The following rules were established by Kent at the start of the first 24-hour version, adapted from the original rules by EDE:
The rules:
1. The Basic Idea: Post to this thread, if no one posts after you for 24 hours, you win!
2. Posts that are not direct responses to one of the five preceding posts are ineligible to win. The topic can drift, but no complete non-sequitors. Posts that are responses to non-sequitors are also ineligible to win. Posts that are responses to responses to non-sequitors, and responses to those posts, etc., become eligible, however.
3. In the event that this thread is locked, there shall be no winner unless a new thread is started for the contest. Furthermore, any post that results in the banning of the poster shall also be ineligible to win.
4. So, more precisely, one wins if one makes a post, and then no one makes another post that's eligible to win for 24 hours.
Okay, time to kill!
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The Universe told me that it's not against you, just that it's awkward in social situations and always seems to say the wrong thing. That's our universe. Universe 234 is against everyone and is a real joik.
I was bad on the parallel bars in my youth. Bad, bad, bad. The best part of gymnastics was cartwheels (but only on the floor) and making a mess with the hand-chalk.
They predicted hail here yesterday. I was nervous all afternoon but thankfully it never appeared.
I must have been really tired after the gym last night, though. Because according to the mail carrier, we had a thunderstorm around 11 O'Clock and I never woke up.
I stand by my previously-stated opinion that Terry's main crime was not being nearly as big a [redacted] to his girlfirend as every other male Titan was to theirs. (Or, in Changeling's case, to every female character who ever crossed his path. I'm pretty sure that if I re-read Judas now, I'd be rooting for Terra to finish his proto-Packwood [redacted] off.)
I really hate long long hair especially on men. Katie Cassidy's (Laurel Lance on Arrow) long hair really bothered me.
I know it's supposed to contribute to an iconic appearance, but I rarely stop thinking about how impractical it would be in a combat situation. Same with spike heels and other "feminine" trappings.
And then there's Kazar. It gets damn hot and humid in the jungle. You'd think he'd at least want to tie it back during the working hours.
If you're gonna' have hair-based super-powers, you should also have the power to change its length in either direction, like certain fashion dolls back in the day.
I thought it would be funny if a military man who always kept his hair buzzed developed the power of living hair, but because his hair is always short never knew what his power was.
I thought it would be funny if a military man who always kept his hair buzzed developed the power of living hair, but because his hair is always short never knew what his power was.
I am curious: Hippie
DC brings you the story of Sarge Steel. Hard hitting military intelligence man by day, bongo playing Brother Power by night.
I don't think I've been involved in a flame war. Guess I got lucky where I joined. Here we would bring out our Spiffany quotes after a couple of posts.
My house is on a former landfill site. We've occasionally unearthed toys, marbles, spoons, an intact soda bottle, and those super-old iron nails with the square heads. I think I found the remains of someone's fraternity pin last week, too.
But it's mostly rocks, which I just save and use for decorating other parts of the yard.
Oh I don't know. A cold, crisp morning as you evade the authorities through the fields of the 18th century. But what to do about hunger? The ground is hard and it's tough to dig out the potatoes, especially in the dim morning. Oh, this one's come out a bit easier. So hungry...crunch! Arrrgh! it's a rock!
"Why didn't the farmer's get rid of it!" you curse through the blood.
"Actually, it arrived after he did" said a time travelling Blok, picking up a bit of himself and reinserting it.
For the longest time, I would hear the chorus of "Because the Night" as "meatloaf the night belongs to lovers. Meatloaf the night...." I knew it was wrong, but could not hear it any other way.
And what could be more natural than that? Think how much better the world would be if people took turns sitting on each other's laps? Think of those hostile political negotiations, deescalated with soothing rocking back and forth on your enemy's lap with optional story thrown in.
Actually, cats get their nine lives by absorbing the life force of the people who's laps they sit on. Dogs are a bit thick and just copy cats. They get no benefit from doing so.
The other thing is that the purrs you get when the cat is on your lap getting back rubs enables that human to absorb the life force of everyone else in the room. It's to offset the whole lap sitting vampirism thing.
Quis is the one who once said his kitty would get upset if he moved a chair a few feet across the room. ("This is chaos, I tell you!") Everyone knows that relationships which provide funny thread fodder are the only ones that really count, anyway.
There you go. Or it's split personality issue... one of the two. Sleep safe
There's a certain loss of control that goes with realising that the things you took out of a situation aren't necessarily what the other person focuses on when they tell the story. Also, looking like an @rse in front of others can be annoying to some
I still haven't read that. I mean, it looked good art-wise and all. But I'm soured forever on big crossover reset events, or whatever they're calling them.
