Speaking of asscaps, I just discovered that they're slightly less annoying in Comic Sans. Who knew?
Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
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.
catch-up on cooking
there are some cookies I learned to make in NM that only taste right if made with lard.
I hate to doubt Alton Brown, but Loretta Lynn did Crisco commercials about their crust being the flakiest and well, I am not going against Loretta. I am generation 4 on GG Treasure's pie crust recipe using crisco. I am sure she used butter back in the day, must have.
I like a mix of butter and shortening, but I'm pending final judgment until I've tried CI's vodka crust.
Oh! My aunt used that for her pies this Thanksgiving. SO GOOD!
In my more paranoid moments I suspect that the reason we're still "debating" is that there's a bunch of folks who just want to believe that global warming doesn't matter because God will rapture them all off to heaven and leave the rest of us to suffer through the hell on earth we created.
Global warming produces fucked up weather not necessarily just hot weather, no?
I believe that's why many people use "global climate change" these days.
I'm not sure that's so paranoid, Burrell -- that particular crazy isn't all of climate change denial, but it's a part of it.
(edited because megan is wise on climate change vs. warming)
Perhaps I should clarify. In my more paranoid moments I suspect that such people currently occupy the White House.
I wonder how many people are going to start dismissing global warming because it snowed in NOLA.
OH, yeah, they'll say, "But hte earth's gone through ice ages before, and really, how long have we had good weather data? It's nothing."
Fortunately, the new people in charge don't seem to be bullshitty about such things.
I don't know how you folks with little ones resist the urge to scream, sometimes. All I have is my niece and nephew, and Grace and Noah for wee ones who I love to pieces, and when I let myself think about the steaming pile of shit they're inheriting, my rage is not unlike the sun in its nuclear hot fury.
I don't like it when I find out that I may have to do even more Christmas shopping on top of all the Christmas shopping I haven't done.