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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I have my follow up with my doctor tomorrow to get the results of my blood tests regarding my pain issues. I'm so scared, and I don't even know what to hope for.
Ugh, waiting and uncertainty is the worst. I hope everything turns out for the best, sj.
Oh, missed that: I wish you luck and bravery you won't have to use, sj.
{{sj}} I hope you get useful information.
mmmm, the Chinese do some amazing things with that wheat gluten. I can recall a lovely meal in a Buddhist monastery at the top of a mountain somewhere. They served a stew made of gluten and black mushrooms and wood ears and I don't even know what. It was delicious.
Sj, all good thoughts for your appointment. And may it bring you relief.
I know that Vietnamese cuisine has tons of faux fish and meat made from wheat gluten as part of their tradition. The story I hear (which may be legend rather than fact) is that rich Buddhist monks in Vietnam developed these recipes so they could stay vegetarian while living a life of luxury. So wheat gluten shrimp, wheat gluten pork and so on. What I've had in the local Vietnamese place always tasted pretty good to me.
{{{sj}}} Good thoughts that your appointment goes well.
In New to Amuse:
A few weeks back, at Sakura-con, Lewis bought a t-shirt that had a parody of a Very Famous Painting screened on it.
He wore it yesterday and Abby took one look and said, "Oh my God, what did they do to Dali's Persistence of Memory?"
Dudes-- I have a twelve-year-old who knew the artist and the name of the piece.
All I could say was "I'm so proud." All Lewis could say was "I'm so scared."
And was outraged what they did to it. Way to raise up a person, Barb. Good on you.
When I saw the Dali exhibit, I was surprised at how tiny the actual Persistence of Memory is. Much smaller than prints of it usually are.
My father has a similar shirt, with the clocks replaced by guitars. He also recently got me a shirt with a picture of a melting Rubik's cube on it. I'm not quite sure what that one is supposed to mean, but he says that he saw it and decided that I had to have it. (I'm sure my mother was consulted, because there's no way he would have figured out what size to get me on his own.)