Nemosyn - Everything2.com

If you need me, I'm nemosyn23 on the google mail

NYE 2010 costume: node on my shirt and softlinks on my legs. You can't see it, but I dressed in Kernel Blue. Only because I don't own anything in Jukka...

Sometimes I'm a bowl of petunias.

Mostly, though, I'm a whale.

Apocalypse 2020: An Ongoing Series

January 1, 2020: Canberra, Day 1
January 2, 2020: Spilt Milk
January 18, 2020: Hail, Climate Change!
January 23, 2020: Node-by-Phone
January 27, 2020: Two Sunsets
February 1, 2020: January, day 32
March 17, 2020: The Great ~~Plague~~ Bog Roll Shortage

You don't get to be a great cook without some great disasters. Keep things in perspective with this handy scale.

|X ow

| X ah, Christmas X smoky plum jam

| X hangover

clean |

up |

| X idk WHAT happened to THAT cheesecake

| X Mum... help?

| X home-made butter

|X garlic soup X split white chocolate

| X smoked pumpkin soup X forgot to add water to the cake mix

| X green soup X the cheesecake in the frypan

| X green yoghurt X Xmas 2019

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bad ----------------------------------------------------------TASTE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- good

28 May 1999

28 May 2009

I have had three years with you
Now you have three weeks.
I will not have a house by then.
You will not see my kitchen.
You will not come for dinner.
You will not tell me when to trim the hedges.
You will not try my cakes.
You will not have a present under my Christmas tree.
You will not know what I will name my children.

And I don't know how to cope with this.

Oh, fuck the fucking links. It's 2am and I can do it tomorrow. Besides, it's just a crappy ramble. Go away and leave it alone, poor rambly homenode never did anything to you now, did it?

I find it somehow satisfying to think that every person who is part of this wonderful, crazy world of words and links and memes will be leaving a mark, even when they have gone. In a hundred years very few of us will be alive and fewer still will remember April Trolls Day or even the address for everything2. But I like to think that it will still be here, with an old guard who remember the way it used to be, back in the early C21st, when newbies were polite to EDB in the Catbox, and you had to put your own HTML in by hand. Oh yes, by hand, you had to copy and paste every last command. And there wasn't always a transfer button in the Scratch Pad, you ungrateful shite. In fact, there wasn't always a Scratch Pad.

And the newbies - which by then, from our point of view, will be anyone under level 40 - will tell the tale of how once upon a time a mysterious masked noder called Webster 2035 appeared and noded the entire dictionary in one day . And wonder what soy has to do with anything. Or everything.

And when we finally die, someone going through our papers will find a login... a name, an address... they'll log on and find us here, find a world their father or aunt or sister lived in that they knew nothing about. They'll look at our hopeful offerings and be awed by the sheer size of this place, which by then will be run by servers covering an area the size of a small town.

And maybe one day, in the far distant future, someone will upvote your most precious writeup, and you will, in absentia, acquire one xp. They won't know you are gone. They won't care. But somewhere, in node heaven, you will be watching and whispering, "Look at that merit score...I know if I could just get to a keyboard I could level up with two more nodes... just two..."

How about some descriptionwords in here for once. Dry yukky ones, because I am feeling dry and yukky.

I am sitting backwards on the computer chair, because if I sit forwards I feel hemmed in. I feel hemmed in because I am nervous. I am nervous because the waterbombing helicopters keep flying by my flat and I am scared of them. That they will fall and crash and the noise will be so loud and I will be trapped and helpless and die.

I am alone because BlakJak has gone to Sydney to visit Taliesin's Muse. That makes me nervous too, being alone. I would like to eat a fresh hot tangy lemon sponge pudding but I am too lonely to cook.

My hand itches where it got burnt and now is healing nicely but with maximum irritation.

Most of all I am scared of life because I don't know what to do next.

The Bookmarks of Nemosyn: An Thematic Collection

Food

A trip to a minimalist restaurant
All Purpose Cultural Salt Cake of Doom
Black mussels with spiced tomato, coriander and couscous - serve in the pot, use the mussel shells as scoops
Caramelled Potatoes
Chocolate Crackles
Chocolate Fondant - if making GF, use the heaviest flour you can find
clotted cream
Cookery
Double crust death by lemon pie - pastry is hard for GF ppl but low FODMAP flour does a great job if you can use it
Green Onion Pancakes
Kimchi Soup with Tuna
Korean Recipes
low FODMAP recipes on E2
pavlova
pea soup
Poached strawberries - zero effort, use syrup in cocktails or champagne, on icecream, over dry cakes, etc.
Raspberry souffle with poached strawberries and mint pesto - do yourself a favour and make it!
Risoni with lemon, garlic and parsley
Roasted pepper cheesecake
Slow-braised chorizo with tomato, chickpeas and lemon
Tamarind and star anise chicken - very simple, very tasty, endlessly variable
Tippy Golden Flowery Broken Orange Pekoe
Toblerone-based Hot Chocolate with Marshmallows filled with Mint Pesto