Not as silly as the woman sitting across from me.
She just started snoring, so I think she's napping.
Saffron: You just had a better hand of cards this time. Mal: It ain't a hand of cards. It's called a life.
'Trash'
Natter 41: Why Do I Click on ita's Links?!
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.
Lee - Dec 23, 2005 4:12:09 pm PST #4796 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee - Dec 23, 2005 4:13:09 pm PST #4797 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Maybe I should go back to the bar. I think I would end up napping though, if I did.
§ ita § - Dec 23, 2005 4:14:06 pm PST #4798 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Read up on deja vu.
I vote party, Kat, because I like parties.
It's not suet in the pastry, Spidra, (they're veggie) and if it's lard I wouldn't notice since that's what I use in my own pastries. They're more cakey (help me out here, Perkins) than flakey.
Lee - Dec 23, 2005 4:16:59 pm PST #4799 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I think it's partially what they are made with (the secret ingredient is crack) and partially the pastry/fruit ratios. Because they are small, the pastry is more prominent.
§ ita § - Dec 23, 2005 4:21:14 pm PST #4800 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
But they do have crumbs in a way that pies...well, the sort I usually make...don't.
My pastry understanding is that typically there's a buttery/flakey continuum, but that the premise in a good flakey pastry is layers--the small lumps of cold butter melt and form flattened pockets of air. Those English apple pies have a crumb, instead of layers. My brain keeps tossing up shortbread, but that's not it.
Anne W. - Dec 23, 2005 4:24:48 pm PST #4801 of 10002
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
ita, is it sort of the same kind of texture you'd get from the crust of a French apple or pear tart?
Kat - Dec 23, 2005 4:33:33 pm PST #4802 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
But party requires me to call my voicemail and get the address. Then to find the house. Then to get dressed and to go.
The biggest barrier to the party? Voicemail.
§ ita § - Dec 23, 2005 4:35:26 pm PST #4803 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
is it sort of the same kind of texture you'd get from the crust of a French apple or pear tart?
Can't recall ever having had one. Now I'm going to get all google crazy, dammit. I wish my memory worked right. But in the interim, the internet will do.
Voicemail? I think you should have wine, then.
Allyson - Dec 23, 2005 4:36:41 pm PST #4804 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Man. I have so many things to do today. I let my housework slide to the point of my entire bathroom stained purple and one big catbox and my kicthen floor feeling like a movie theatre floor.
All I've managed to do is get my car washed and feed Polgara's cats.
I picked up stuff to give myself a facial, manicure, and pedicure, but won't do that until I've done the three loads of laundry piled up, scrubbed the fuck out of the bathroom and kitchen, and wrap my nephew's gifts.
Yeah, I know. I'm late. But he's not quite two yet and doesn't know the difference between xmas, chanukah, and the color blue.
§ ita § - Dec 23, 2005 4:39:39 pm PST #4805 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
He knows blue. He just doesn't know how to talk about blue. You're probably good on the non-secular holiday differentiation though.