more snow

And speaking of “snow” – how could I forget(!) - I made Baked Alaska the other day. Or should I say I made a Baked Alaska? Er, with my Mom that is… Okay, okay, so I just helped. Anyway, it’s actually not as complicated as I thought it might be, and the only trouble we had was keeping ourselves from eating all the meringue topping before we spread it on the cake. Yummy.

I stuck on some pecans afterwards because it looked kind of plain — in hindsight I should have realized that it would look like poop on snow! I wish I had put it in a nicer looking dish before I snapped the photo too, but I was afraid I’d break it. It was quite yummy though. Definitely going to have to try making one on my own someday.

of snow and sci-fi

Sometimes I feel like I have nothing to blog about… which is not entirely true, The Life and Times of Yours Truly can be very exciting indeed. These days though, I’ve been spending a lot of time reading. And going out, watching movies, and being ’social’ and all that fun stuff. I even made some cookies yesterday for the family. All on my own, I might add. (Yay!) Well, I guess I could have written about those things too… The real problem is that I’m a lazy git.

Anyway, back to the reading – I’d decided I was going to amuse myself by rereading books I’d finished ages ago but can’t remember a crap about. Snow Crash by Neal Stephenson was now at the front of my shelf (one might recall I did a bit of bookshelf-cleaning not too long ago), so with that I started. I had bought it for a university communications assignment; Snow Crash is now the only science fiction-type book that I own. And possibly the only one I ever shall own, but we shall see.

It was… interesting… from what I can remember. Think of a futuristic society where everything from sidewalk space to countries are owned by either the mafia or big name corporations, and that people live in the internet, and you have the background for this book covered. Exciting stuff. The main character is referred to as “the Deliverator” (make any Arny/Terminator jokes that you must) when we first meet him, because he’s a pizzaman, and that’s apparently what pizzamen are called in the distant future. But when we find out his actual name it’s, get this, Hiro Protagonist. Uh. Right. Like thats any better.

I’m not the hugest fan of sci-fi stories, but there must have been something about Snow Crash that prompted me to buy it, and write an article about it for school. As I continue to read I can recall a growing affection for Mr. Protagonist too, silly name and all. And it’s not just because he can deliver a pizza in less than 20.5 minutes, which by todays standards (at least where I live) is unimpressive . Or that he’s a “freelance hacker”. I can’t put my finger on why, exactly, but it possibly might have had something to do with the fact that he’s unkempt, silent and aggressive, wears goggles and carries a taser and katanas – while he delivers pizzas I might add. Apparently you not only receive the prestigious title of “Deliverator”, but also expect to put your life on the line while on the job, because if you fail, your mafia pizza boss will threaten to cut off your limbs. Did I mention that he also likes to think of himself as a ninja? This is such a weird book. Maybe that’s why I liked it…