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One note of comfort: PLL has been making bread lately, She started with going back to the no-knead single loaf thing, and is now moving on to more adventurous loaves. This one is a garlic-herb cheese job that's rolled up before baking. I had to grab the picture off her FB:

Trust me, you would not be barefootin' in Toronto--a bit nippy for that/ Unfotunately, crown broke, so it's a no-win scenario.

Costume, hair and makeup have outdone themselves with Chelsea lately [wasn't that a Chelsea Handler thing?]. Leaving aside the hide of the nauga in shit-brindle brown, I call to your attention the top-of-head bun. Suddenly, I flashed back to early childhood--boes, are you here for this one? apologies--can't shrink the image

Or shoes? I'm into the old-lady slipper-shuffle out to the recycling bins. And the extenda-sweater thing down to the knees over the house pants. Just to really put a bow on things, I spit out a cap last night--dentists shut down here/ Currently starring as White Fang as a result.

Good for Thing2! I don't know--I'm kind of a limited sample here. Twilight is an interesting choice of word --there's something claustrophobically grim about every damn day. One CDN news show around six I'm sort of still partly watching but I no longer know why. Except perhaps to see the assholes carrying on about civil liberties and how they're being infringed upon by lockdown enforcement; i.e., some guy skateboarding with his sons in a shut-down area who got the $900 ticket. Aw poor baby... If nothing else, I've lost patience with people who are whining about what they can't do. You're still doing your hair? Kudos! I inherited my mother's lazy-about-hair gene and get [or used to get at the mo] my friend the hairdresser to wash and blowdry every week--I have super dry hair. That dry hair is handy right now--I haven't seem my hair this, shall we say, moist in forever. The most I get dressed is vaguely business on top, and I mean vaguely, for zoom/webex/whatever meetings each week. I've just wrapped up my and my faculty's semester paperwork and online classes are done. This is also depressing. I'm trying to muster the focus and vestiges of ego needed to do the months of bureaucratic crap ahead of me. Mustering not going well. Outside contact, even online, shrivelling is not a good thing for me. We're very restricted in how much we can even go onto commercial streets, and my beloved Roncey isn't just a ghost street, it's filled with people lining up, spread apart, outside essential stores that are open. Anybody who has some spare motivation, let me know please!

Ham is not a favourite here--haven't cooked one in decades. And Easter's always kind of a conundrum, meal-wise for us--spring foods, yes; it's the meat/fish item that's an issue. Were things a bit more normal, I'd do a herb stuffing for a side of salmon, new potatoes, asparagus, and so on. As is, probably turkey meatballs with something like a pasta primavera. To be slightly more festive, and realllllly old-school, I'm going to assay a Spanish Bar Cake--an ancient, not upmarket spice cake w raisins thing formerly sold by A & P in Canada. Believe me, this is not a classy item. But I love spice cake and PLL found recipes for it. Tiara? The notion of me wearing one leaves me panting helplessly with laughter. I guess that's a good thing. Happy Easter to all!

And to do so well, in the midst of all this! Congratulations!

Never gets old, that one.

UO ALERT! Not a fan of "classic episodes," sorry. However, The Swoosh! And Jack finger-combing it back! PB, always a great looking man. And Jerry Douglas--just always enjoyed watching him in a scene; oh, and young, adorable Jill. It was sorta fun to see Douglas Austin not taking too much crap from a very insufferable Victor, but also knowing his place as a toady. Men who aged better? Who grew into their faces? EB--hated the shoe-polish eyebrows and the skinny face. Don Diamont--don't all run at me with knives--looks better now, less like a mannequin. I'm also throwing in MTS here--to me, she is more interesting, and less Barbie now. Umm, the darker lighting on the more detailed sets was nice.

Umm, yes, there was the missing-bandage issue. Did Kayla go in through his eye--I mean, there are [and I'm not remotely medically aware] some brain procedures where they operate through the nasal cavity. But, but, but, our lady medics did not appear to be working anywhere near Steve's head. His head was at the front of the shot, then there was some distance between said head and Kayla, Sarah, and scalpel. I started wondering if maybe Rolf got all slyboots and maybe put the chip someplace abdominal...

lovesmesomejery, Toronto's kind of the same, only maybe a touch worse--if that's possible. Very little is open, and I've stopped "live" shopping--delivery is a Godsend. I can get most things and a local fancy fish store is wonderful--they send someone within 30 minutes of your ordering. Fresh vegetables are a problem--because we're really forcibly discouraged from street shopping. A friend who was foolhardy enough to try the local liquor store yesterday sent a picture of people lined up many feet apart, and only one at a time allowed in. He gave up on grocery shopping, and set himself up for delivery--I don't know anyone who's still doing it in person. The province enforces once a week necessity shopping if you're extremely healthy; otherwise stay home. Nobody on my block's car has moved in nearly two weeks, including mine. [It's a 19thC area, so no driveways or garages--you park on the street and pay the city for the pleasure.] So just nothing here.

