I ate a big plate of barley salad and it didn't help. The bone is kind of off to the side, right near my tonsil.

I vaguely recall being annoyed at a ditzy chick. I loved that they brought in actual sheep.

See - at the time, I worked with someone similar. Had I not been reading Bellwether on a plane, it would have been chucked out a window. And I would never have been amused/charmed by the sheep.

Don't think I don't see you going to all these cool places Kat. You too, the rest of you...

I have beachbabypixspam (here but locked to friends - [link] how do I post a guestpass? If I don't change it tonight, I'll change the link tomorrow. Or I can friend - too tired to type much less think.) & victorian house picspam (like this one, which is very pink & white. There was a pink and black one but DH was driving and wouldn't stop because I'd taken photos of too many already : [link] too - how do I post a guestpass? If I don't change it tonight, I'll change the link tomorrow. Or I can friend - too tired to type much less think.

eta - Yoiks Jessica. could it be gone, but have just scratched the surface?

I had pan-fried trout for dinner and now I have a tiny bone lodged in the back of my throat that I can't shake loose. Any advice? It's not painful, just very very annoying. And being semi-phobic about fish bones isn't helping any.

You probably don't want to hear about when that happened to my sister when we were kids and traveling in Wales, do you? There was a toothbrush involved.

Um, that was sort of an unfortunate crosspost, but 3 have no advice on the fish bone besides water and coughing.

how do I post a guestpass?

The "share this" link in the upper-right corner, then "grab the link" then "grab the new link."

eta - Yoiks Jessica. could it be gone, but have just scratched the surface?

Maybe. I feel like I can still feel poking every now and then, though. It's one of those really small flexible ones that if you swallowed would be okay, only I haven't.

deep dish is tourist pizza.

Mmmm. I love tourist pizza.

(Does that mean if you're in Chicago, at, say, Giordano's and order a deep-dish tourist pizza, they immediately identify you as a tourist?

What about people in Chicago who *like* deep-dish tourist pizza? *Do* people in Chicago like deep-dish tourist pizza? If they do, do they have to wait until friends from out of town are visiting so that they have a pizza beard to act as their cover so that they can order deep-dish tourist pizza without fear of shame and reprisals?)

Cincinnati chili -- as described; runny-ish sauce-like meat-based stuff cooked with chocolate and cinnamon that's served over spaghetti with cheese on top, often but not always with beans and/or onions -- is actually Cincinnati chili. We don't do "tourist" chili and then eat Texas chili at home, sneering at the people who think that Skyline is really "Cincinnati" chili.

We, as a city, lack a sense of irony.

And we looooooove our fucked-up chili.

thanks Jessica. et voila:

Cincinnati chili -- as described; runny-ish sauce-like meat-based stuff that's served over spaghetti with cheese on top, often but not always with beans and/or onions -- is actually Cincinnati chili. We don't do "tourist" chili and then eat Texas chili at home, sneering at the people who think that Skyline is really "Cincinnati" chili.

It is in fact quite easy to grow up eating only Cincinnati-style chili and not realize until college that most people's chili is a whole different thing. (So word to people from Cincinnati with kids - tell them their chili is weird before college so they won't offer to make chili for all their friends and be greeted with confused looks when they serve it over spaghetti!)

Also, is Spiderman really a hyphenated word?

Yes. Years ago I had to correct writers about that on a project for a major publishing company. I should have claimed my comic book purchases as a business expense that year.

It is in fact quite easy to grow up eating only Cincinnati-style chili and not realize until college that most people's chili is a whole different thing.

You must be reading my mail. That totally happened to me, only in high school, when I went on a trip to DC with students from high schools all around the country. We were at t memfault Union Station(? the train station/mall thingy) in the food court, and I had been homesick and saw, lo and behold, a Skyline in the food court. So I made a beeline, got a 4-way bean, and when I sat down to eat it, everyone was all like, WTF are you eating?!? And when I identified it as chili, the 2 girls from Texas laughed so hard they were crying.

Good times, man. Good times.