Emchap's Shit from the Internet 09/28/22 🍠
I am back from Hawaii, where I attended my friend’s beautiful wedding and ate just an obscene amount of tremendous udon. It was wonderful, but did make me want to go back to LA, which has udon and also much lower humidity. I had a lovely time and took 800 pictures of the place settings my friend had at her reception because I love snooping on stemware.
Now that I’m back, the weather seems to finally (hopefully, please, let me have this) be settling into fall here. It rained today and I have the window open and a big cozy robe on, and I can feel it getting closer and closer to being warm coffee season, and I bullied (asked nicely and met no resistance) my boyfriend into going to a pumpkin patch with me in a few weeks. I’m trying with the new job to devote less of my mental focus to work (maybe this time, etc.), which means Picking Activities (pumpkins, going to see a play, scheduling an appointment for the cat dentist because life is for the living) more intentionally.
I have also purchased an under-desk treadmill, which I suppose is proof that tiktok marketing works. On my way to be a 5-9 girlie. (Until the cat bites my arm off when I try to make him go to the cat dentist and I die of cat mouth bacteria. Can I be a cat mouth bacteria influencer?)
I would love to know the audience’s favorite PNW Fall Girl activities, as otherwise left to my own devices I’m just going to get a crow tattooed on me and start making my own pumpkin spice syrup again.
Shit to read
I recently subscribed to The Idler, and a new issue arrived this week. Everyone else should subscribe so I can talk about it with someone.
This NYT piece on wedding dress codes was an exciting reminder that there are so many types of people in this world who I absolutely would run away from at a party.
The fake names on Riverdale are truly works of art and I love each and every one of them, most notably Spiffanys.
As someone who’s been pumping the online into my brain since I was 8 or 9, I really enjoyed this piece about what it means to grow old online.
Obsessed with this piece on how Dollz came to be. Spent actual hours of my life making them as a kid, as did my sister.
Shit to eat
Toast two pieces of sourdough toast. Do not do what I did this morning, and forget about them until they are carbon.
Boil a pot of water.
Drop two cold eggs into the pot.
Cover the pot.
Let them boil for six minutes.
Put them in an ice bath if you’re an adult, or do what I do and just run cold water over your hands and the egg as you peel it.
Ice bath or no, whack the egg on either in and shuck it.
Put one egg on each piece of toast.
Pierce them with a fork.
Enjoy the knowledge that you never have to get good at poaching eggs if you don’t want to.
Shit to listen to
Fully missed that there was new CRJ. (I was going to make a “happy bisexual visibility week” joke but that was last week, so happy new year, instead.)
Shit to buy
I got the short version of this robe, but winter’s coming, so go long. It’s very nice.