Lorne: Back in Pylea they used to call me "sweet potato." Connor: Really. Lorne: Yeah, well, the exact translation was "fragrant tuber" but…

'Conviction (1)'


Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In  

[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.


Atropa - Mar 20, 2012 11:40:15 am PDT #10135 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.

The only time co-workers ever commented on my food was to exclaim over my pretty tea pot and tea cup. Or my bento boxes. But no one ever made food police comments at me, which in retrospect is kinda odd.


brenda m - Mar 20, 2012 11:41:51 am PDT #10136 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

the only comments I ever got on the food I ate at my desk were, "Damn, that smells soooo good. Where did you get that?"

That's pretty much the only kind of comment I hear (or make).


Toddson - Mar 20, 2012 11:42:20 am PDT #10137 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"

I will sometimes comment that someone's lunch looks or smells good, or ask them where they got something. Other than that, I figure they're old enough to make their own choices.

I did once make a sharp comment to a teenage "intern" who was checking the filling on every sandwich on a platter to see if there were any that appealed to her.


Nora Deirdre - Mar 20, 2012 11:55:40 am PDT #10138 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

t ignoring the rageful food observers convo

Sparky, are they coming for Jazz Fest? There's lots of great food at the fest itself. Also in the FQ: Green Goddess, Felipe's Tacqueria for cheap, Sylvain, Mr. B's for BBQ shrimp and gumbo ya-ya, Irene's for Creole Italian, Muriel's, Stanley, Johnny's PoBoys, Central Grocery for muffaletta... across Canal Street, try Domenica, Sweet Olive, MiLa...


Ginger - Mar 20, 2012 12:05:50 pm PDT #10139 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I've had to argue with coworkers about my largely futile efforts to get a sandwich without mayonnaise.


le nubian - Mar 20, 2012 12:07:22 pm PDT #10140 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

I hate mayo crimes. Made worse by the fact that people try to thrust that Miracle Whip nonsense without warning.


Steph L. - Mar 20, 2012 12:09:02 pm PDT #10141 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

It's the 14th annual Mayo vs. Miracle Whip wars!

As I leave work, allow me to mention my heretical stance that I am quite fond of Miracle Whip, but also find mayo quite tasty.

Oh, yeah. I go both ways when it comes to condiments.


omnis_audis - Mar 20, 2012 12:10:06 pm PDT #10142 of 30001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir

They both taste the same to me. Ugg. Hate mayo. Yes, cheese is enough for my sandwich. Yes I want it 'dry', thank you. Yes, I'm sure. (usual conversation with deli/Subway sandwich maker).


Ginger - Mar 20, 2012 12:16:28 pm PDT #10143 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I hate Miracle Whip more than mayonnaise, but I don't want either on my sandwich. The only place for mayonnaise on a sandwich is the bare minimum it takes to hold together chicken salad.


Kate P. - Mar 20, 2012 12:17:24 pm PDT #10144 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love

At Orrick they have a food trough for attorneys

...Is this a typo for "food truck," or is that office housed in a barn?

I kind of love the idea of a food trough, actually. Except that, seeing how nasty our office kitchen and fridge can get, I would be extremely hesitant about giving people even more ways to be messy with shared food space. So maybe I just want a food trough in my own cubicle.