Pizza Record

"In no way is this a good thing." Says my brain, as I check the time, realize it's 4:05 PM, and my eyelids fly open.

After all, I did have the slight notion that it was nearly lunchtime.
Oh. That's right. I ate lunch. Right after I got up.
Taco soup for breakfast. Yum yum.

I write now to give you a short story.

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Once upon a time, I ate pizza for dinner on Tuesday. Then I had cold pizza for breakfast on Wednesday, then leftover pizza for lunch later, then I went to a friend's house where we ate---guess what?---pizza for dinner. Then I ate more cold pizza for breakfast.

* * *

What a lovely life.

More soon...or something like that.

Yesterday, Movie Talk, and Beyond

The title here is reminding me of "Bed Bath and Beyond". What a weird store. At first glance they sell household amenities. Towels, shower curtains, bathmats and blenders. And then you start to find out of place type things like lawn chairs and little plastic back massagers. Not to mention those strange "bladeless fans".

But I do not post to talk of bizarre department stores.

Yesterday I drew a picture.
Oh dear.
I'm afraid I'm a very, very less-than-skilled portrait artist. Faces are fun to draw, but I really struggle with proportions.

This is what I mean:

Agh!
Leauphaun! Zethra! Heeeeelp meeeee!

For some reason, I've convinced myself that my depiction of Asa Butterfield looks somewhat better upside down.

Why this is, I have no clue.

Okay: So I've got work to improve on in the art department. However that may be, I have this strange compulsion to edit my drawings once I've scanned them onto my computer.

Take a look.

I LOVE DOING THIS! (Not that it betters my artistic talent, but I love to bring the darks and brights out). Ahhh...I could probably spend a few days between Picasa and Paint.net blending every single pixel of the picture to my heart's content. Actually, I have better renditions of this sketch on my own computer that I wish to share with yaz all, but seeing that I'm not actually on my own computer, this one will haffta do (until another post).

You may call me a geek if you like.

On another note, I charge you in the name of movieness to NOT see this movie.

Ai yi yi! Mirror Mirror was not worth the $1.50 that was spent so that I might see it at the cheap dollar theater.

...*sigh* Yet another movie in which to explain to children that they have a "special power within themselves" with which they can do anything as long as the put their minds to it.
This completely compromises Philippians 4:13.

That, along with the dopey plot line and predictable dialogue turns this movie into a total, rolling-your-eyes disaster.
However, I'm curious enough to go and see this movie.

Do you, like me, find it strange that two Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs parodies have come out at nearly the same time? What's with that anyway?


 Until another time and another place,
K-Minty

Kismint's "How To"

Instructions as promised!

This is for dear Regollin and Lauricia: "Kismint's How-To Post"

Oky doky, so a few days ago, Regollin asked me how to put the 'reactions' gadget on a blog. Like this one.

The reactions button is a very handy thing. A very handy thing indeed. It give the reader the opportunity to give instant feedback, without having to take the time to comment and yadda yadda yadda.

Anyhow, this is how you get it to show up on your blog.

Step numbero one:

Once at your blogger dashboard, head over to "Layout".

Then click "Edit" at the bottom of the box entitled "Blog Posts".

From there check the box that says "Reactions", and type in what kind of reactions you want available by clicking edit.

Quite simple, yes? I hope this helps!

And now for your blogger background dilemma, Lauricia...

As I said in the comment of my last post, I checked out what you were talking about, followed the website's instructions, and was able to pull it off.

This is what it boiled down to.

First I went to Shabbyblogs.com, clicked "Designs" at the top, then "Backgrounds", and got to their large assortment of backgrounds.

After clicking "Grab The Code", I copied the HTML and headed to my blogger dashboard.



From there I went to "Layout" (see above pictures) and clicked "Add a Gadget".

Then I scrolled down to "HTML/JavaScript" and clicked the plus sign at the top right.

And then it's a simple copy and "Save".

And that is all there was to it. I'm sorry if it doesn't work on your computer. =(

Computers are weird like that sometimes.

I hope I was able to help, if only a lil' bit.

Thanks guys! Keep the comments-a-comin', cause they're making a happy Kismint Plink-a-Dink outta me! =)

Unshakability

Let's talk about socks for a minute.

Shall we?
 

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Contrary to popular belief, cherry pie does not "make the world go round". Granted, it does give the world higher cholesterol, and wayside blood sugars. Instead, this singularly honorific...err...honor must be handed to our great friends: THE SOCKS. Yes. Socks make the world go round. Why, look ye, amidst the whole of our shoe-laden feet! There is, THE PAIR OF SOCKS to accompany our otherwise naked toes. Imagine it: a world without socks. A desolate mayhem. For there the black shadows (at this I wonder what other color a shadow could be) of blister and frostbite would lurk in the candy cane forests, don't you agree? Somehow, the world is a sweeter place with SOCKS.
Truly friend, I must hath never spoken a more sincere sentence, correct?

Alas, THE SOCK is a tricky thing, and of the most trickish nature. For though, undoubtedly, you have worn a pair and thought the world of them at that time, it is questionable whether you have witnessed a darker side of these mittens of the feet...


AND THERE I WAS!

On a stairway of fate! A stairway of destiny! A stairway of ill and unfortunate luck! And, of course: A stairway of slippery, knot holed wooden steps wheretofore I should have known better then to come bounding down them in SOCKS!!

Ah! Sweet stupidity. Wherever would I be without you? How then shall I find my facepalming moments without thee to guide my klutzish, sock-footed way?

Splat.

