Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known

I am becoming a poor blogger again! Writing for Grace, Samesame, working, going out and sleeping and shit doesn’t leave a huge amount of idle blog time. I was already thinking that I was becoming overdue for a post, but then on Friday night Dish asked me to update. It’s poor form when a reader asks you to update, right?

I don’t really know what to tell you about? For the sake of keeping everyone on the same page, I’ll tell you more about what is happening with Dish. Nothing. That essentially covers it, but I will give you a bit more than that. A few weeks ago, and about four days after the inital pash-fest Dish decided she didn’t want to do it anymore. She said she was an all or nothing sorta gal, and she wasn’t looking for an “all”. I won’t lie, I’m a little heartbroken. I like her a bunch and she is just so fun to hang out with, but what can you do, right? I am glad she was honest, it’s better than her just going along with things for the sake of it. We still hang out. At the moment I’m really trying to remind myself that we are only friends and will be only friends and not to think things are anything more than that. Just for something different, I’m trying not to fall for someone who isn’t interested. It’s really hard, but I know that when she meets someone else or whatever it won’t be that “slap in the face” feeling so it’s better to get it sorted now.

What else? I’ve been pretty busy with business stuff. I do a fair few custom pieces and I’m working on building stock for a market stall. With uni and everything else, the time involved in the online store is a bit crazy so I’m going to try having a fortnightly stall and just work online for custom work and stuff. I don’t want to do a half assed job of things, so I’m trying to figure out how to best manage it all. I seem to be pretty half assed  in every aspect of my life at the moment, so I am trying to sort out things piece by piece. Nothing is bad but nothing is great either, I am confident I can improve things though.

That said, it’s midday on Sunday and I am yet to brush my hair. Nor have I showered or changed out of PJs. I can’t even blame it on being hungover, I am just lazy. Hey, at least I am honest though, right?

P.S. I have a desperate urge to make things with gingerbread man motifs at the moment. For some reason, I just want clothes adorned with them, I’m thinking a tshirt with a gingerbread man collar. You heard it here first kids, gingerbread men for Winter 10. It’s all I’m saying.

Yesterday morning I wanted to cook some eggs for breakfast. I can poach eggs the normal way, but Dish cannot and I had heard about this cling wrap method so I decided to try it and see if it really works* and to document the process so Dish, and all of you, can try it yourself.

1. Wake up and decided to eat eggs.

Yep, this is really me, 30 seconds after hopping out of bed actually rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I know, I know, who wouldn’t want to wake up to this?

2. Assemble your ingredients. You’ll need some cling film (make sure it’s ok to be heated, most are but I believe some don’t go well in the microwave, so just check), a bowl, however many eggs you’d like and a pot of gently boiling water. If you’d like toast then I’m gonna go ahead and assume that you’ll be ok to sort that out yourself.

3. Ok, so you get a bowl, then tear off a big piece of cling film. Lay it over the bowl and poke it down in  the middle a little bit so there is a little well. Crack the egg into the cling film.

4. Go ahead and gather up the cling film, making a little bag around the cracked egg. See if you can pinch a little bit of air into the bag and pinch all the ends together well. You can twist tie it all together, but I just gave it a bit of a twist and it was ok.

5. Drop that sucker into the water. Try and keep the water from going inside the pouch, you can just pull up the ends to keep it all bobbing upright every now and then. I try and stop them from touching against the sides of the pot, in case they melt. Make sure it’s not boiling too hard or you’ll melt the cling wrap **.

6. Let them hang around like this for a few minutes. It depends how runny you want them. I hate runny white bits so I left them for like four or five minutes, checking occasionally and pulling the plastic so they bob upright again.

7. Dunzo! Fish those suckers out and peel away the film. You might find a little bit of the egg sticks to the cling film, but that is ok. Make sure all the plastic is off and then dive in! Easy as pie!! Nomnomnonm.

* It worked beautifully yesterday morning. I went for a repeat performance this morning and it was an epic fail. I believe the water was boiling too hard and it ended up melting the cling film into the egg itself. I diced them, don’t eat cling film, it could be very bad for you :/

** This morning I sprayed some oil spray on the cling film before I put the egg in, as suggested by some sites. I won’t say it was the oil that made things go weird today, but just in case, I’d skip it next time. The film came away from the egg pretty well without anything yesterday morning, so i reckon you don’t need it….and watch the water temperature!!

• I have officially killed my first mobile. Generally I replace phones because I am bored with them, but this morning when I got a new phone, it was because I kinda needed one (or as much as a person can need a phone anyways). I dropped it at work on Monday and it literally smashed into pieces. I put it back together but during calls now if it’s not dropping out, it’s making a loud hissing noise. It also doesn’t get some texts, delivers them six hours late or doesn’t send texts right away once I hit send on my end. My new phone is a Nokia E72, it does cool shit but doesn’t slide around, which I assume will be helpful in not having it break super quickly. I also now get email on my phone and there is FB too. Z.O.M.F.G.

• Dish and I went out for dinner last night, and it was totally awesome. We didn’t go anywhere outstanding but we just had really long chats about everything, so it was fantastic. I won’t explain it, because it will be incredibly long and probably won’t make a lot of sense unless you know me fairly well, but she kinda cut through some of my bullshit which I really respect. A lot of people kind of let me just be dismissive and that won’t fly with her so I actually have to confront things. It’s uncomfortable for me to do, but ultimately far better for me to actually deal with things than pretend everything is ok. It was really, really good and I so appreciate her doing it. She is a really, really good person. She has so much integrity and is just super trustworthy. I always tend to assume I’ll be fucked over by people, unless they are in my very select group of people who I am cool with, but Dish is becoming one of those people. She has never given me any reason to think differently, I like that.

• What is the go with today? It was almost cool on Monday but now it’s back to being disgustingly hot and humid. Queensland, really, it’s your last month of summer, traditionally things start cooling down just a touch to prepare for Autumn. Just a thought?

• I should think about sorting out textbooks….I should also check what date uni actually goes back. I know it’s late Feburary, but I really couldn’t say for sure exactly when. Clearly very little has changed since I was last an undergrad. I do have a cool pencil case and two cool notebooks though, so you know, priorities.

• There is a dude mowing our lawn right now. Freshly cut grass in summer has to be one of the best smells ever. I also really like the smell of ripe mangoes, and, more interestingly tinsel and chocolate and foil (like the way Easter Eggs smell, yumm!). Speaking of Easter, I’ve also come to realise that my Creme Egg addiction is actually a problem because I am not in control of it. If you put me in a room with a pile of Creme Eggs and left me to it, I can say without hesitation I would literally eat them until I fell into a diabetic coma and died. As much as I love them, they make my teeth hurt from being so sweet and give me a headache, but you can bet I don’t let that slow me down. There are very few things I wouldn’t do for a Creme Egg, if you could inject that gooey middle stuff, I’d have an IV strapped to me.