Mac Daddy got sick today.
Mac Daddy is my laptop.
Mac Daddy is a MacBook Pro given to me out of the blue from my dad about a year and a half ago. It wasn’t my birthday, and I certainly didn’t get an award or cure cancer, but alas, he surprised me with it. Hence it was called, “Mac Daddy”.
I’m pretty sure he actually gave it to me so I could start blogging again. You see I had two blogs that I started about five years ago. I sort of abandoned them and I think my dad thought that although I may have been very sick while keeping them up, they certainly seemed to be the only thing in my life that brought me joy.
Anyhow, Mac Daddy means a lot to me, and I live in the stone age in that I dont have internet on my phone. So I took Mac Daddy to the doctor (aka a “genius” from the apple store) and looks like mac daddy might need a new mouse pad and perhaps a new hard drive.
Cry me a river.
Maybe it was because I was in the verge of tears that my Mac Daddy was sick, but for some reason, this whole trip to the apple store really made me wonder. For one, it was about 11 am and I found my self sitting in a “bar”. The “genius bar” which is just that. There are barstools and everything. Bad ass, right? The only missing links are lack of alcohol, which is pretty necessary after dealing with the bartenders, and the whole “social environment” thing that bars are supposed to represent.
Fortunately, I wasn’t hit on at the Genius Bar.
Might I add that not all of the Apple store employees are “Geniuses”, so I’ll briefly cover them here. These employees, I assume, are paid even less than their Genius counterparts. Their duties include restocking products, hovering around the store like ghosts, and occasionally engaging customers in conversation. Because like a doctor, I had to make an appointment to get my computer checked out, and just like at the doctor, I had to wait an eternity. So I made friends with these counterparts. They may be in high school, but they kept me more entertained than a “Woman’s Day Magazine” you find at the doctor’s.
So when my name is finally called (mispronounced! as always), a “Genius” checks Mac Daddy. So I’ve come to the conclusion these people are not geniuses. Genius should never even be a term to describe tech support. They may have been those emo tech geeks in high school with some retail experience.
Anyhow, dont ask me why or how, but all this frustration led me to feel fat. Poor Abby, I let it out to her in a stupid email ranting about how I feel chubby. You see, I’m not emaciated anymore, and thats a good thing, but there is a part of me that (I really hate to admit) misses it. I know, your probably gasping. Why would I want to look like how I used to? Why would I want to look like a concentration camp victim? I don’t really, but looking “healthy” always seemed to me that it was people’s way of telling me that I gained a few pounds. Its like when people tell you that you look tired. They mean you look like s***.
Somehow, little glitches in life like Mac Daddy being sick brings out “sick” thoughts and feelings within me.
So now I need to take my body image to a genius bar. Or does someone know of an app for that?
So for the sake of not being all negative and poopy, if you could create any sort of app, what would it be? I think I would like a “passive agressive” translator. It cuts the BS and tells you what people are REALLY saying.
Cookie dough balls seem to be all the rage in the blogosphere lately. Mama pea churned out a drool worthy version based on the ones everyone raved about at the foodbuzz festival. So I subject my monday afternoon desserts class to them. I decided to maybe veer towards the chocolate side, so they ended up being more like brownie dough balls. To make them you will need:
2 sticks margarine, softened
2 1/4 c flour (for a gluten free version, use rice flour)
1 1/2 tsp salt
1c packed brown sugar
1/2c cocoa powder
2 tsp vanilla extract
1 c of mashed slightly overripe banana (about two)
12 oz chocolate chips (usually one bag)
Combine flour, cocoa powder, and salt in a bowl; set aside. In a separate medium bowl, combine margarine, brown sugar, and vanilla; beat until creamyAdd mashed banana and beat until mixed. Gradually add flour mixture and beat until mixed. Add chocolate chips, stir until thoroughly dispersed. Scoop with a spoon and or ice cream scooper.
This make a lot of balls so do the whole batch if you feeling “ballsy”. If you want a smaller portion, just half the recipe. Balls away!