Of all the Legion stuff I've read since finding my way here, I gotta' say that the Super-Villain Annual was above average. Some of the Academy stories, too.
Oh, and the Legion/Trek mini-series was adorable. But I'm kind of a doofus and I never did read the ending. One of these days, I suppose I should.
This may be blasphemy for some, but I could not get through the novel Lord of the Rings. I appreciate that it was a groundbreaker in high fantasy, but... good grief, when Tom Bombadil showed up I couldn't finish the page.
I found a small ice-cream maker at an estate sale today for $5. Not sure if it still works, but if it does-- look out endless bowls of fresh fruit ice cream/sorbet/sherbet here I come!!!
Fingers crossed. My fingers, for yours shall be busy, busy, busy...a fixin' and and a mixin' and a preppin' to be followed by a scoffin' with a bit of luck.
Last Fall, when we had our rare bumper crop of black walnuts, I traded a few pints (shelled & cleaned) to someone on Craigslist for a GIANT bag of frozen raspberries.
I read that someone always hear the Prince song "Raspberry Beret" as "Raspberry Buffet". Cleome could have had a raspberry buffet with her big bag of raspberries.
BTW, I've had some tulips in the yard for several years called "Purple Prince." They haven't bloomed in the last couple of years, only put out leaves. I dug them up yesterday so I can find them a new home, either elsewhere in the yard or with another gardener.
We had the house painted purple a couple of years ago. So much cooler than that faded muddy blue it used to be. The new color's called "Kismet," and the trim is a very pale gray. It looks white, more or less.
I like to wear beige, but I'd never paint a house that color, given the local fondness for drab colors on exteriors.
There seems to be a trend now of painting the front door a super-bright color, like a slate gray house with an bright red or beige house with an aqua door. At least that snaps things up a bit.
Quis, I've seen those "Creamsicle" houses and I like them, too.
Ibby, we almost picked a nice medium-green for the new house color, but then we remembered the people next door already had a green house. We were afraid that would get confusing for people coming over.
The gate to my house has been several colors over the years. Like with you cleome, we changed the color from brown to red to make it more visible compared to our neighbors.
It's not NYC I miss so much, more like certain things and people there.
When I lived there, I was too timid to really get the most out of it. Now, 30+ years later, my inner New Yorker will occasionally appear & get loudly aggravated with the wonders of sluggish, navel-gazing, passive-aggressive Portland.
Like, if I'm in the coffee shop wanting to sit down, and every table for two is occupied by a single person camped out with their damn laptop (for hours), I really don't think anything of barking, "Hey, somebody pick up their stuff I need a seat!"
Real Portlanders would never do that. Silent martyrdom is what it's all about.
At one restaurant I hadn't been to in a long time, a server told me they've phased out all their breakfast pastries (like muffins, scones, etc) because they couldn't persuade customers to not camp out there all day long, playing on the internet but never buying a full meal. They were losing business.
Howard: Okay, in the very first "Pleasantville" episode, whose window did Bud break when he was playing with his father's golf clubs? David: Easy: Mister Jenkins. What job did Mister Jenkins have? [Howard doesn't know] David: Salesman. What did Bud and Mary Sue name the cat they found in the gutter? Howard: Scout? David: Marmalade! All right, all right, here's one. Why did their parents come home early from their weekend at the lake? [Howard doesn't know] David: 'Cause Bud didn't answer the phone and they were worried about him.
My brother has got into a bit of a film watching thing recently. As it's something he's never really done, he has everything to choose from. It's interesting seeing someone view things for the first time.
I always think of tbe Legion's space circus issue whenever travelling shows or circuses come up. The Fatal Five also showed up in one. Are LWers conditioned to be more suspicious of such things?
I remember people saying that return of the Jedi was far too cluttered compared to the first film.
I was thinking about that as I typed a couple of the above posts. I guess they can take some comfort knowing that Space Circuses lie ahead Mind you, I didn't think much of the animal welfare going on in those Legion issues.
That was in the John Carpenter version, which was filmed and released within the Quintin Tarantino cinematic universe (therefore only residents of that universe got to see it0.
While the Legion was fighting Superboy Prim-a-donna for those loooong issues, it gave the rest of us the opportunity to switch worlds to take in some films, music and alternate universe restaurants.
that one universe where BK's "I'm not Herb" campaign was so successful that it eradicated all other burger chains was a doozy. I wonder how the underground led by Carl Jr and the Five Guys is going?
It's a shame to always have to remember that all the papers are riddled with such things never mind the editorial slant. And we've got one of the better presses.
