9:00 pm. The story of my (pretty damn awesome) first Worldcon will have to wait until after I’m home, showered, and wearing clean clothes.

Worldcon Vs. Spider

I’m up, I’m finishing my packing for Worldcon, and in a few hours I will head to the airport.  I do have one nagging thing on my mind though: the rather intense itching on my ankle. I’m fairly certain I was bitten by a brown recluse spider about 32 hours ago when I slid my feet under the covers of my bed.  The bite felt like a pinprick, and not a bad one.  I now know this is indicative of a spider bite, but I didn’t at the time.  It didn’t really start showing clear symptoms of being a spider bite until after close of business yesterday, so I didn’t end up trying to see my doctor about it.  All the research I’ve done says that this will either turn into one of those big scary necrotic volcano lesions, or it won’t, and there isn’t really a lot of treatment to be done until it goes one way or the other.  So I’m going to go ahead and get on the plane, and if I have to I suppose I will get to experience some socialized medicine first hand.

Still, I wish to document my injury.  The bite after 32 hours (just sixty more and I am theoretically safe from skin necrosis):

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This Is Going To Be So Great

It’s almost time for Worldcon.  In Montreal.  Hmm..

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I think I’m going to like this little vacation.  Also: reunion with friends and a science fiction convention.

My Browser Window Has Grown Too Big

Time to close some tabs.

Where I Write

Mostly in here:

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This is my brain, age 20.  Is there a story out there somewhere in which a character pays extra to get his own copies of an MRI? That may have had a real world inspiration.  I got this because I was having weird twitching convulsion things that eventually just went away on their own.  No good diagnosis was ever provided, the best the neurologist came up with was sleep deprivation.

I ran across this while digging out my college ID picture for the previous post.  It occurred to me as I looked at it that if I were to post it online, and then at some future point society shifts to using brain geometry as a form of identification, I might be screwed.  But the fun of showing off my own brain eventually overpowered my fear that the future might turn out to be a work of science fiction from the 70s.

Because I Haven’t Posted Enough Pictures Today

My friend Megan has recently posted about her hair, and my friend Kat is taunting everyone by making bold claims which she declines to prove, but which I am inclined to believe all the same (don’t tell).  I am inspired by these events, especially Megan’s comment:

I love when you ignore it for a while and it becomes hopelessly uninspired and the only thing you can do with it is wear it in a ponytail or look like a tumbleweed.

So, to join the fun, I share with you my hair at its most tumbleweedy.  Some time during my senior year in high school I decided, having never let it get longer than two or three inches, to see how long I could go without getting a haircut. This experiment lasted well into my freshman year of college, long enough to be immortalized on my university ID.  Unless I am someday gripped by a burst of highly uncharacteristic impulsivity, this is likely the weirdest my hair will ever look.  (Also, I will probably only have my hair for a few more years, so there’s that too.  Maybe, a decade or more from now, I will sit alone late at night, stare at this photo, and sigh profoundly to myself.)

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