I'm on a strike from not posting

My refrigerator is full of ethanol, my mini-fridge full of new-made Derby, my weekend full of burlesque expo, and my inbox empty of crises for the first time in two weeks.

I can see my relaxation from here.

Waxing unpoetic

So, making the Derby wasn't that bad. The cheese press I built with new_man is simple but perfectly effective. Waxing it, though, that was terrible.

In the first place, if you wind up with a wheel of cheese that's not perfectly smooth, that has some craggy bits, or worse yet rough edges... brushing it with progressive layers of wax until there are no holes for air, and carefully examining the rough globs of wax you've layered on to see where there are genuine cracks and where there are merely lumpy bits is, at best, tedious. Nonetheless, I have a waxy red UFO happily aging in my fridge.

... but in the second place, cleaning wax off of the dishes, the sink, and the stove is if anything even more of a pain than getting wax onto the cheese in the first place. I'm still not thoroughly convinced I have everything scraped off. Surely there's some alternative to waxing that I can use next time...

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In other news, spinning poi seems so far very much like club swinging, except more likely to smash you embarrassingly in the nose.

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Bleh. Turning the temp up in my fridge for cheese aging purposes meant raising it apparently just a little more than one of the poor beers therein could stand, and it took its own life in a rather violent, sticky, oozing all over my kitchen floor and gluing shards to a lot of other bottles kind of way. Because a week without getting a glass cut is like a woman without a bicycle.

(It was only a tiny one. And last week's is nearly healed.)