In non-food news, I had mandatory training for Outlook (the firm is in the process of switching to it from Eudora) scheduled for today at 10. I showed up at 10:07, about 10 minutes before anyone else, including the trainer, sat there for over 30 minutes, and then got sent away because the trainers (aka our IT department) were having technical difficulties.
'Conviction (1)'
Natter 39 and Holding
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
What do people use for downers, then?
Alcohol and Benzodiazepines (like Valium) mostly, if you are talking about not-tightly-restricted drugs.
I'm trying to work out which cultural touchstones I'm missing because I fail to remotely get Gud's meth snark.
But it's okay. I have cassava.
One man's meat....
Thai, I think, for lunch.
I'm trying to work out which cultural touchstones I'm missing because I fail to remotely get Gud's meth snark.
Me too, ita.
See, if you had gotten that far, it would have changed your life.
For the faster I'm sure.
I fail to remotely get Gud's meth snark.
Blah blah story of woman who talked down violent nutter by reading aloud from book, blah blah book was The Purpose-Driven Life, which is the bookclub item du jour in religious circles, blah blah when push comes to book contract woman admits that it was actually the liberal application of illegal drugs that "talked" violent nutter down, and at best they rested their coffee cups on aforementioned book blah blah neat-o-keen story about religious books soothing the savage breasts of nutters is woefully lacking in truthfulness.
OH! lisah! Am bummed out that you will be playing in the NYC simultaneous to me seeing Serentity.
Rhubarb: thought to be entirely poisonous unless cooked, now known that only the leaves are poision
Doesn't raw spinach have a portion of the exact same poison as rhubarb leaves; just not enough to do damage?
All the sugar in tomato sauce is why I never eat those dishes in italian restaurants anymore. If I want Chef Boy-ar-dee, I can have it for 99¢ a can at home. Piero Trimarchi forever ruined me for lesser forms of lasagna, then decided to only cook it one or two days a year.
an old boss told me that she and her husband would celebrate their anniversary by buying two lobsters, bringing them home and racing them across the kitchen floor, then the winner is the first one cooked (with the loser quickly following him).
That's a pretty liberal interpretation of the word "win" they've got there.