This evening's adventures...
...or why I haven't done any coloring on
chomiji's picture tonight.
I'd just settled into Photoshop, trying to work out how to do the background of the picture, when the power went out. And didn't come back on. And didn't come back on. And didn't come back on. After half an hour, I decided that I needed to go out to dinner, since I wasn't going to be able to cook anything tonight, and then had the OMG what if I can't get out of the garage?! moment.
Discovered that if I'm inside the garage and the power is out, I can open it - pull on a handle hanging from the track, then just lift the door. I am not sure that I can open it from the *outside* if I haven't closed it manually, which means that I really really need to get into the habit of leaving the top deadbolt on the front door unlocked when I'm not at home, because there's no way to open the door from the outside if that deadbolt is engaged and I can't get into the door in the garage.
Went to Borders, where I witnessed two girls who I later decided were round about college-aged squeeing over the Jaida Jones/Danielle Bennett book Havemercy that I texted about. They were all "Look! It's out!" and one of them picked it up and hugged it, and the other stroked the cover a bit, and then they opened it to the back and said "Look! She's so pretty!" and then checked the price, noted they could get it for cheaper on Amazon, put it back on the shelf, and wandered off. I drifted over to see what excited such squeeage, and then texted LJ because otherwise I'd never remember.
After I bought books, I decided I had a MAJOR PROTEIN FAILURE and wanted a big ol' hunk of dead cow. And couldn't find a steak places in the area, and got weak enough from hunger to stop at Bennigan's, where I ended up with a small hunk o'dead cow that had been glazed with a Guinness sauce and was really quite good. So it all ended up well.
Drove home, discovered the power was back on and that by the flashing of my stove's clock, it had been off for an hour and a half. Not doing art tonight, obviously. I think I shall retire to my bedchamber, don my bedclothes, and peruse my novel, which involves a man and his might-as-well-be-sentient tank.
I'd just settled into Photoshop, trying to work out how to do the background of the picture, when the power went out. And didn't come back on. And didn't come back on. And didn't come back on. After half an hour, I decided that I needed to go out to dinner, since I wasn't going to be able to cook anything tonight, and then had the OMG what if I can't get out of the garage?! moment.
Discovered that if I'm inside the garage and the power is out, I can open it - pull on a handle hanging from the track, then just lift the door. I am not sure that I can open it from the *outside* if I haven't closed it manually, which means that I really really need to get into the habit of leaving the top deadbolt on the front door unlocked when I'm not at home, because there's no way to open the door from the outside if that deadbolt is engaged and I can't get into the door in the garage.
Went to Borders, where I witnessed two girls who I later decided were round about college-aged squeeing over the Jaida Jones/Danielle Bennett book Havemercy that I texted about. They were all "Look! It's out!" and one of them picked it up and hugged it, and the other stroked the cover a bit, and then they opened it to the back and said "Look! She's so pretty!" and then checked the price, noted they could get it for cheaper on Amazon, put it back on the shelf, and wandered off. I drifted over to see what excited such squeeage, and then texted LJ because otherwise I'd never remember.
After I bought books, I decided I had a MAJOR PROTEIN FAILURE and wanted a big ol' hunk of dead cow. And couldn't find a steak places in the area, and got weak enough from hunger to stop at Bennigan's, where I ended up with a small hunk o'dead cow that had been glazed with a Guinness sauce and was really quite good. So it all ended up well.
Drove home, discovered the power was back on and that by the flashing of my stove's clock, it had been off for an hour and a half. Not doing art tonight, obviously. I think I shall retire to my bedchamber, don my bedclothes, and peruse my novel, which involves a man and his might-as-well-be-sentient tank.

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I didn't stop at the place I smelled it, because it was the cafe at the Central Market, which doesn't tend towards steak, which is what I became obsessed with. XD I haven't really eaten much protein for a week or two, so it was probably high time I did so. :D
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Steaks really are much tastier than iron pills.
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I'll just think wistful thoughts ... really, you've been working very hard on it, and I can always go look at my latest in-progress and get happy, at least temporarily!
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Re: Bennigan's.
Their grilled seafood platter (shrimp, crab cakes, and salmon, with remoulade sauce) is really good, though.
Re: Bennigan's.