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Dec. 14th, 2006 01:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shermaramaIn the quest to get presents made in time I made truffle mixture as a parallel operation with the chocolate fudge yesterday, meaning to make it into truffles today, and so earlier I sat down with the bowl and set up the board and the storage box and pieces of greaseproof and sink full of soapy water because you just get truffle mix all over the taps/rest of universe if you don't do it first and the sieve with cocoa powder and thing to put the sieve down on so that the cocoa doesn't get everywhere, and then I took up my teaspoon, dug in and found the mixture hadn't set. Erk. Not sure what to do with it either. It'd make amazing icing for something but I have no plans to make chocolate cake any time in the near future and with that much butter in I doubt it'll keep long. I think I'm going to blame excess oil in the shonky Asda chocolate that went in it, most of it was Sainsbury's Dark as it should be, though usually I add a bit of something 70%ish too. Bloody Asda. Possibly also a bit much water in the coffee, trying to be clever I used Kat's actual tablespoon measures rather than just sticking a little bit in the bottom of the mug. Hmm. I don't want to abandon the existing mix (essentially 400g of chocolate and 250g of unsalted butter, with a few extras for taste) but I can't see how to repair it.
Meanwhile, viatenlegspider, this test http://www.delosis.com/listening/login.html?u=115148_b3585ac822 is kind of interesting, being actual scientific research about musical skills - have a go, especially if you're likely to be able to point a blood relative at it too. I got the maximum score on the second half which just goes to illustrate why I spend a lot of my time sat behind a drumkit shouting at guitarists that can't tell two differently-phrased riffs apart. Though I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, mostly this week I have sat behind a mesh-headed snare and by dint of applying myself to it for about twenty minutes every day, bar the day I was in Brighton, I have suddenly got about eighteen times better at rolls, and hopefully will be able to play the intro to the new song the way I think it ought to go instead of the way I've had to settle for til now. Practice in Making Perfect Shocker.
Speaking of sitting behind drumkits and shouting, and playing new songs, tomorrow Punch Judy will be playing at the New Cross Inn with Public Enterprise and The Moon. I know, I know, it's on the wrong side of the river, I didn't post this early enough, it's only the bloody New Cross Inn, never mind - you can come see us play at the Inn On The Green on the 21st instead, can't you? Ha. But honestly, I'd recommend tomorrow, I'm afraid Public Enterprise have got far enough into my head that I've got time-travelling pre-emptive earworms and I want to spread it around, and talking of spreading it around there'll be the Moon and Joe the singer will mostly be spreading himself around the stage, floor, furniture and any punters daft enough to shout into a wireless mike when it's waved at them. Public Enterprise deserve more fans, Joe deserves more beer, come along.
Right, now I've got to wrap up a giant lightbulb. Tomorrow's drumming will be exquisitely well-fuelled; we are having a work Christmas lunch at a local restaurant that is simply called Biryani, and that lunch will mainly consist of giant heaps of biryani, with bhajis and channa dal and whole boiled eggs and kulfi for afters and I should just about be able to move again by teatime. We are also doing a Secret Santa and I drew my supervisor, man, hard work but hopefully a lamp in the shape of a lightbulb for instant inspiration may get a laugh. Ha, tomorrow we also, hopefully, find out whatever news it is that's been making him skip around like an overgrown child all week; we have a sneaking suspicion that he might have been looking for jobs elsewhere, and that he might have got one at UCL. Bizarrely, since we're all sort of accessories to his grant rather than proper students, if he goes, we go with him, and all of a sudden I'm at my *fifth* university and it's in Kings Cross. Eh?
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tenlegspider, this test http://www.delosis.com/listening/login.html?u=115148_b3585ac822 is kind of interesting, being actual scientific research about musical skills - have a go, especially if you're likely to be able to point a blood relative at it too. I got the maximum score on the second half which just goes to illustrate why I spend a lot of my time sat behind a drumkit shouting at guitarists that can't tell two differently-phrased riffs apart. Though I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, mostly this week I have sat behind a mesh-headed snare and by dint of applying myself to it for about twenty minutes every day, bar the day I was in Brighton, I have suddenly got about eighteen times better at rolls, and hopefully will be able to play the intro to the new song the way I think it ought to go instead of the way I've had to settle for til now. Practice in Making Perfect Shocker. Speaking of sitting behind drumkits and shouting, and playing new songs, tomorrow Punch Judy will be playing at the New Cross Inn with Public Enterprise and The Moon. I know, I know, it's on the wrong side of the river, I didn't post this early enough, it's only the bloody New Cross Inn, never mind - you can come see us play at the Inn On The Green on the 21st instead, can't you? Ha. But honestly, I'd recommend tomorrow, I'm afraid Public Enterprise have got far enough into my head that I've got time-travelling pre-emptive earworms and I want to spread it around, and talking of spreading it around there'll be the Moon and Joe the singer will mostly be spreading himself around the stage, floor, furniture and any punters daft enough to shout into a wireless mike when it's waved at them. Public Enterprise deserve more fans, Joe deserves more beer, come along.
Right, now I've got to wrap up a giant lightbulb. Tomorrow's drumming will be exquisitely well-fuelled; we are having a work Christmas lunch at a local restaurant that is simply called Biryani, and that lunch will mainly consist of giant heaps of biryani, with bhajis and channa dal and whole boiled eggs and kulfi for afters and I should just about be able to move again by teatime. We are also doing a Secret Santa and I drew my supervisor, man, hard work but hopefully a lamp in the shape of a lightbulb for instant inspiration may get a laugh. Ha, tomorrow we also, hopefully, find out whatever news it is that's been making him skip around like an overgrown child all week; we have a sneaking suspicion that he might have been looking for jobs elsewhere, and that he might have got one at UCL. Bizarrely, since we're all sort of accessories to his grant rather than proper students, if he goes, we go with him, and all of a sudden I'm at my *fifth* university and it's in Kings Cross. Eh?