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Okay, time to kill!
I - walkwithcrowds (7-day version) II - none III - none IV - Quislet, Esq V - Rockhopper Lad (the first 24-hour version) VI - Rockhopper Lad VII - cleome VIII - Rockhopper Lad IX - Rockhopper Lad X - none XI - none XII - none XIII - Invisible Brainiac XIV - Invisible Brainiac XV - Invisible Brainiac XVI - Invisible Brainiac XVII - Invisible Brainiac XVIII - cleome XIX - cleome XX - cleome XXI - Jfposey XXII - Invisible Brainiac
IN a superhero role playing game I created a villain assassin called the Bore. He could drone on in a monotone that would put people to sleep and then he would kill them.
Microwaves are great for potatoes, but I've never used mine for eggs.
Alas, I need to cut down on egg dishes that aren't super well-done, or aren't reheated to be super-hot. My stomach's become more sensitive since they changed my meds, so a lot of things which used to agree with me just don't anymore.
We had Dim Sum out yesterday, and I was afraid to order the custard tarts, which I used to love. So we got some coconut jelly/pudding instead, which was delicious.
Not sure how traditional it is back in China proper, but I have seen it in one old-time touristy mini-Chinese cookbook I have, dating back to the late 50s or early 60s. It's on a lot of Dim Sum menus around here.
Most places serve it cut into cubes, like regular fruit gelatin (which several places around here also serve). But it's not nearly as sweet as fruit gelatin. And there's a very thin coating of vegetable oil on the surface, probably to keep it from sticking when the cook cuts up the squares.
One of our favorite Dim Sum places was forced out of business about five years back. (Grrr... Local university wanted the property and pulled eminent domain on them.) We had so many Xmases and birthdays with friends there, I lost track. One time, somebody who'd never been there with us before saw some cubes of what looked like a chocolate dessert on the cart, and ordered them. Turns out they were liver! Several people went ahead and ate them anyway, though.
Unfortunately, coconut is one of my food allergies. It gives me serious hives. Raw citrus peel can cause a burn to me, but if cooked it breaks the protein chain that causes the problem. I am fine it is is peeled for me and if juiced, either way. The doctor said I was also allergic to Lima beans, so I had to eat them ever again, hooray! But my worst nemesis is melons, includes cucumbers which are a melon, which cause me to use an Epi-Pen. I used to love watermelon too. Means I have to be very careful at restaurants. You would not believe how many people forget pickles are cucumber.
That sucks, J. My food issues are mere intolerances, in that I can be made very uncomfortable, but no one needs to call an ambulance.
I don't know if this is true or mere folktale, but supposedly cockroaches will literally eat any damn thing, including stamp glue and your eyebrows, except that they won't touch cucumbers and will starve if there's nothing else for them to eat.
I know I'm in the minority, but I can't sit through either I Dream Of Jeannie or Bewitched. Even as a little girl I remember thinking, "Wow these pretty, powerful women spend their whole lives waiting hand and foot on dumb, boring men who aren't even very nice to them. Why does anyone think that's funny?"
After a few checks to see it wasn't going to destroy the planet or something (checks might be tough, so this may involve a pinky promise), I'd just set the genie free. Who wants to force something into doing one's bidding?
But what if the genie wanted to stay with you? That did happen in I Dream of Jeannie. First episode, Major Nelson set Jeannie free, but she followed him to Coco Beach
I used to be on another board where the resident Queen Of All Egotists decided that his demise was the perfect moment to plug her stupid "spiritual" consultations, etc. "If 'd known him, I could've saved him!" Yeah, sure, Sister. [rolleyes]
I love fresh lemonade so much, but ya' know they took most of my refined sugar away, along with most of the booze.
I don't mind cooking vegetarian so much. Some of the fake meats are pretty good to cook with and a lot of well-seasoned dishes don't need them anyway. But I have yet to find a pretend sugar that doesn't taste foul.
(Also, never wade into an online discussion about health/fitness and try to ask innocent questions about whether fake sugars are really "healthier" than the real thing. Hoo boy. Never doing that again! The Civil War was more polite and less destructive.)