* * *

And that was how youth camp began. With me on the floor. And everyone (almost everyone) staring at me in that "oh-you-silly-child-who-decides-to-leap-down-a-polished-wooden-stair-case-with-socks-on" sort of way.

I can't even describe all the wonderful, idiotic, stupendous, and outlandish things we did less then a fortnight ago. From the dropping of cheese balls to the epicness of kerplunking into horse poop. To the squishing of spiders to the smashing of PBC pipe swords.

Wonderful stuff. Really really wonderful stuff.

However, though you may read this with surprise, I do assure you that it was clearly evident that God was with us. Not only because of the many, many times in which, to my great amazement, I did NOT break my neck, but because of the way my eyes, mind, and heart were opened up to just how...OUTSTANDINGLY

BEAUTIFUL our Father is and will always be.

Our theme was "Unshakable".

To be unshakable in your faith is no simple feat. Look at Abraham, Hannah, Joshua, Daniel, Rahab---all heroes of faith. Their stories tell of what it means to be unshakable.

Now, if only I could be like them...

Thus, I went to camp. I got back from camp. I miss camp.

I am impatient for a great many things.

I am impatient for The Hobbit to Come out in less then six months.

I am impatient for my week to be done so that I can sit back on a Saturday and sigh with contentment for no particular reason.

I am impatient for a fleeting moment of inspiration to kick me in the brain (anytime now...anytime...).

And, I was impatient to redecorate my blog. But as you can plainly see, I caved on that one.

So now it's official: I am @ http://www.kismint.blogspot.com/

Hear, hear!

I'm sorry if you had a hard time getting here. After all, I did say that the updates would come on August 1, and seeing that it is not yet July, I must admit, I was rather hasty. But I found a template I liked, and a name that grew. So please don't be mad. Or eat me with bacon bits.

Clarification: You can give me the bacon bits to eat, you just can't eat me with them.

Love to all,

God bless,
Plink-a-Dink

Much Rush

So, this is one of those moment when I have a heap of things to tell you, and not so much of a heap of time.

Yup. It's youth camp or bust tomorrow. I'mma headin' North! Yippeeeee...
Alas, I cannot pen half of what I wished to leave you with. Instead I leave but a smidgen of a teaspoon.

I must depart.
Farewell.
I return on the 11th.
Goodbye civilization. I leave you on joyous terms.

"Look to my coming on the first light of the fifth day, at dawn look to the east."

God bless you Gandalf.

Love to you all,
Ka-Plinkydink

The Art Of Dentistry

In this fair portion of land that I take abode in, we have a certain currency that take form in The Edible.

Yes, it is in this case that, indeed, when talking of "the dough" you are very much referring to THE DOUGH. And while some choose to overlook this important fact, it remains a simple element of truth that the floury substances are of utmost value. Drooling over your new purple cardigan sweater is not unheard of when speaking of this particular delicacy. Many a humbled hand weaves the fibers of its essence into a shape of taste bud galor. Into oblivion you sink, drifting in and out of dreamy mush and pastry delight. Such a wonderfulness! O, to spread upon the sheet of perfection a slab of whatever seems fit, only to devour in a moment's notice.
For as they say: A fool and his money are soon parted. And baby: this stuff will make a fool outta you. At first glance it looks naught but a piece of flatness. The parchment of the oven. And scarce else. Nevertheless, humankind need not be reminded after first bite the beauty of the soft grains that so splendidly conduct themselves to create a blast of otherwise unobtainable flavor.
Perhaps it's not perfectly clear in your mind what I'm speaking of.

I'm talking about tortillas.

Alas, the plastic wrapped plastic encasing the pale goodness becomes lighter. For our family is well acquired with the art of purchasing the latter:
Eat, or it will be eaten.

Apart from that, I just got back from the dentist.



Somehow inserting this song in accordance to this post seems perfectly cliched. But ya'know what? The above song states---to a T---what I was feeling on this particular trip to the dentist.

Let's be honest now, I love my dentist. I mean, he was our family dentist before I was even associated with a family. However, as it seems there really is a first time for everything, I got a cavity (yes, angel child me...can you believe it?).

And I am oh so afraid of needles.

And numbing requires needles.

And drilling a hole in your tooth requires numbing.

And a cavity requires drilling a hole in your tooth.

Ugh. I haven't had to be suck with a needle since I was six years old. Fear reeeeeally feeds on time. I mean reeeeeeeally. Who was the sick person who had the idea to intentionally puncture themselves with a skinny piece of steel anyway?? And get this: it hurts less when they shoot you with the numbing stuff if they insert it slowly.

Okay, so this is like, PROLONGED MENTAL TORTURE!!!

It really is. Pinch me as hard as you can and I'll be fine with it (yes, this has been tested many-a-time), but pull out a teeny lil' pricker and announce to me that it will only cause a slight pinching discomfort and I go nuts in the head.

Actually, I'm already nuts in the head. But I suppose the figure of speech is what counts.

After the seconds of injecting the numbing venom stuff, my lip feels like it's going through a mildly catastrophic acid wash (tingling, burning, simulation of that weird swelling feeling, the like). But from there, the drill was just fine. In fact, it was almost nice to think of my pearly whites being cleanses by that demolition of tooth structure.

Tho now bi lib id regainding id's conthciouthneth.

I only got freaked out once I was in the car and I tried to pinch myself. I also keep having flashbacks of that small---nearly imperceptible little twinge of that skewer in my gum. It makes me shudder.

Somebody throw me on a rollercoaster.