Addendum to Previous Post

I just ate some of the casserole and it wasn't as fabulous as I recalled, so never mind.

Here's a fun optical illusion to make up for it instead. When I showed this to the physics instructor at my work, he had me print a copy so he could take it and look at it until he figured it out (which he did rather quickly). :o)

Google+ and Zucchini Casserole

I keep thinking of things to post, but then I end up posting them to Google+ instead. Now I know how Facebook fanatics feel (I never use my Facebook account).

Here is something to tide you over until I write a real post: I made zucchini casserole today. It's really fantastic zucchini casserole that tastes nothing like zucchini, and is probably more unhealthy than healthy, which is why it's so delicious. It won a ward cooking/baking/whatever contest once. For real! It's not my recipe though, it's just one I found on the internet. But boy is it good!

The end.

P.S. Someday I will be able to take something out of the oven without burning myself. I don't know why my flesh is so attracted to that metal...

P.P.S. My cat just got a whiff of the casserole and came zooming up from downstairs. That's how good it is.

Betty as a Lego Minifig

Last night I created my Lego counterpart:

Ta-da! A Ravenclaw minifig! And she looks just like me, too!

"But Betty," you say, "Lego has never produced a Ravenclaw minifigure*. How is this possible?"

I will tell you: it is possible with an extra old-style Gryffindor torso, some extra body parts from Lego Pick a Brick, a Harry Potter sticker book, a pair of scissors, an Exacto knife, a cutting mat, and lots of time and patience. But hey, I think the end result is worth it (and I wasn't going to use that sticker of Cho anyway).



*Lego has produced a Ravenclaw microfigure, but that's not nearly as good looking as my personalized minifig, don't you think?

How Tired Am I?

This morning Anya woke me up sometime between 5 and 6, as usual. I was falling asleep even as I opened her can of food and dumped it onto the plate, but instead of going back to bed after I'd fed her, some part of me decided to eat a bowl of cereal. I got out the Wheat Chex, the milk, the bowl, etc., but when I sat down to eat, I opened my eyes and saw that I was holding a fork, poised and ready, over the cereal. A fork. I'd also gotten out a butter knife to go along with the fork.

Sometimes I wonder where my brain goes when I'm sleepy.