Willow: You know what they say. The bigger they are... Anya: The faster they stomp you into nothin'.

'The Killer In Me'


Natter 58: Let's call Venezuela!  

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.


Glamcookie - May 30, 2008 1:52:58 pm PDT #9896 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister

Attending a graduation tonight, possibly BEA tomorrow day, dinner with friends tomorrow night, and homework Sunday.


Lee - May 30, 2008 1:53:16 pm PDT #9897 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Dammit, you guys went and answered already. Fine.

That means I win, right?

\\o/


aurelia - May 30, 2008 1:55:31 pm PDT #9898 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.

Is it too late to ask what people are doing this weekend?

Tech.

Tonight, laundry and X-Files.


Atropa - May 30, 2008 1:57:44 pm PDT #9899 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Is it too late to ask what people are doing this weekend?

ElderGoth reunion concert tonight (whoo, Peter Murphy!), writing and going out dancing tomorrow, mild panic about packing to go on a business trip on Sunday. Then on Monday I fly to exotic Ottawa.


shrift - May 30, 2008 1:58:54 pm PDT #9900 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Is it too late to ask what people are doing this weekend?

Date with my TiVo tonight, tons of meetings, and writing.

I wonder what I should make for dinner. I am kind of tempted to make more of those cracktastically good potato wedges.


§ ita § - May 30, 2008 2:14:48 pm PDT #9901 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I fly to exotic Ottawa

Jilli, there's an awful truth I fear I must tell you.

I am kind of tempted to make more of those cracktastically good potato wedges.

You've reminded me that I'd settled on a great breakfast potato recipe that was part ganked from some website part yanked from my head that I can no longer reconstruct because I lost the link. So I might as well start again from scratch. My main issue is that I have no microwave, so I need to make sure that the wedges are totally cooked through without being overcooked or boiled or fried.

I seem to recall that recipe boiling small red potatoes for 10-15 minutes before slicing them and frying them up with the tomatoes & peppers &c, but that didn't cook them consistently through enough.

Suggestions?


brenda m - May 30, 2008 2:16:31 pm PDT #9902 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

ATK the other day fried them in the pan until they got nice and golden, and then covered the pan and let them cook through that way.


meara - May 30, 2008 2:19:06 pm PDT #9903 of 10001

Documentary about gays in the military in ten minutes (the theater is a block away). Then two stepping. Dinner somewhere in there.

Tomorrow, not sure in the daytime. Must CLEAN at some point, my house is heinous. Evening, some kind of random fiddle bluegrass concert thing at a place called the...Roadhouse? Tractor Tavern? Some crazy named place. A friend got the tickets.

No plans for Sunday. I"m hoping brunch, one of those days, with friends.


§ ita § - May 30, 2008 2:21:32 pm PDT #9904 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

ATK the other day fried them in the pan until they got nice and golden, and then covered the pan and let them cook through that way.

At what point did they put in the peppers and the other stuffs? Let me go hit up their web site.


Atropa - May 30, 2008 2:25:43 pm PDT #9905 of 10001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

Jilli, there's an awful truth I fear I must tell you.

You mean my co-workers have LIED to me, and it isn't exotic and exciting? Well crap.