Stick around, dear/DH/dw. We're more coffeehouse than bar, yeah, but believe me, we'll shout if our toes get stepped on hard enough.

dw, what everyone else said. Nothing that's been said here over the last couple of days has risen to the level of kerfufflage -- your brains are nice and spicy and you really seemed to sail right into the flow of conversation very nimbly. No kerfuffling, not even a kerfuf, barely a kerf.

I just squirted lotion all over my hands, pants and the floor, and while attempting to clean up, managed to get a dollop of lotion in my eye.

I do not recommend this beauty regimen.

I hope your eye doesn't sting too much, shrift.

I hate it when I do stuff like that.

Yeah, they put up with me despite my regular PANICS! over in Bitches.

Really am working on those. Trying to get rid of them, or at least reduce their frequency and drama.

But since we're supposed to be saying what we like about ourselves, not what we wish we could carve out of our personalities, I'll say that I'm a damn good writer, and I have gorgeous brown eyes.

Also, I cast my vote with the sugar/no sugar cake/bread distinction. I call my banana and zucchini breads breads only because that's what everyone seems to expect to hear and I'm afraid nobody will understand me if I say "banana cake" and "zucchini cake." But it's totally arbitrary.

eta: Oh, shrift, ow ow ow. My eyes are cringing and watering in sympathy.

I cast my vote with the sugar/no sugar cake/bread distinction

How do you feed your yeast without giving it sugar?

Despite living in a red state, I'm frequently confused by the behavior of its denizens. And there is a lot about Southern people that strikes me strange, but I've not spent more than one night in Texas or something. I hope I've never allowed it to become like hate though. If I have, I'm sorry. I also apologize for watching the South turn red on election night and mumbling "Fuckers! We should've let 'em go when we had the chance." It was a momentary lapse and I didn't mean anything against anybody's sister or anything. But I did it, and I should own up. "What do you like about yourself?" Are you sure you wouldn't rather ask me how they suck the water out of Tulane? I can google it. Uh, I guess my way with words? DW, if you want to leave, you don't need to on my account.I think you fit fine.

Yeast-feeding is a whole other thing. If sugar (or any reasonable facsimile or substitute) is itself a substantial ingredient, not there to help something else along but purely for its own sake, it's cake. In my brain, sugar that's helping yeast be yeasty is like a whole other thing. If that's all it's doing in the recipe, it's bread.

This is all so very much ex cloaca I can't even tell you, but I stand by it nonetheless.

My eye seems to be fine. A little weepy, but not in an oh my god BUFFY DIED!!!1! kind of way...