Well, back to the chain gang. later folks!
*blink*
Naked chain gang for ToP? O.o
Another nasty beer morning, I see. Thank God for my new familiar.
Rwandan is served!
And for dinner today, we're having porkchops with some pasta and a sauce made from cream, canned (damn you convenience-store) mushrooms, and some basil and oregano.
To drink with this I'm going for a small bottle of Casillero del Diablo 2009 - an excellent white wine produced in the Casablanca valley in Chile. The description on the label puts it as "A crisp Chardonnay packed with tropical fruit flavours and subtle hints if vanilla."
What are all you lot having?
If I can work up the energy I'll probably get some ruccola salad and cherry tomatoes for a starter dish, otherwise I'll just finish the whole thing by gnawing on some raw carrot and the aforementioned tomatoes.
Please say with meatballs
Please say with meatballs
With meatballs!!
With meatballs!!
You changed your avatar.:)
Do us a favor and keep political crap out of here. Even in spoilers.I wish I had a nice cold Budweiser right now.It....it's like...I don't know you anymore. :)You can have my cold Budweiser when you pry it from my dead hands!
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I see through your attempt to distract me.
You still can't have my cold Bud!
*Mairkurion usually has to go to IKEA to get meatballs.
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And for dinner today, we're having porkchops with some pasta and a sauce made from cream, canned (damn you convenience-store) mushrooms, and some basil and oregano.
To drink with this I'm going for a small bottle of Casillero del Diablo 2009 - an excellent white wine produced in the Casablanca valley in Chile. The description on the label puts it as "A crisp Chardonnay packed with tropical fruit flavours and subtle hints if vanilla."
What are all you lot having?
Breakfast!
;)
I like beer, but beer doesn't like me. I will just stick to whiskey, scotch, and vodka.
And for the record, beer is gross. All of it.
For the record, whether beer is gross or not is a little besides the point. It renders you insensate and that's good enough for me!
And for the record, beer is gross. All of it.For the record, whether beer is gross or not is a little besides the point. It renders you insensate and that's good enough for me!
This is like saying, "whether sex is good or not is beside the point, it renders you pregnant."
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This is like saying, "whether sex is good or not is beside the point, it renders you pregnant."And for the record, beer is gross. All of it.For the record, whether beer is gross or not is a little besides the point. It renders you insensate and that's good enough for me!
Is that why you've been so cranky lately?
In honor of Mairkurion's pregnancy, I present...
Is that why you've been so cranky lately?This is like saying, "whether sex is good or not is beside the point, it renders you pregnant."And for the record, beer is gross. All of it.For the record, whether beer is gross or not is a little besides the point. It renders you insensate and that's good enough for me!
Don't be silly. The more I crank, the crankier I get.
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Don't be silly. The more I crank, the crankier I get.Is that why you've been so cranky lately?This is like saying, "whether sex is good or not is beside the point, it renders you pregnant."And for the record, beer is gross. All of it.For the record, whether beer is gross or not is a little besides the point. It renders you insensate and that's good enough for me!
O.o
Is this the dark side of the Leafster?
Beer is good for the plants. So is coffee. So are dead bodies.
Plants rule!
Don't be silly. The more I crank, the crankier I get.Is that why you've been so cranky lately?This is like saying, "whether sex is good or not is beside the point, it renders you pregnant."And for the record, beer is gross. All of it.For the record, whether beer is gross or not is a little besides the point. It renders you insensate and that's good enough for me!O.o
Is this the dark side of the Leafster?
I much more wise and old-fashioned than that. Maybe a visual will help you with the metaphor.
Beer is good for the plants. So is coffee. So are dead bodies.
Plants rule!
YES, my brother!
Just remember this helpful saying, ladies.
"PLANTS: WE'VE GOT MORE WOOD."
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I much more wise and old-fashioned than that. Maybe a visual will help you with the metaphor.Don't be silly. The more I crank, the crankier I get.Is that why you've been so cranky lately?This is like saying, "whether sex is good or not is beside the point, it renders you pregnant."And for the record, beer is gross. All of it.For the record, whether beer is gross or not is a little besides the point. It renders you insensate and that's good enough for me!O.o
Is this the dark side of the Leafster?
I like mine better. Gives you a hard edge. ;)
Beer is good for the plants. So is coffee. So are dead bodies.
Plants rule!
Yup. I have about 400 lbs of coffeegrounds fermenting into a rich compostial stew in my backyard
Yup. I have about 400 lbs of coffeegrounds fermenting into a rich compostial stew in my backyardBeer is good for the plants. So is coffee. So are dead bodies.
Plants rule!
Mmmm...rich compostial stew...
Ah...I can smell it from here.
Ah...I can smell it from here.
That's the eggshells. Gives it a nice crunch
I LOVE the smell of sulfur in the morning!
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Alrighty folks. Stuff to do. Try to have a good day, and remember, let's be careful out there.I reject your hate! From this moment on, my heart will be filled with nothing but love for my fellow man, and all God's creatures, great and small.
