Congratulations to the class of 1999. You all proved more or less adequate.

Snyder ,'Chosen'


Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Nora Deirdre - Jul 24, 2010 3:02:08 pm PDT #14488 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I have decided that I love the Hamsterdam Ave Kia ads. I do love that song, and seeing hamsters in a toaster and washing machine is comedy gold.


Jesse - Jul 24, 2010 3:18:18 pm PDT #14489 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

A leopard-print mattress??


Zenkitty - Jul 24, 2010 3:42:43 pm PDT #14490 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

I almost bought a Passat a couple years ago! Does yours have the umbrella holder inside the door?


brenda m - Jul 24, 2010 3:48:15 pm PDT #14491 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

I don't know! But I'll bet it does. This thing is seriously tricked out. [link]


Sophia Brooks - Jul 24, 2010 3:50:10 pm PDT #14492 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

But how does the leopard print mattress double the life f your mattress? Is it sme sort of mattress cover?


Jesse - Jul 24, 2010 3:54:22 pm PDT #14493 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I think the "double the life" part was that it's pillow-top (or whatever) on both sides. Like, you can rotate a pillow-top mattress, but flipping it over defeats the point.


brenda m - Jul 24, 2010 3:59:12 pm PDT #14494 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

For the money ( sale right now) that was one hell of a car...and this is coming from someone that doesn't really car about cars.

This. My last car was a Passat too, and before that a Golf. Both totally spoiled me for normal cars. I did try out a couple of Jettas that were more in my price range but once I had the 3L V6 there was no going back.

250 HP on this thing, out of this world sound system and a trunk you can hide bodies in. What more could a girl want?

I did end up spending more than I wanted to, but it is a lot of car for the money. And warrantied all to hell and back, which was a not inconsiderable part of the cost.


beekaytee - Jul 24, 2010 3:59:16 pm PDT #14495 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant

Raise your hand if you knew that 'frying' Fage Greek yogurt yields paneer curds?

I did not. And to be fair, the frying was accidental. I was meaning to make mushroom gravy without any actual milk. And too high heat.

In the end, some brown rice flour, olive oil, sliced mushrooms, red peppers from the freezer and spices made a lovely side dish.

I'm in an EAT BIG mood, but you know...a billion degrees out...so I pan fried some chicken tenderloins battered with egg and the aforementioned rice flour. So, so good.

The original plan, steamed rice was on the menu, but the mushroom concoction proved completely satisfying.


brenda m - Jul 24, 2010 4:01:53 pm PDT #14496 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Huh.

I've found nine times out of ten I'm happier to just add more veggies and skip the rice. Better for you anyway.


Sophia Brooks - Jul 24, 2010 4:05:10 pm PDT #14497 of 30001
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

I get it Jesse! I was not reading that right.

Someone on my facebook posted a video of a really old (19 year old) therapy dog who could no longer walk and was wheeled into dying patients rooms on a little red wagon, and put in bed with them, and the person died holding the dog, who was licking their face. This was set to the tune of Sarah MacLachlan's "Arms of an Angel". I am now a blubbery mess, because the doggie is going to die soon too, and who will get in bed with him and lick his face?