Stupid Oven

That previous picture was not my banana bread, it was a picture of banana bread I found on the web. It looked very similar to how my bread -normally- looks. Normally meaning, when I have cooked it in the past, not in this country, but in my current wonky oven, whose temperature I cannot master, my banana bread got charred, terribly. Once you cut off the blackened crust, it's fine underneath, if a bit dry. But really, I was more than a little put out. And this isn't the first time my oven has failed me in the temperature conversion area. I'm going to need to get an oven thermometer or something. Not that those ever work.

Tlsd and I went to see Narnia today. After we got denied last weekend. We went to the earlier show, and thought that most people will had seen it by now. Most people probably have, only those with sniffling toddlers hadn't however, and thought it would be a good idea to bring them to our show. It was clearly a combination problem of people not bothering to check that it's almost a three hour movie, or knowing the story of Narnia well enough to know it's not really appropriate for the five and under set. Regardless, although I did enjoy the movie, my enjoyment was somewhat diminished by all the bothersome people and their offensive children. Was it wrong to laugh when some of the children were crying when Aslan died?

Tonight I was just going to bum around at home, but SA has called me and invited me to a house warming of one of his coworkers girlfriends which is just north of me in either Stoke Newington or Stamford Hill (he hasn't quite worked it out yet). I figure I may as well go. It would do me to be a bit social and stop mulling over my Mr.Aloof situation.

Here's the thing. I can see when he's been online because he recently (well, not that recently) made a new account on the personals site where we met. And I clocked his new profile and bookmarked it. So even though I may not hear from him for days, I know that he's been on the computer because I can clearly see when he was last online. Today for example. I can see he was on five hours ago, but I haven't heard from him. Before you jump to any conclusions, let me state that I in no way believe he's 'seeing' someone else. I don't think that's it at all. But it is rather curious, what he's doing online all the time, and how he's ignoring me. The thing is, it's my own damn fault for being an internet snoop, even though the information I'm referring to is available to public scrutiny. I'm killing myself by checking it every time I go on the site, which is frequent as I read up on the discussions and blogs there. I did let him know I clocked his new account, but I don't think he's computer savvy enough to know that I can see exactly when he was last on. Do I let him in on this secret? Just so it stops bothering me? I shouldn't. I am not in a position to ask him to 'not be online'. I just wish he wasn't so fucking aloof.