Oh noes! lobbyists have infiltrated Legion World and >choke< Quis was the first to fall! Or....what if it's not just Quis and I've just not noticed! How much of my life has been taken over by Legion World product placement.
I must put down my Cleome recipe book and race off, pantlessly, in my Exnihil helicopter to my penguin rescue retreat to ponder this...
Product placement has always been a part of the Legion. Do you know how much the Jules Verne Transport company (Around the planet in 80 minutes) paid for that spot in Advinture Comics 247?
Sadly, my book only had modest sales off Legion World, and I didn't get the gig on Food Network Of Space 3100. They went with someone who had more cleavage. Some things never change.
Anyone remember that scene in the old New Mutants where Sam suddenly didn't recognize Rahne because she had lipstick on? Yeah, even though she was the only short-haired red-headed female in the whole town. I am annoyed at that moment of sitcom-bad writing to this day.
I never believed it. There's *oblivious* and then there's "Too inept to tie one's own shoes or figure out which end of the cereal box to open at breakfast."
On a related note, I'm pretty sure even if I went out without my glasses, everyone would still know it's me. This would especially apply if I ran into my long-time pal the hard-boiled professional reporter for a major metropolitan newspaper.
I never believed it. There's *oblivious* and then there's "Too inept to tie one's own shoes or figure out which end of the cereal box to open at breakfast."
Although Sam is the guy who rams things with his head at very high speeds. So...
Yeah, but you'd think that evolution would compensate for that somehow.
It did. He's got a really thick head.
Originally Posted by Jfposey
Maybe Sunspot temporarily blinded him?
Maybe Ms Moonstar had been projecting an illusion to make Rahne feel better about fitting in, but that illusion had meant that no one recognised her when it was removed?
As of his last post, thoth lad is officially overqualified to be an editor at DC or Marvel.
Thank you. Thank you all. That last join the dots puzzle was a tough one, but I persevered, and I gratefully accept the editorial post.
Originally Posted by cleome50
(Yeah, I mean, let's talk about people who've made being thick-headed into an art form. A bad, bad, overpriced art form.)
There's still the green shoots of art out there. It's just that a nothing has grown in a couple of the big flower beds for a while. On the plus side, there's plenty of manure on them, and hopefully that will make the ground more fertile in the future.
Originally Posted by Quislet, Esq
What is art? Do you know it when you see it?
I'll know it when I finger paint it, and sell it for millions
I still don't much care for most Eighties pop, but I did spend $3 on a Klymaxx LP the other day so I could torment mr_cleome with "I'd Still Say Yes" during the hockey playoffs.
In the anime One Piece, Nami has a weapon called the Clima-Takt. A staff that can generate warm and cold balls which cause a rain clud to form. Lightning can be summoned from the cloud.
Is Quis' brain the same brain that went in? Or has it been... laundered >gasp!<
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This gay infiltration of the popular arts must cease!
Wait, no I love the popular arts so more gay infiltration, please.
I'm forgoing all my chores today so I can resurrect that dance party thread and restore all the links that got munched in Nighty's last board overhaul.
Once I was at a company Christmas party where there was dancing. I did get up and dance. One coworker asked how I could go out onto a dance floor to dance sober.
I am such a horrible dancer. You can show me the same step 20 times and I will not be able to follow. You need to physically move my arm and leg so I can understand the steps.
OK, but can our dance club still have trashcans somewhere? I'll never forget the first "real" NYC dance club I went to in the '80s and people just threw their empty plastic drink cups on the floor. Dangerous AND messy. Fie on you, '80s. Fie, I say!
(And speaking of the '80s, was Dream Boy Threeboot's Rodney Dangerfield, or did that honor fall more on Chameleon?)
Where all is said and all is done What was said was never done Don't panic It's not really worth your while Bang goes another year In and out of one ear Everybody's doing it so do it too
I liked how she fixed a broken traffic light by healing it. And then, over time, the healing spread to fix the cracks in the sidewalk and the pothole on the street.
If only more superheroes would help with such things, although there would probably be public sector walkouts as the state hired in consultant infrastructure superheroes. That's right, you can read all about it in the stunning, exciting Consultant Infrastructure Superheroes Monthly!
There is a bridge near my home that is being repaired about 4 months every year. I honestly have no idea why. If it were Japan I bet it would be good in a week tops...
