I just tried TJ's new (at least to me) Heat & Serve Tandoori Style Butter chicken with butternut squash, spinach, and peppers on rice. It doesn't have any real resemblance to Indian food, but it was very yummy.
What? I'm not allowed to hit people? Wesley: Not people capable of genocide. Angel: Those are exactly the types of people I should be allowed to hit!
'Just Rewards (2)'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
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 14, 2009 4:58:42 pm PST #25096 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Matt the Bruins fan - Dec 14, 2009 5:00:20 pm PST #25097 of 30001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
It's a pushbutton code lock, so anyone that should be getting in knows the code, and could go around the back if it's not functioning.
My neighbors do slam it a lot, but it's a 2-year old door that I thought was fairly sturdy - I'm surprised by the whole thing coming apart rather than just the handle/lock. (Of course, that would be true of a break-in attempt too.)
§ ita § - Dec 14, 2009 5:02:43 pm PST #25098 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There's a minty green schlager, isn't there? I blank on the details, probably because I thought it was worse than the gold stuff. The human palate is amazing. I can't believe that some people enjoy the taste of, say, gin. Or beer that's not stout. And don't get rum.
sarameg - Dec 14, 2009 5:05:36 pm PST #25099 of 30001
Doesn't sound promising. eta: to Matt. I'm a gin lover, myself.
OK, I'm now officially expecting a shiner in the morning. Just walked my eyebrow into an open cabinet door at full on speed. Ow. Curse my inability to close doors. It's genetic. Mom bitches about it all the time.
beth b - Dec 14, 2009 5:07:32 pm PST #25100 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
I live in CA. My folks live SC. They still blame open cabinet doors on me
sarameg - Dec 14, 2009 5:09:28 pm PST #25101 of 30001
My mother dearly wants self-closing cabinets. And so do I, as I sit with an icepack on my face. I don't know why it is so hard to remember to do.
§ ita § - Dec 14, 2009 5:10:24 pm PST #25102 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You'll have a shiner from walking into a door? Like, that really happens?
Huh.
Sorry you hurt yourself.
My apartment's pretty safe that way--the cabinets are impractically high. Allyson and Kat are totally safe. Of course, they'd also starve to death, so there's that.
Kat - Dec 14, 2009 5:15:14 pm PST #25103 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Nah. there's always the fridge. I just wouldn't be able to use any glasses or plates.
Noah split his temple on a cabinet door on Saturday. I'd have been more sympathetic if it hadn't been a cabinet from HIS kitchen that he left open.
§ ita § - Dec 14, 2009 5:21:08 pm PST #25104 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My fridge is pretty sad these days. But on the flip side there are usually clean dishes in the dishwasher.
Oops, Noah. I'd say that'd larn 'im, but it larns none of us. It's only because I can hear my mother nagging that I turn around and close mine.
Kat - Dec 14, 2009 5:26:03 pm PST #25105 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Noah's not so big on the learning that requires self-regulation. I'm including door closing in that.
Noah's pediatrician's office called a few minutes ago but we can't call back because the office is closed. Nor did they leave a message. But he hasn't been into their office since last March (knock on wood) so I can't figure out why they are calling.
Also, I'm re-reading Hope in the Unseen. What a great book.