Honey & Turmeric

First entry. I decided on my username on the spur of the moment because the words "absinthe spoons" have been written on my desk for a couple of months now to remind me to incorporate them into a story somehow. Glen Wagner of my old story 'Pickled Jade' is supposed to have collected them, and the main character, Richard, is supposed to see them when he's burglaring his father's safe in this... schemish thing. The story has since died, but srsly -- have you ever seen an absinthe spoon? Or at least, have you ever seen a really nice one, a novelty spoon? They're so gorgeous. It's the first time I've ever fallen in love with silverware. But now I'm worried that people are going to think that I'm all about the drink, when really I've barely ever touched alcohol. No joke. I'm all about the SPOONS, people.
For those who are waiting for 'The Chinese Angle: Detective Manson' -- including Sandy, Sue, Moss, etc. -- I won't be putting that up for a while, and it looks as though it's going to take even longer than I thought, since I've got so. Much. Homework. For serious, grade 12 is hardcore. On the first day? We read Tolstoy in English class. English class is the most hardcore. I didn't do 4 measly comprehension questions last night on a short story for homework, so now my teacher is going to call my parents. I almost laughed when he told me. This is me, incredulous.

Okay, enough blogging for one night. Ciao, bella.