Blackest Road Repair: much more to my taste than Blackest Night.
Who shall save the city from the enraged Jackhammer, scourge of the city's road infrastructure?
No one will need to. Thanks to Consultant Infrastructure Superheroes, early indications of Jackhammer's anger management issues were dealt with holistically in his community with support from both services and his employer. Consultant Infrastructure Superheroes: We're Not Just For Roads
Cherry blossoms are on their way here. I'm lucky enough to have a nice view of some from my garden. I'm not actually sure why I don't have any of my own, but it's probably to do with not wanted to make any of the tree/shrubs that I have dedded.
I used to live in Newmarket, New Hampshire, where Lizzy Borden's sister moved after the trial. But to paraphrase Charlene "I never been to Hew Hampshire".
Oh no hope the storm doesn't make too much of a mess
A 7' or 8' tree branch already came down.
I dragged it into the garage and sawed it up. I also hastily staked several patches of flowers, and brought some trash into the house that had blown onto our lot
Now I've strategically retreated indoors and am reheating more coffee, even though I'd promised myself to stick to only one cup today.
My lilac plant should actually be OK. It's in a sheltered area, and it's a low, shrubby variety without any big limbs.
In my childhood, I was really into miniatures. Sometimes I look at them on etsy, but never for very long as I don't want to get bitten by that bug again. (Like I don't already collect 20 times more stuff than any human being should. )
I still get stuff for hobbies that I'm no longer really involved with. On the other hand, should the impulse ever take me (hopefully it would be a better character than that) then I've got plenty to get started with.
My classmate wants to make a collage at the end of the school year. I think it's a good idea, but the sheer number of pictures will definitely make t overwhelming
I dreamed last night that I went to the department store to look at one-piece bathing suits, but all the patterns were all like Grandma Ruth's dish towel collection, only louder. So I went away without trying anything on.
"I Dreamed I Saw Joe Hill" is a folk song and a pro-union song.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he.
"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, They shot you Joe" says I. "Takes more than guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I didn't die" Says Joe "I didn't die"
"In Salt Lake City, Joe," says I, Him standing by my bed, "They framed you on a murder charge," Says Joe, "But I ain't dead," Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."
And standing there as big as life And smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill Went on to organize, Went on to organize"
From San Diego up to Maine, In every mine and mill, Where working men defend their rights, It's there you find Joe Hill, It's there you find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he.
It came as a bit of a shock to discover that a lot of the anti union newspaper reports I grew up with were terribly distorted views of what actually went on. And by "terribly distorted" I mean outright fibbing.
When I was little, Mom used to make both squash pie and pumpkin pie. I didn't like squash pie because I didn't like squash. So Mom only made "pumpkin" pie. Now, I actually prefer squash pie to pumpkin pie.
You are the man whose Mom introduced squash pie to the whole world, Quis.
My Mom used to make an amazing mocha cream pie (chocolate filling topped w/coffee cream) , with a walnut crust. I swear, there was a local cafe' which fixed the same dessert for years. I almost cried when they discontinued it. Now the cafe' has succumbed to condo-mania, too.
another dessert Mom used to make (I've mentioned it here before) is lemon meringue cake. A chocolate sheet cake with the lemon filling and meringue. Mom was a great baker
When I was a kid, we were swimming in a neighbor's pool. She came out and gave us kids some chocolate chip cookies and lemonade. I thought "Lemonade & chocolate chip cookies? Milk would be better." But then I tasted the two together and is was great.
I was just waiting at the bus stop with a Mom who had to stop her daughter from splashing in all the puddles because, "You wanted to wear the flowered shoes and not the puddle shoes." (ie-- boots)
Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say Please share my umbrella Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it Wind and rain and shine That umbrella, we employed it By August, she was mine
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought Other people stared as if we were both quite insane Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
I'm guessing a lot of umbrellas met their untimely end last Friday during our lovely windstorm. Hopefully the budding romances all made it through, though.
I gave up with brollies years ago, and now just wear a firmly secured hat. I remember getting a tiny, expensive, telescopic brolly only for it to not make it past its first outing in a breeze. Bah!
Brollies sounds to my Yankee ears like it should be a savory snack with broccoli in it, or on it.
