Good news/bad news

So, the other day my best friends' grandfather died. It wasn't a shock since he was dying, but that doesn't make it all kinds of keen. The good thing about the knowing it was coming was that they got to say goodbye and spend some time with him. The bad thing is that he was one of the nicest people I've met and now he's gone. Simple as that really. And since there are two friends of mine affected by this, there are two very different reactions. One flipped the hell out and the other one didn't.

And in related news, I'll be seeing both of them this Thursday. That should be interesting. Family holiday, a smidge of grief, and meeting someone who's pretty much changed one friend for the worst. Yay! Bring on the wine. Both bottles.

I kid. Sorta.

Currently reading The River King by Alice Hoffman. Killed off my favorite character pretty much right off the bat. Figures. I always latch onto the broken ones anyway. Must stop doing that.

leave but come home soon..
the begining of this song makes me all sniffly. So does the end. The middle is enh compared to them, but still. good stuff.

Oh, Eliza was yummy on Last Call. Stupid show, but yummy Eliza.

mile high fudge brownie pie, man.

You know you want the pie. You know you do. But you can't have the pie because currently it's only one giant round brownie. Still cooling. So here I am. I also made another pie, but I don't remember what it is. It has an Oreo crust though and is similar to my fudge brownie one. But not the same. Because that would just be plain silly, you know?

Mmm. Pie filling was delicious. Of course add cool whip to just about anything sweet and it's hard to make it turn out disgusting. [exceptions made for jello and the years of awful creations over at mandy's. Geez...]

So, this little radio that came with my skanky hoho MyScene Delancey came in handy today. While cleaning, I got to listen to the radio over the sound of two vacuums [one steamer, actually], running water, the washer & dryer, and any noise I was making. Yay! Would have used said radio earlier, only I couldn't find my screwdrivers from Davidy and had to make due with a nailfile. I miss the screwdrivers. They're perhaps the most useful gift anyone's given me in recent years. Not the most well loved, mind you, but the most useful.

Woe.

Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate at this time. To those that don't, eat something fattening and think happy thoughts.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to stalk my pie and listen to some NPR.