Saturday, July 12, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Today I tried blue raspberry Twinkies.
No, really. Apparently they're a thing.
It's some X-Men promotional idea. They come in blue raspberry and strawberry.
Since I've loved the deliciously fake sweetness that is "blue raspberry" ever since childhood, I decided my life would not be complete without trying this.
They are very, very blue inside.
If you're squeamish about massive amounts of blue food coloring entering your system, just close your eyes first. Although, you still have to get the little package open, which means you'll see something similar to this:
It's not as bad as it looks.
As long as you go into it realizing that you are about to consume something with almost no nutritional value whatsoever, something which could probably sit on the shelf until 2095 and still be relatively okay, you'll be fine.
Since I loved sweet blue raspberry stuff as a child, I actually thought these were ok.
Bonus (maybe): One of the ingredients is "Beef Fat".
And, with all the blue food coloring, just so you know, I'm still waiting to find out about the end results. (You're welcome).
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
If you've been with me for very long, you know a few things about me.
1. I love hot sauce, and there is no such thing as too hot.
2. As a french horn player, I have had many unsavory thoughts about John Philip Sousa, who obviously had many unsavory thoughts about french horn players, judging from the kind of brain-dead parts he always wrote for us.
3. I am an R.E.M. fan, in much the same way that lungs enjoy oxygen. I even have a Tumblr blog which features nothing but R.E.M.-related things. You've heard me post all that squishy geeky love for Mike Mills, right? Sure you have.
So imagine my curiosity when I was doing my daily websurfing and happened to discover that Mike Mills is one of the many human beings who currently Twitters. I decided to click the "follow" button. It occurs to me that 20 years ago, if you made arrangements to keep close tabs on someone's personal updates, you might be labeled a stalker or at least a mentally-unbalanced individual. Now, in the techno-joy of the modern age, we can all sit in our bathrobes drinking diet coke while keeping tabs on as many celebrities as we like-- and it's simply called "Being Connected To Social Media".
Yay for progress, I guess.
Anyway, it also occurred to me that after I clicked that "follow" button, Mike probably got a notification that he'd received a new follower.
Assuming he has a ton of time on his hands and the inclination to click on the link to my own twitter page, he'd see a link to this blog, the Jannaverse. And if he has even further time and inclination, he might be reading this very post, and might even have clicked on that link to my Tumblr blog.
I know, I know. It probably won't happen, in much the same way that you "probably" won't get hit by lightning in your lifetime.
Still, yay for social media.
P.S. Mike, if a miracle has happened, and you actually are reading this, I swear I'm 92% harmless. It's ok. Unless you write french horn parts the same way John Philip Sousa did.
Monday, May 5, 2014
This morning my cat Honeynut passed away.
She was 19 years old, which I guess is a long time for a cat.
Still, I miss her, and I am very sad.
After 19 years, there is a cat-shaped hole in my heart.
You can see some pictures of her in my posts here and here and here.
Rest in peace, Honeynut.
from Janna at 10:32 PM
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Take a variety of long-term illnesses, soaked for 44 years until properly marinated.
Add one particularly virulent cold/flu thingy which involves fever, chills, muscle aches, sore throat, and complete loss of the senses of taste and smell.
Mix thoroughly in bowl, remembering to shower when you can gather the energy to get out of bed.
Sorry I've been gone for so long.
Since I love hot peppers, I tried some of those to see if they would loosen up the sinuses.
I tried using straight peppermint oil as an inhaler. (I usually use it for headaches; sometimes it helps ease the pain if I rub peppermint oil into my forehead/temples. It usually makes my eyes water and my nose run, so I figured this time I'd rub it directly onto my nose and breathe deeeeeeply.)
I tried taking decongestants. I even read the directions. (!)
I have never had a cold where I lost my sense of taste for 4 days straight.
Friday will be day 5.
I dream of bacon.
Thank you for listening, especially if you actually read through my entire post. ;)
Thursday, March 13, 2014
At the time, I had no plans of trying them because they were just too expensive.
I figured "well, ok..." and tried some last Wednesday (March 5th).
