No shit. Wow.
Riley: No pulse. Anya: Yup. The space lamb got 'im.
'Never Leave Me'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
SailAweigh - Jul 23, 2011 4:22:31 pm PDT #26003 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
erikaj - Jul 23, 2011 4:38:12 pm PDT #26004 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
sj, yeah, I used to think it was my job. But it doesn't pay worth dick. And if you're not nice it gives so much currency to the Bitter Cripple thing, and argh. Sometimes I feel like giving up on meeting people in meatspace, period. Other disabled people bitch at me, and Able-Bodied People want to go over "What happened?" for the millonth-billionth time. And if I try to lighten it up by making a joke or whatever Carolyn Hax would say, all I get is the fascinating "Wow, you're sure not what I expected!" or "I think it's so *refreshing* the way you laugh at yourself."(Which,ok, are not Horrible Insults. I just wish people wanted to keep my attention the way I'm expected,almost commanded, to keep theirs.)
askye - Jul 23, 2011 4:43:21 pm PDT #26005 of 30000
Thrive to spite them
I've had grilled okra that was really good. You thread the pods between two skewers and grill it. Although it did come out a wee bit slimy that way.
Dad doesn't mind the slime and steams okra. Which makes it really, really slimy.
sj - Jul 23, 2011 6:12:59 pm PDT #26006 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
We have no water.
A series of inappropriate questions to ask a trans person. Oh, yeah.
Wow do people suck.
sj, yeah, I used to think it was my job.
Yeah, I never did, but the questions have been coming less and less the last few years. Maybe I'm finally getting better at my "Don't talk to me" look.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 23, 2011 6:36:10 pm PDT #26007 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Oh no to the no water!
I decree my pink eyed peas served over shitake mushroom grits to be delicious. Now I need to figure out what to do with the rest of the haul tomorrow...
I've also been blogging like a fool! Blogging about vacation, beer and vacation beer!
Vortex - Jul 23, 2011 7:03:34 pm PDT #26008 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Okra should be tossed in a mixture of cornmeal, flour, S&P (also maybe some cayenne) and fried in bacon fat. This also works for green tomatoes.
Burrell - Jul 23, 2011 7:19:42 pm PDT #26009 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I hated okra when I was a kid, but now I like it as long as it's cooked right. Fried like Vortex says is yummy, and Iraqis make a wonderful stewed dish with okras and tomatoes.
Vortex - Jul 23, 2011 7:29:45 pm PDT #26010 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
I also like it stewed with corn, canned whole tomatoes, and a ham hock. Add lima beans, and it's succotash, but my family doesn't like them, so we leave them out. The hock, however, is sacred.
Burrell - Jul 23, 2011 8:13:09 pm PDT #26011 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Mmm Vortex, I'll have to try that.
sj - Jul 24, 2011 4:43:07 am PDT #26012 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
We seem to have water again. Right now it is running on the brownish side. So, my best guess is a construction worker hit a pipe.