Fine distinctions are back! Tonight, it’s a pretty easy one, I think: Sorbet versus Sherbet.
Sorbet is non-dairy.
Sherbet may add up to 2% milkfat.
This is what I found the book pointed out that was interesting, though: sherbert, with that “r” so many of us pronounce it with, while considered to be an incorrect spelling (even my iPad here is objecting)…has been used since 1675. Also interesting, sherbet may also sometimes contain egg or gelatin; generally much creamier than sorbet, and always served as a dessert. Sorbet, on the other hand, is sometimes used as a palate cleanser between meal courses. I’ve done that before. It felt vveeerrryyyy fancy.
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If doing a fine distinction is any indication, and it is…I’m feeling better. I actually felt like I had a weekend this weekend. Reset. Got my ducks in a row. Work tailed off at the end of the week, which was also nice. I’ve been so fucking busy for the past…two months? Yeah. Busy, stressed, anxious and grieving. This week and weekend finally felt a little more normal.
Did my writing. Worked on ads. For some reason, the omnibus ads are having a hard time going through moderation. Not sure why. We’ll see if they go through eventually. I bet they will. And they go through faster for future ads once that happens. I don’t seem to remember having this kind of delay back in November when I was building ads for it. Anyway…I’m back on ads. It’s starting to stick, finally, how they work. I’m learning. Definitely taking it slow. I’m through the first challenge, and now working through the next set of lessons.
Pups are good. New sheets, new bedspread (well, actually old bed spread, but flipped over onto the other side—oooooo, aaaaahhhh). Did laundry. Took a quick nap. Liz had a friend over from book club, all the way out from Boston, visiting LA and had some time before her flight home tonight, so came over. She was very nice. Kitties are good, though it’s now been a full two weeks since I last saw Silky. I’m actually starting to get worried about him. It wasn’t this long even last time we went out of town that he didn’t show up at our front door. Sigh. I know he gets food and shelter elsewhere in the neighborhood, but he does usually show up at our house by this time. There was a different cat on our porch this time, a large gray one…so that could be it. He got spooked by that cat. But still. Bruce has been around.
Bruce is legit letting me pet him, now, and not swiping at me. Guys, he is SO SOFT. And really, really, really loves pets. He purrs like crazy, and leans into is so hard. It’s very sweet. He’s very socially awkward. But a good bub. And has the sweetest meow.
Completely random though, no idea how it just occurred to me: both Star Trek the Motion Picture and The Black Hole have the exact same visual sequence in them: coming upon a dark, mysterious, giant ship, flying down the length of it, trying to figure out its dark secrets. The 70s!
Oh! And I read a really interesting article today—it was a screen capture of an old sci-fi magazine from 1982 with a Philip K. Dick interview about, mostly, Blade Runner and how much he’d hated every version of the movie script until the final one, which blew him away. The final scene with Deckard and Roy, how it doesn’t play out how you’d expect and how tender and poignant it becomes, he says it literally brought him to tears it was so good, so unexpected, and not in his novel. I thought that was pretty fucking cool. I think Philip died a few months after that interview. He never got to see the finished film…or at least he wasn’t alive for its opening. He was 54. A stroke. Wow…I think the article I read might have literally been his last interview, and he died two days later? Maybe. Anyway…it was a fascinating read.
Time to go read some more for a bit. Then snooze. Night night.