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I told you something like this would happen after you let that priest bless you back in may
It's so nice when I'm only halfway through my daily comics and 14/17 have updated!
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What comics are these?
*Mairkurion usually has to go to IKEA to get meatballs.
c.a. 400 grams of minced meats
3/4 deciliters breadcrumbs2 deciliters milk
1-½ teaspoon salt
1 milliliter black or white pepper
15 milliliter (1 tablespoon) shredded yellow onion
1 egg
(The spicing can be varied to taste.)
Shape the mince into balls with your hands (insert silly jokes here). Fry in a pan while occasionally shaking the pan until the meatballs are brown all around, then reduce the heat and re-fry them 3-5 minutes until they've been fried all through.
Serve with potatoes, brown sauce, and lingonberry jam or pasta and ketchup.
*Mairkurion usually has to go to IKEA to get meatballs.c.a. 400 grams of minced meats
3/4 deciliters breadcrumbs
2 deciliters milk
1-½ teaspoon salt
1 milliliter black or white pepper
15 milliliter (1 tablespoon) shredded yellow onion
1 egg
(The spicing can be varied to taste.)Shape the mince into balls with your hands (insert silly jokes here). Fry in a pan while occasionally shaking the pan until the meatballs are brown all around, then reduce the heat and re-fry them 3-5 minutes until they've been fried all through.
Serve with potatoes, brown sauce, and lingonberry jam or pasta and ketchup.
Typed while embarassingly tipsy from a mere 2 glasses of wine, ladies and gentlemen. Don't drink when you've been sweating all day is all I'm saying.
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As I sit here enjoying my first cold Bud of the day (don't judge me--I've been up for nine hours already!), I am reminded of an amusing tale from my collegiate days:
My roommate Mike was applying to BC Law, but he didn't want to write the application essay about overcoming obstacles, so he paid our other roommate, Omar, $50 to do it. Needing inspiration, Omar reached for a 12-pack of Bud and whipped up a tale of hardship and destitution on the mean streets of Brockton (a city south of Boston with a not terribly genteel reputation). Mike had a twin brother, Matt, who had battled crack addiction and spent some time in correctional institutions--I don't remember all the details, but Omar wrote about it and put a whole "there but for fortune go I" spin on it.
Anyway, by the end of his compositional efforts, Omar was in desperate need of a muse. There was the now-empty Budweiser box, so Omar made up a reunion party the family threw for Matt when he got out of jail. And the essay ended:
"Usually, I like to drink yuppie microbrewery stuff, but my father had brought home a case of Budweiser. It was cold and it was good."
But Mike liked to put on airs (I swear, he talked like Charles Emerson Winchester III from MASH, despite being the son of a truck driver) and wasn't at all happy with the essay that Omar wrote. He refused to pay Omar, which made Omar very, very angry. Omar, who is half-Egyptian and half-good ole boy, knows how to hold a grudge, and I don't think they spoke a civil word to each other for the next three months!
Ah, college days.
Goooooooooooooooooooooood morning FAWTLies!!!!
As I sit here enjoying my first cold Bud of the day (don't judge me--I've been up for nine hours already!), I am reminded of an amusing tale from my collegiate days:
My roommate Mike was applying to BC Law, but he didn't want to write the application essay about overcoming obstacles, so he paid our other roommate, Omar, $50 to do it. Needing inspiration, Omar reached for a 12-pack of Bud and whipped up a tale of hardship and destitution on the mean streets of Brockton (a city south of Boston with a not terribly genteel reputation). Mike had a twin brother, Matt, who had battled crack addiction and spent some time in correctional institutions--I don't remember all the details, but Omar wrote about it and put a whole "there but for fortune go I" spin on it.
Anyway, by the end of his compositional efforts, Omar was in desperate need of a muse. There was the now-empty Budweiser box, so Omar made up a reunion party the family threw for Matt when he got out of jail. And the essay ended:
"Usually, I like to drink yuppie microbrewery stuff, but my father had brought home a case of Budweiser. It was cold and it was good."
But Mike liked to put on airs (I swear, he talked like Charles Emerson Winchester III from MASH, despite being the son of a truck driver) and wasn't at all happy with the essay that Omar wrote. He refused to pay Omar, which made Omar very, very angry. Omar, who is half-Egyptian and half-good ole boy, knows how to hold a grude, and I don't think they spoke a civil word to each other for the next three months!
Ah, college days.
Wow. What a tale.
I'll leave the one where Mike broke his hand in a fit of rage after being defeated by Omar while playing Axis & Allies for another time.
My beautiful hometown.
That first picture is of the Hospitality Room, where, CJ, my BSA troop used to meet.
EDIT: Oh, I forgot! The second-in-command of the troop (I forget the actual title) was a close friend of Bob Salvatore! I don't know whether they played D&D together, but I ran into him (the 2nd-in-command, not Bob) years later at The Comic Store in Nashua, so I wouldn't be surprised!
Budweiser-Boy Scouts-Bob Salvatore, what a weird world!
