I went to see The Martian with some friends, and then took a long walk with another friend. Now I'm tired, but in a bit I need to go dance. Gotta break in my new shoes before the convention in two weeks! But I don't think I'll stay long.
I walk. I talk. I shop, I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out. And I don't sleep on a bed of bones.
Buffy ,'Chosen'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
meara - Oct 04, 2015 2:12:27 pm PDT #6516 of 30003
Anne W. - Oct 04, 2015 3:03:21 pm PDT #6517 of 30003
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I just saw the most horrifying thing ever—a nature program about the bite of the Lone Star tick making people allergic to meat. My commitment to never camping or hiking is looking pretty smart now!
Matt, I assume you have seen this? It sums up my thoughts about camping very nicely.
(edit: while the strip linked to is SFW, many other things on that site are very, very NSFW)
Burrell - Oct 04, 2015 3:57:49 pm PDT #6518 of 30003
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I swear, I need a plan for Sundays or I'll just imitate a log.
Are you kidding? One of my goals in life is to be able to spend an entire day doing absolutely nothing without a) guilt, b) shame, c) illness, d) someone else giving me crap about it. You're already there! Why it's downright aspirational!
sarameg - Oct 04, 2015 4:12:48 pm PDT #6519 of 30003
I'm feeling guilt and shame, because. So I'm not there yet. My clutter mocks me and now I have to go out tomorrow night to run the errands I skipped today.
I'm also being that crazy neighbor lady, asking everyone I know if they can do or know people who can do transport for my neighbors' kids. Asking can't hurt, who knows, maybe it turns up another family who goes to the school who could swing by here. I also think I might just now have convinced the mom to ask on the neighborhood board by suggesting a way she could do so without putting it all out there.
I have no shame in asking for others, especially when I know it is hard for them (hell, it's impossible for me.)
DavidS - Oct 04, 2015 5:08:15 pm PDT #6520 of 30003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Oh shit. I have gone all Mad Scientist on my popcorn with flavors and have accidentally turned it into a pure form of Crack.
billytea - Oct 04, 2015 5:09:12 pm PDT #6521 of 30003
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
You can market it as Jimmy's Crack Corn.
JZ - Oct 04, 2015 6:32:39 pm PDT #6522 of 30003
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
You can market it as Jimmy's Crack Corn.
Considering that Hec's high school and college friends call him Rock, I can think of all sorts of terribly wrong names for this popcorn.
Which is totally crack-tastic. I ate my bowl, and then shamelessly stole Matilda's and ate it too. I snack-thefted my own offspring, such is the power of this crackcorn.
shrift - Oct 04, 2015 6:42:20 pm PDT #6523 of 30003
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Do you remember what you put in it, David? Can you recreate the crack?
Lee - Oct 04, 2015 6:55:24 pm PDT #6524 of 30003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Pretty much the only useful things I have done since Wednesday night are unpack, deal with bills, go grocery shopping, and put out my Halloween decorations. I even failed to see the Martian, though I am somewhat caught up on the DVR contents.
Work is going to hurt tomorrow.
DavidS - Oct 04, 2015 7:32:44 pm PDT #6525 of 30003
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Do you remember what you put in it, David? Can you recreate the crack?
I do. I'm afraid of unleashing it on the world. It'll be like the Joke that Kills in Monty Python.
Then again, my crack might not be the world's crack. So...
Stayed with my usual go-to of Smoked Paprika (TJ's - you need a good one that actually has the smoky quality) and freshly grated Parmesan. Salt too and a little butter. Then cayenne, and one swirly of Sriracha on top. In the big bowl you can mix with salad fork and spoon, but in a the big soup bowl it's one big spoon and half a hand over the top of the bowl.
So, smoky cheesy mouth tingly spiciness. I'd say I was careful with the cayenne and Sriracha, and reckless with the Parm.