Talked to two completely different managers, neither of which had read anything in the log about anyone reporting any kind of hairy chicken problem.
I explained the whole thing all over again, for the THIRD time.
Rob is a nice guy. They're all nice people there, usually.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Things I realized I do not care about when my bones ache:
1. Whether anyone has ever named a dachshund "bratwurst the third"
2. What happened to "bratwurst" the first and second
4. The fact that if Godzilla was real, he could be turned into a LOT of really nice purses and belts and boots and wallets.
Thursday, February 27, 2014
The sky's a sick ocean of white
Warm weather remains out of sight
If hot chocolate was free
I would soon have to pee
'Cuz the vortex is polar tonight
Winter has dropped to my toes
(Still wiggling despite being froze!)
I can barely inhale
Without turning quite pale
As the ice-boogers tickle my nose
So imagine my dismay when I woke up and the temperature (indoors!) was only 46 degrees.
In the past, when it's done this, I've been able to re-start it by flipping the circuit breaker off, waiting awhile, then turning it back on again.
Alas, this time it did not work, despite repeated tries.
Sooooo, I had to call someone to come fix it.
I have an electric furnace (instead of oil or gas), and it's kinda hard to find someone willing to fix those.
But I found a helpful repairman who came out right away, and happily I am now warm again.
Just in time, I might add, because the temperature is supposed to get down to 11 below zero tonight.
(That's not even counting wind chill).
Have a good weekend and stay safe.
I'll be in bed reading good books and watching DVD's with two cats yawning next to me and a ton of blankets pulled up to my chin.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Four unsettling thoughts while driving on snow and ice:
1. Has there ever been a two-headed zebra?
2. Look! squirrels! Why aren't they hibernating? Maybe these are rabid zombie squirrels.
3. .... Justin Bieber. (enough said.)
4. If I skidded on the ice and died in a horrible accident, the rabid zombie squirrels would eat me before anyone found me.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
I'm floating without a bikini
Beside all your rich fettuccine
By now, surely all of
you know my name's olive
And I'm inside a big strong martini
Garlic is perfect to toss
Into awesome spaghetti sauce
It tastes so good I think it's
ok to just drink it
While the pasta makes good dental floss
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Sticky Foot Smith looked dolefully into her carbonated beverage.
"Ohhh, I'm a-feelin' the blues," she sang. "Lonesome burnin' and starin' right into my soul..."
Skinny Pickles Jackson rolled his eyes. "Or, y'know, it could just be acid indigestion from the two dozen buffalo wings we just ate."
"Shhh," she prompted. "The chorus is coming up."
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Snowed in for two days. Alone.
Water pipes froze from Sunday through Wednesday.
Cell phone battery dying (with charger elsewhere).
When I tried opening my front door against a foot (or more) of snow, it actually BROKE THE DOOR.
Thanks to some VERY good friends, I finally got the driveway plowed out on Tuesday.
My water pipes finally un-froze on Wednesday evening.
Got the phone charged up.
The door is currently fixed with duct tape until spring, at which time I will need a new door.
It's official; I'm an old crotchety lady who hates winter.
I'm also an old crotchety lady who's turning another year older on Saturday the 11th. (!)
Monday, January 6, 2014
Got a big huge giant snowstorm yesterday.
Our area got between 12 and 19 inches of snow.
Holy goodness sakes.
I'm snowed in.
Usually my dad comes over to plow my driveway, but he's currently snowed in also.
I can't make it out of my driveway, and I'm stuck for at least another day or two.
My cell phone battery is dying, and the charger is at my workplace downtown.
And, as if that wasn't bad enough, my pipes have frozen and I have no water.
Temperature here right now:
15 below zero. Expected to reach 20 below.
38 below... and expected to reach 45 below.
The electricity is on.
And I have food to eat and beverages to drink.
I just can't flush or bathe.
I'm single and I live alone, so this is not the greatest thing to happen.
Though I guess sometimes when people are stranded together in situations like this, they can start to get on each other's nerves, so maybe it's better that I'm stuck here alone.
Either way, it's unsettling, to say the least.