Sometimes I'm a bowl of petunias.
Mostly, though, I'm a whale.
You don't get to be a great cook without some great disasters. Keep things in perspective with this handy scale.
| X hangover
| X Mum... help?
| X home-made butter
| X smoked pumpkin soup X forgot to add water to the cake mix
| X green yoghurt
bad ----------------------------------------------------------TASTE -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- good
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.
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..."
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.
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
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
Chocolate Fondant - if making GF, use the heaviest flour you can find
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
low FODMAP recipes on E2
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
Everything2 is a Community
A day in the life of Everything, Kansas
A message from sensei
adidas's default scratch pad
Ask moJoe : Advice for the Criminally Confused
For a boat of white bone, and we three
Getting to know you noders fucking sucked
Hit by the realization that they are all getting to know you nodes
I am the very model of a modern E2 editor
Everything2 Decaversary Interviews: Nemosyn
Everything2 Memorial Node
Nodes explaining noder names
Submissions for the "I'd Rather Be Noding" Bumper Sticker
You noders still fucking suck, but your needing my wisdoms bad
Everything2 Easter Eggs
Lesbians! Monkeys! Soy! Google!
The One True Meme
Changes in Southern British pronunciation
Cological, Trilogical, and Borromeological Words
Doo-Wop Secret Decoder
Eat Poop You Cat
Holding up a bank in Latin
How to prepare a manuscript
Old People Names
Pleonastic seriously, it's a word about words, and a spoonerism!
The Atlas of True Names
Things I would be interested in seeing used in a literary context
Just on spec, addressed as follows:
"It could use a space ship," said the angel
Another sleep-inducing panel on the plague of public somnolence
Arthur Dent's Eulogy for Douglas Adams
Conversations with Fo Fo, the Loneliest dog in Purgatory
Damn! Is that ramen in my trousers?
Desiderata of Time and Elevation
An Incomplete List of Untrue Facts
Feature request for Universe 2.0
How did I get here, Sarah?
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library
Last Chapter of a Novel: An Everything Quest
Legend of the Red Barracuda, or: Driving through Space with the Windows Rolled Down
Prosenoder's Cup 2018
Someday my life will be interesting, and I will come back and tell you about it then
Standing on a mountaintop in northern Siberia under the rapidly descending bulk of asteroid McAlmont, with a calculating expression and a baseball bat
Staring at the floor pattern in the kitchen
Stories about Mia
Stories from the Home
The life and times of a fallen angel
the mystic E2 Dragon
Why there is no moloch13
A List of Titles This Poem Could've Had
A Space Child's Mother Goose
An almost empty room
And she's walking as if her feet hurt
Death Poem of Toyotomi Hideyoshi
Don's missing a mastodon
In Da Club
Jenny gave me a leaf of autumn
It's fall and you know what that means
Not the Sunscreen Song
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
The Hedgehog Can Never Be Buggered At All
The young poet, facing a deadline, scans pages 450-467 of the OED
Big Things in Australia
[E2 Quest: Histories of the World
Eddie would go
John Thomas Cholmondeley-Minge
Ross River Fever
Saint John's Bible
Sauce béarnaise syndrome
The Atlas of True Names
The Big Potato
The Shiring of England