Icarus's blog: "Somantics"

Well... I'm pretty much on rations.
My dad tried to tell me how I could read my tax return to see if I had money coming back but by the sound of it I probably made just enough money to owe.

I am hungry as a bastard.
I've got one jar of tomato sauce left, from one of those ECONO size cans. I think I'll use it sparingly for a bit, and eat on a lil trick I picked up in nam.

Or was it Missouri?

Anyway- for this you will require some noodles.

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some creamy peanut butter.

Condiment X

and a fork (depending on how you bought your noodles- lets go ahead and pretend like you didn't buy elbow macaroni)

Cook noodles, put 2 tablespoons of creamy peanut butter and the noodles in the still hot pan, cook until the  peanut butter incorporates.

Eat.

Condiment X is your magical gateway in this dish
It can be salt, soysauce, balsalmic vinegar, hot sauce
if you think it'll help
put it in.

Seriously, creamy peanut butter will keep you alive, and nuts are naturally disproportionate to filling/amount eaten.

$2.58 for a jar of creamy and a six pack of ramen.

And you can eat it with rice.

You might be thinking "ewww peanut butter on anything but a sandwich?"
What you've never had pad thai?

I'm not that f*cking broke, but I'm on my way, and, I've been that broke before. I'd cancel my internet but I need it to look for jobs :|

... maybe I should sleep.
I dropped at least 20 hours recently, so I'm kinda... frisky.
And being awake this long aint great on food conservation.

What do you guys think?
Red
black
or lentils again?

God I could eat a whole fried chicken right now...

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I came back after I got a rare creature in FFT. Not because I needed it, but because I knew it was there!!!

While I was playing tactics, I realized something- I never want to be someone's
"step dad"
"maybe dad"
"baby daddy"
or
"biological father"

I dunno if I want to be anyone's for-really-reals dad either. But I guess this popped into my head from a couple webcomics and coming to terms with the fact that my dad had been married almost 7 years and was on his way to parenthood right around this time in his life.

He might not be the world's most exciting guy, but he's pretty alright.
One of my heroes anyway.

Biological clock ticking much?
Probably.
Or just an impending sense of doom and mortality as I continue to run out of money.

I think the easiest solution is to put my head down, and try not to think about it.
Speaking of which, I got this peculiar twinge in my forehead, a dull... broken feeling, and I had the pleasure of having car crash flash backs and phantom pain.
Weeee!
So I dream of general-tso's chicken, and I wake with relived pain?

That's interesting
and nothing a glass of scotch won't cure.

It's amazing what people can take from you in little to no time.
And  I think that's why I hate and fear them.

In other news, forum buddy gave me some really awesome ideas for my Gouf.
I don't know if I can do ANY of them, but it did put me down a thought process that MIGHT get me a way to manufacture booster cups.
And that's pretty sweet.

Not that I cured cancer or got myself a job, but figuring something out is always neat. Also- in test fitting my jet-box I don't think I'll be able to put one on the interior of my calves and not have them bump into each other when the lil guy walks.
So they're out.
Maybe the Kampfer had it right all along.
Piles and piles of fucking jets.
But mostly on the exterior of the form.

I still say there's room to put in butt and achilles jets but good
GOD
the work that's going to involve.

SHIT and I still haven't done anything with the damn shoulders!

*cut to generic metal music*
Oh wait this isn't a vlog about game reviews set to british wit and obscene amounts of cynicism.

Though I do like to channel Yahtzee a bit when I rant.

So-
... no actual progress made. . . .
Fuck I hated actually typing that.

No no, I think I got some very necessary practice and test fits in.
So in all we've eliminated the need for 2 jet boxes, and prototyped 1.

But I wasn't at all satisfied with the form so ... its probabling going to get tossed out.
Its not that its a bad form its just
DULL!
And I'd rather not bland myself to death.

I'll be perusing the internubs for ideas. Maybe something will hit me.

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also in lieu of turning on my TV tomorrow- I'll probably read a book.
Or work on robots.
Too bad there's no baseball. Kinda in the mood.