Got them all, and truly surprised myself.

Humour time Or "As the Inbox Clogs"... The faculty of the School of Media are getting seasonal today, and I found one image I really like!

Once in a while, we get one of those relatively better episodes. So I'll be grateful for your today's US: We had Jack pitting the two young idiots against each other and cutting off their "but, but, but..." crap before it could get rolling. We had Jack and Jill being old-school fun and behaving like adults. And, kinda gooey, but we had Lily offering Traci a position with Chancellor Media. I'll more or less take anything that keeps BM [Beth Maitland] onscreen. There were likely some other storylines, but I didn't care.

I'm in downtown west central Toronto, as most of you know. The city is just short of total lockdown--and that wouldn't be such a bad thing. Police are authorized to ticket people in clumps and nearly all parks are closed. People are, of course, still behaving like idiots in some cases--a little tough to brunch when restaurants have been closed for over a week. The list of non-essential stores/services that can be open was tightened again yesterday. Pet stores, for example--you can call and pick up stuff, but they're not open as such. I guess it's good that all three levels of government are cooperating. I don't know at this point. Health care? Who knows? A lot of services adveertise online, but, seriously, why would anyone go near a hospital if they didn't need to? Standard activities like local street shopping--kind of frightening at the moment. Strongly advised not to do so unless dire necessity. So the online grocery shopping adventures will continue. It's basically awful here, with numbers still climbing fast.

Mmmmm, yes. It was new. And we all know, that means it wasn't very good. Though, as the owner of yet another major UO, I'd rather watch current crap as diversion than even "classic episodes." In the extreme minority, I know, I know. Current horrible situation or not, and mainly where soaps are concerned, I've never been able to watch repeats, no matter how good. Just don't enjoy them and I get bored. That having been aired, we got a major dose of the Sharon Hub as materfamilias, a dose of Phyllis' hidden depths [avoid ruminating on that] as she shared with Summer how much she cared about GC's own saint, Sharon, some crap between Chelsea and Chloe, and the diverting display of Victoria letting loose at Adam. AH was pretty good there. And then the 6:00 news, which is not a diversion.

Oh you’re right! Most people in southern Ontario said “Bloblaws” or Bob Loblaws just became it was a funny name for a store. It’s okay on my phone

Yup, not just a sound joke but an old Toronto joke--lots of Canadian comedy writers in Hollywood.

For a diversion, I can tell you about live online grocery shopping in Toronto... I sure as hell am not going into a large-format store. Or, at this point, any store--edging into the age where we're not supposed to do so, and mild asthma. Mind you, a 93 year-old neighbour who walks every day, rain or shine, is still grocery shopping in stores. I told him not to, and he told me rotisserie chickens were on cheap and that his hip operation was postponed. Once you get a time-slot for a delivery, the system lets you shop. The time-slot's the tough part--that's assuming the system doesn't crash or time out. After trying one store [Metro for TO people], I gave up and managed another [Loblaws--TO]. The sites vary, in terms of ease of operation. The "fun," if we can call it that is that your shopper texts you as she/he shops--about substitutions, and so on. For some reason, flour has dried up here. It doesn't speak well for my mental health that I enjoyed the exchange. So you kind of watch them go around the store and they tell you what's available. How's that for mundane?

Wellllll...I'm kinda getting fonder and fonder of EB--and I was never unfond, actually. But to be specific, the table-for-two interchange yesterday wherein Adam tried to blackmail Victor [how stupid can he be?] was a major display of how unskilled Mr Grossman is as an actor. EB just sat there, undercut him, and played the timing and responses. Best part of the whole show for me. [UO] There was not one other storyline I give a shit about, and I'm in the minority again because I actually don't mind AH/Victoria.

About every three days or so, I have a bit of ability to concentrate. But not much. I'm not even reading, other than on a screen. But today, I started the book mentioned here: Her Story, and it's excellent. Twenty pages was a triumph. On a bad day, I have no appetite either. Yesterday, I did manage to make cabbage soup--that was a plus. I have online students, but they're submitting so slowly that it's not much of a distraction. Other than show, DOOL, and the odd item from Netflix we've talked about here, I'm finding it hard to lower the anxiety levels enough to zone out and watch. And that's my bitching for now. I feel self-interested and ungrateful because so many are suffering more than I am.

Starts out interestingly, looks great--beautiful B & W photography, then kind loses pace. Made with mainly Hungarian money [Curtiz was Humgarian],--took me a minute or two to work out why there were no subtitles when actors were speaking Hungarian... I was pissed, actually, because studio-era Hollywood, Warners and RKO are my things.

I just started Unorthodox too! Sadly I don't recommend Curtiz--about Michael Curtiz, roughly about the time he was making Casablanca.

Because there can never be enough Boney M...or what looks like a lively Australian...