I always imagined that the Penguin must have inherited a warehouse full of umbrellas in young adulthood, and that was the real reason he chose his particular villain identity.
I think roses are kind of like denim. They go with everything.
Though I only have the roses that came with the house, I admit. If every other house on the planet already has them, I can get my fix while other people do all the work. So... y'know.
I'm more into peonies, myself. I need to figure out more places in my yard to plant them. My current ones are all coming up nicely, but it probably won't be a "boom" year for the flowers. I didn't tend to them in the Fall like I should have.
I've left my roses alone, apart form some basic support, over the last few years. I was getting big blooms right into winter. So I let them get on with it. After this summer, I'll probably have to cut them back or find another way of supporting them (not like a trust fund, something gardening )
I know so many varieties of weed in the yard by sight, but I don't know their names.
The good thing about intermittent sun & rain is that the lawn's soil is just the right consistently for easily popping out weeds by hand. I decided to stop using chemical weedkillers years ago.
But I've got to get as many of them now as I can: when they're still small and before summer heat bakes the soil into ceramic.
That's because men's clothing (and traditionally "male" values) are thought to impart dignity and power. Women's clothes are thought to detract from seriousness, not enhance it.
I like how younger people are upending gender roles through image more then ever. Even though I personally hate to fuss over my clothes, hair, and makeup. If people are going to spend the time on them, let the image be as much to their own liking as possible.
I hope he picks a flattering color. Pale yellow or off-white, perhaps. Maybe a nice cornflower blue corsage.
I seriously wear the plainest clothes you can imagine, but sometimes I'm fascinated reading about different kinds of fabrics and how they're made: organdy, dimity, taffetta...
There was a fairy tale in one of my old Cricket magazines about how that last one was a gift from a mermaid to a sea captain named Tom Taffet. She brought him a wave in the form of fabric, and he sold it in the town.
I was going to bleat on about cricket, but I had to look up organdy and dimity, so feel free to keep chatting away, as if I wasn't here interrupting...um..
When I'm feeling particularly immature, and I'm sure no one can hear me, I start chanting, "GRRRRR-undy, undies, undies!"
And the adult version of Thundercats was born
Originally Posted by Quislet, Esq
When I am alone in an elevator, I sometimes say "Shazam!"
I try and get in a few lines of '80s pop songs when I'm in the lift. No doubt people waiting for the doors to open get the last part of it. I just pretend that they imagined it.
When I'm feeling particularly immature, and I'm sure no one can hear me, I start chanting, "GRRRRR-undy, undies, undies!"
And the adult version of Thundercats was born
ROTFLMAO
It's actually existed since I was a tween watching Thundercats in the 80s. Growing up in decades-behind-the-times Latin America and both Catholic and extremely sheltered, once my hormones were raging, some of my fantasies were...rather disturbing.
NSFW nor family-friendly:
I'd frequently picture Lion-O "dancing with himself" and his...um...todger getting bigger and bigger and bigger and as he'd come close to the...climax, he'd yell, "THUNDER...THUNDER..." et cetera, and then the Eye of Thundera signal would shine out from his...sphincter.
Gah! My Eyes! Make the words go away! Make the words go... oh hi Fickles... no, nothing wrong here...nothing at all... no it's not bleach... it's special eye drops... bleach indeed... >pours<
I read a hint about passwords at different sites. Instead of many different passwords, you have a basic password then add a dot and the first three letters of the site. For example on Facebook your password would be password.fac, on twitter it would be password.twi, on your bank website it would be password.ban (or the name of the bank)
My passwords are [HELLO LEEGION WURLD. ONLY YOU CAN SAVE OUR PEOPLE ON THE PLANET ZIFF. WE JUST NEED 250 000 VENTURIAN WALKING CREDITS AND WE WILL REWARD YOU FROM OUR DIAMOND MINES]
My namesake, the cleome, isn't actually in my yard. I suspect it needs more sun than I could provide here.
Though some annuals which supposedly need full sun will grow here, where there's alternating sun and shade. Candytuft and Forget-Me-Nots, for instance, both grow well but put out more leaves than flowers. I don't mind, though. They still keep the grass down and look nice.
