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All About Me
Name: Tina Romano
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: July 7, 1983
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
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Sunday, August 16, 2009
Witch House Level Three The attic plan.
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Witch House Level Two  The second-floor plan.
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Witch House Level One  This is a workable floorplan you may submit to a real architect that Brett and I came up with after watching the movie 50 times. From what we understand, it utilized mostly studio sets and parts from at least three different houses, so it's actually a shape-shifting, mix-and-match fantasy place that allows for some degree of flexibility, especially when half the house is not shown or only fleetingly viewable. You could put in a corner fireplace in the living room, for instance, if you prefer the opening into the dining room in the middle. Actually, if you try to fit in every detail from the film, such as the central attic stairs going up to the widow's walk on a flat Mansard Roof with no cupola, it's impossible! We also had to add or eliminate some elements for safety code concerns, such as the downstairs front bedroom fireplace, not a good thing by modern standards.
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Monday, April 04, 2005
Getting into some private times, so not much writing. Here's a decent ice cream recipe, though:
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CHOCOLATE BUTTERCREAM ICE CREAM
Formulated for economy and the lactose-intolerant, this somewhat light ice cream is not as icy as most home-made attempts.
1 1/3 cups granulated sugar
3/8 cup Dutch-processed baking cocoa
1/4 cup cake flour, sifted if necessary
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 quart regular or lactase-treated whole milk, divided (lowfat okay)
1/4 cup light Karo corn syrup
1 stick (4 ounces) unsalted butter, cut into several pieces
1 ounce unsweetened cooking chocolate, coarsely chopped
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/2 teaspoon rum extract
In large, dry saucepan, mix sugar, cocoa, flour, and salt until thoroughly blended and no lumps remain. Stir in corn syrup and 2 cups of the milk; whisk until smooth. Place over medium-high heat and whisk frequently until mixture comes to a boil. Add butter and cooking chocolate; whisk until completely melted. As soon as mixture boils again, reduce heat to low and simmer gently another 5 minutes, stirring constantly. Mixture should be slightly thickened, like heavy cream. Remove from heat and stir in remaining milk, vanilla, and rum extracts, scraping bottom and sides of pan with heat-resistant rubber spatula. Cool at room temperature, stirring occassionally to keep butter homogenized. Cover and chill at least several hours before churning; stir well again right before freezing. Makes about 1/2 gallon.
Note: For a firmer, denser result more like premium ice cream, resist the urge to churn to maximum (fluffy) volume, which incorporates too much air. Process only the minimum time, when mixture is the consistency of soft whipped cream.
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Thursday, December 02, 2004
Taking a study break with the Chellester soon for fish and chips and a rousing game of pool at the local pub. It's the first time I've been out of the house (except for SCHOOL) since Turkey Day and the grand holiday buffet for 30 at the Olson's. June served two birds, one corn-fed, one smoked, and Marcia, Ginger, and the kids were invited. They brought along some women singers, a folk group called Mujer--a la the Roches--who provided some nice if amateur entertainment. (I myself probably could've sang better, if not for my nerves. I always get that choked-up sound in front of a lot of people, you know?) Everyone joined in for the standard ditties. The food was great. Everything went smoothly. It was neat.
After the guests started motoring, about 8:00, Brett and I rendezvoused back in his brother and sister's playhouse, a white clapboard shack balanced precariously over the creek, huddled in our ski jackets, and made up for lost time on a pile of leaf-littered sleeping bags. Just like regular Pilgrims. But it got so cold with all the cracks in the walls (Brett covered them with plastic sheeting, but the dogs tore it all down), the mist was blowing out our faces. After an hour we went back inside, microwaved some leftovers (having helped serve, we hardly had a bite to eat), and sat out in the truck, where we munched out and talked. He finally said the words I was waiting for, that he "wished I'd transfer," but I didn't answer. Of course I want to keep the relationship going, but I'm heading into senior year, now.
Oh, I did manage to hit Sharrie's party. I waited until I thought it would be over, than stopped by to drop off the presents and wish her well. In addition to the CD, I found a nice little ceramic chai tea set I thought she'd like. I got one for Mom last Spring and she adored it.
"Cute," Birthday Girl murmured, setting it aside on the bookshelf in the den. She insisted I stick around. Though half her friends and relatives had cleared out, the band was still there puttering around, joking, guffawing.
"Don't you want to meet Scott??"
"Sure." So I did and it was okay. The guys were super nice, chivalrous, not as intimidating as I expected for an ingenue act, even though Sharrie was in and out of the room and I was pretty much on my own with a bunch of strangers. Scott was quite pleased with the picks I bought, an economy box of a hundred plain metal ones the salesperson recommended. He made sure I was included in the conversation, all shop talk that went way over my little head that Brucie would've really dug. I wish I'd come with him. Later on Sharrie and I had a stiff drink alone and she told me the story of her life. Anyway, I don't regret it. Donna and the gang were all ears when I got home.
Other than that, I miss my boyfriend and wanna cry. Maybe I'll meet some hottie at the pool hall It's such a pick-up parlor; last time we went, some ne'er do well who looked just like Blaine hit on me. What a trip!
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