"Hey baby, you got any freedom fries with that shake?"
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
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.
Allyson - Jun 08, 2009 6:49:41 pm PDT #23369 of 30000
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
erikaj - Jun 08, 2009 7:05:51 pm PDT #23370 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
So, what do *you* call kissing with tongues? (And I have really wondered this...do they think of it as French kissing, too?) Why or why not? (God, that's a fucking Turtle question. And I'm not high. D'oh.)
meara - Jun 08, 2009 7:24:42 pm PDT #23371 of 30000
Hee. Suddenly, trying to think of flirty frenchy things, all I can picture is...Eddie Izzard. Which is a certain kind of hot, but possibly NOT what Allison or her French physicist are looking for, or wanting to be.
Lee - Jun 08, 2009 7:25:07 pm PDT #23372 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Oh Ginger, that is dreadful. I hope Mr. Peabody is okay soon.
erikaj - Jun 08, 2009 7:29:11 pm PDT #23373 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
Ciao, baby. (Meara, I second that emotion)
DavidS - Jun 08, 2009 7:51:47 pm PDT #23374 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Get better, Mr. Peabody!
the cherries are no more. Brandy may have been involved.
::makes enthusiastic sign of the goat horns::
Burrell - Jun 08, 2009 7:56:38 pm PDT #23375 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
We called it goulash in our house, and it was delicious when my mother made it. A happy memory. Of course, after I grew up and discovered there was an entirely different dish called goulash, I could no longer call it that, so I went with mac and beans.
aurelia - Jun 08, 2009 10:26:01 pm PDT #23376 of 30000
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
I feel all geek proud that I've submitted a definition to Wordnik for a word that didn't have one yet.
Strega - Jun 08, 2009 11:10:33 pm PDT #23377 of 30000
We didn't call it anything around our house because we never made it, nobody else's mom that I knew of ever made it, it never appeared in our cafeterias, and I never even knew it existed until the Buffistas. Am I just a freak (or someone with a really lousy food memory), or is it in fact just not a Bay Area thing since ever? Are there any other native localistas to confirm or refute?
I have never run into this either. We did live outside Oakland for a while, for whatever that's worth, although my folks weren't from there originally.
Thinking about it, my mom didn't make many casserole-y/one-dish meals, so maybe that's why I've never heard of it.
Juliebird - Jun 09, 2009 1:31:29 am PDT #23378 of 30000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
I'm finding more dead cockroaches. If ever there was a motivation to keep the dishes washed and the counters clean...
Do they get into things like mashed potato and pasta boxes? Oh dog, my cereal!
ION, Ply ran back in with a giant WTF on her face coinciding with a weird sneezing sound. Went outside assuming it was an animal, heard it a few more times out of sight up the hill. Started thinking it was a neighbor doing carpentry until I almost-saw something large dash by opposite of where I was looking, and then I saw it. The tall murky figure amidst the trees.
A deer. Making sneezing sounds. I never knew they communicated by sneezing.