but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting!
That's just crazy talk.
Xander ,'Selfless'
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but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting!
That's just crazy talk.
Bartlby wishes that I would sit still for as long as he wants me to be still
Leo cannot abide me sitting at my desk. He yowls, he prowls, he paws at the window glass, he walks back and forth between me and the monitor (carefully not stepping on the keyboard), until it's kitty naptime and he falls asleep. If I sit anywhere else, he curls up near me, but the desk? Apparently he hates my job.
erin_o, good luck, and a bit of anti-insomnia~ma for you.
Job~ma for Hil. Scary situation.
Makes me feel like a good 'mom' while saving money and resources.
Three favorite cat toys: paper bags, cardboard boxes, and the plastic rings off milk jug caps. Reuse, reduce, recycle.
People who claim animals don't have emotions and personality just baffle me. Have they ever *met* an animal? If they're just running on instinct and "programming", so are we.
Yeah, I don't get the people who claim they are too scientific to allow anthropomorphizing animals yet are not scientifically sophisticated enough to comprehend that neurons in the limbic system plus neurotransmitters equal emotions. Humans have the anatomy, and the electrochemical activity to have emotion; animals do also. Therefore it stands to reason that animals have emotions as well. After all, no one claims there is a fallacious level of anthropomorphizing when we say that because animals hearts, blood, veins, arteries, and capillaries that they have blood flow. I do not believe that animals have human emotions; rather, I believe that animals have animal emotions. I cannot say that Harvey's experience of love is precisely the same as mine, because I do not experience his emotions for him (well, that's leaving aside the whole empathy thing, but I don't think that would really shed light in this particular conversation anyway). I observe his behavior, facial expressions, and body language, and trust that his brain anatomy gives him something analogous to what I experience as love. I think it is arrogant to assume that because *we* do not feel an animal's emotions, that they cannot have them. I don't even assume that every human being experiences all emotions exactly the same way I do. They aren't so much "human emotions" as "my emotions" and "your emotions" and "somebody else's emotions".
IOmememeN, having dry mouth from psychotropic medications plus a stuffy nose equals something completely other than fun.
it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting! Not a chance i have that kind of patience (or wanna stay up that late!). I am so gonna have messy, gloppy, hot pie.
Well, clearly yours is the only rational plan in the face of those conditions. Isn't that what ice cream is for?
Isn't that what ice cream is for?
Exactly. Put a glob of ice cream on that hot goo and you're good to go.
Every time I watch Pretty in Pink, I a) cringe at the number of times I chose a Blaine who didn't give a shit over a Duckie (though the times I chose a Duckie didn't work out, either) and b) am stunned all over again by how shapeless and ugly the titular dress is. I mean, at least it looks like something a high school girl would wear, but damn. My sister sewed her prom dress (with help) and it looked way better than that. Oh, and c) what a great soundtrack.
Never had to choose between a Blaine or a Duckie since the Blaines never gave me the time of day, but as far as b and c are concerned, smonster and I are as one.
My high school was 100% Blaine-free (the high school I would have gone to if I'd stayed in my home district was wall-to-wall Blaine, Steffs, and their female acolytes), though one person (who, Google tells me, is now a middle school communication arts teacher in Warrensburg, MO) did dress up as Duckie for prom, and he and I had one glorious giddy dance together. Whoever his students are, they're lucky lucky kids.
Aw, Woods, with the bad breath he was so ashamed of but couldn't help, and his defensive snarky humor and Cheap Trick t-shirt and mother dying of cancer whom he never, ever talked about but we all knew about. I'm going to dream about him tonight, and wake up tomorrow morning all teary.
And, yeah. That dress was appalling.
but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting
Hell, you could make a pie from scratch in four hours.
The worst sin of the Pretty in Pink dress was that it was completely fucking anti-climactic.
but it's over an HOUR to cook and then says to cool for THREE MORE HOURS before cutting
Hell, you could make a pie from scratch in four hours.
The worst sin of the Pretty in Pink dress was that it was completely fucking anti-climactic.
Actually, the last time I made a fruit pie from scratch it said something similar. That filling is like magma when it comes out.
Which is not to say that scooping out a big gloppy serving and topping it with something cold won't speed up the process.