My dad convinced me to get this foul smelling plant. It died after a year. But, I got another one, so it would be there upon the next parental visit. I commented upon the plant, and he said he was never keen on them. Gah!
I don't know of any domesticated plants that are known for a strong, unpleasant smell, except some members of the Fritillaria genus. But I don't think those are grown indoors.
I should have its little card somewhere. I remember looking it up when I had to rebuy it. It was considered a weed in some parts of the world apparently. The lasted longer than my lupins though. I stopped getting them out of guilt at their zero survival rate
Whoa. I'd never seen one of those before. It's like part flower, part starfish, part toadstool! Weird.
thoth lad, it's probably a biological truism that one region's pretty plant is another's noxious weed. In the U.S. we imported Kudzu from Asia to try and control erosion. It tried to eat most of the American South. Now an increasingly popular coping mechanism is to unleash herds of goats to munch on it. Though it probably can't be eradicated, goats are such determined feeders that they can seriously weaken it.
I'm finding a lot of the pictures of dogs that people show me to be a lot cuter than I remember. But it's probably down to the market in forced breeding. I've decided that old school dog types are therefore better on principle.
Can't say I'm a fan of anyone dressing up their pets. Evolution would not have provided them with their own furry pyjamas if they had needed to accessorise too.
I think they know, but don't really care. Even the clumsiest, stiffest cat knows he/she is more limber than any human except perhaps a veteran Yogi or Cirque de Soliel regular.
Imagine if you took a new born baby and every day said to it in a happy sing-song voice "You are so stupid. Who is the stupidest baby?". And then you keep the kid isolated from society and let them loose on their 16th birthday. How long would it be before they got beaten up?
So, when my brother's kids were little, my dad would have them over for supper one night a week. One night I walked in to find that my father had pulled the TV out so that the kids could watch TV while they ate. When I dropped them off at my brother's, I said to him "Do you remember how Dad would pull out the TV to let us watch it while we ate supper?" He looked at me like I had 2 heads. "Well," I said "He is doing it for your kids."
It still sounds better to be called a bookworm than a silverfish. I'm not the kind of person who freaks out over a bug, but those things are creepy looking.
My username is an accident. I meant to go with Chelone: the Turtlehead plant, but I got confused.
Just as well. Met someone else on another fan board with a variation of that name and she was hands-down one of THE most irritating people I've ever encountered online.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor arm nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Home from work, our Juliet Clears her morning meal. She dabs her skin with pretty smells, Concealing to appeal. "I will make my bed," She said, but turned to go. Can she be late for her cinema show? Cinema show...
Romeo locks his basement flat And scurries up the stair. With head held high and floral tie, A weekend millionaire. "I will make my bed With her tonight," he cries. Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?
Take a little trip back with father Tiresias. Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through. I have crossed between the poles; for me there's no mystery. Once a man, like the sea I raged; Once a woman, like the earth I gave; But there is in fact more earth than sea.
Also anything for a buck & just letting big corps. do whatever they want.
I want to move my old retirement fund from the Nineties out of the Vanguard program, because they fund the pipeline in North Dakota. But I haven't yet. I should stop procrastinating and start shopping around.
Hello, boys and girls This is your old pal stinky wizzleteats This is a song about a whale No, this is a song about being happy That's right, it's the happy, happy, joy, joy, song
Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy, joy
I don't think you're happy enough That's right, I'll teach you to be happy I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs Now, boys and girls, let's try it again
Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy, joy
If'n you ain't the granddaddy of all liars Think of the little critters of nature They don't know that they're ugly That's very funny, a fly marrying a bumblebee I told you, 'I'd shoot', but you didn't believe me Why didn't you believe me?
Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy Happy, happy, joy, joy, joy
She actually had both done at the same time. My niece (her daughter) was dropping her off at the front of the hosiptal before parking. My great niece calls after my sister, "Have fun Nana!"
I read some Swamp Thing issues a while ago, with Anton Arcane in the afterlife. I'm sure there were a group of people at the back of one panel trying to kill a thread for eternity
So we got some coconut jelly/pudding instead, which was delicious.
Several people went ahead and ate them anyway, though.
That sucks, J. My food issues are mere intolerances, in that I can be made 
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