I'm tickled when watching these old instructional films at how many of them still don't show it correctly when they're giving instructions. Like they'll have Imitation Donna Reed in the kitchen using a dry-measure cup to measure out a liquid, which you're really not supposed to do.
In the second day of he Polyphemus vs Cleome trial, the cyclops told jurors that he was lured to the defendant's property under false pretences, and that the whole encounter was nothing more than a honey trap...
My downstairs neighbor has been giving me the following Christmas gift for several years now. A package of English muffins, a jar of strawberry/raspberry jam (low sugar) and a jar of local honey. I don't like honey, so I end up giving it to my niece.
I'm not great at thinking to give gifts. I've had to do it on a number of occasions when I receive a gift first. Then I mentally put the relationship into that category and thank the wonderful world of online shopping and next day delivery.
I suppose if I squint, there are certain machines at the gym which almost mimic the motions of hanging the clothes and taking them down.
They used to have a giant tire you could hit with a big hammer for exercise, but they got rid of that. Too bad. It was very therapeutic. Now I'll have to learn boxing, I guess.
That you put my picture on the giant tire is the reason I asked them too remove it. Of course, I only meant the picture. I can't help it if they misunderstood.
Thanks Ibby. It was vital to get that regulatory quorum of two before we could officially commence the 24 hour shut down. Now that we have it, thread silence can commence...now!
Other interests do tend to creep in without Legion World there. Obviously, they aren't as important and are merely substitute interests to help me over the trauma of losing LW for a couple of weeks
When I was little a German Shepard lived up the road from us. He was named Crash. One day we (my brothers, mother and stepfather) were walking our dogs and Crash came racing down the street towards us. Our dog, Max, stood his ground and bowed his head. Crash plowed straight into Max and lived up to his name. He bounced off Max and flipped onto the street, got up looking dazed and wandered home.
I find that a number of games I get take a couple of trial runs just to get the hang of the rules. Setting up a few of them takes longer than playing some of the games I grew up with.
I bought a new swimsuit yesterday at a store which has a mini-bar. There are drink-holders in the dressing rooms. I think they do Happy Hours but I wasn't there at the proper time.
Dress codes at the office are silly. One point of view goes that you should be able to trust your employees to dress properly. Another point of view says, dress should fit the company culture - and anyway, if your employees don't meet with clients regularly, why should they be all dolled up?
I wear office casual. Even in dress down days. Before this position I was in a more formal environment so office casual is dressing down for me. Plus, I don't have to faff around getting things prepared for dress down days. I just wear the next things off the wrok wear hangers.
There are two doors. One leads to safety. The other leads to certain death. There are two guards, one for each door. One always tells the truth. The other always lies. You get to ask one guard, one question. What question would let you pick the door to safety?
There are two doors. One leads to safety. The other leads to certain death. There are two guards, one for each door. One always tells the truth. The other always lies. You get to ask one guard, one question. What question would let you pick the door to safety?
Ah, this is an old riddle. The answer is simply to wait until it's the guards' break time and see which door they go through. Prisoners may want to wait until the guards come back, to ensure they are the same guards, rather than really stupid ones with a death wish.
“Fools” said I, “You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you” But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said “The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sounds of silence”
The Silence shown in "The Impossible Astronaut" on BBC's "Dr. Who" are depicted as tall humanoids with bulbous heads and mouthless, bony faces, partly inspired by Edvard Munch's The Scream.
In the last Amy Pond/Rory Williams episode, the Doctor say that the year they go back to is a fixed event and the TARDIS can't go there. OK Doctor, what about the year after that?
I finally remembered to hit the hardware store for dust masks yesterday. When I till the soil without one, I pay a terrible price by the time bedtime rolls around.
I am right there with you IB. Asthma since I was three. But, BUT, I am not allergic to poison ivy!!!
Night descends on Gotham, and with it the twisted pheromones of Poison Ivy. In the burning chaos of the rioting streets, the city's defender fights a losing war with his worst impluses.
"Only one hope... only one man can face Poion Ivy... must summon Posey..."
I had a bad cough for a couple weeks this spring. I was told I had a pollen allergy, which never manifested back in the Philippines because we don't have spring there...!
Hope your asthma has gotten better since, Jiffy? My sister used to have asthma attacks but she has improved a lot.
At 51, I have learned to live with shortness of breath. As a child I was extremely allergic to cats but not dogs. So we had six, yes six, English Mastiffs who lived inside with us. My dog (the mother) slept in my bed with me nose to nose. But at the age of 22 it switched. I now have a cat and am allergic to dogs. Everyone of our doctors said I would grow out of it since childhood asthma usually goes away. That was the only change sad to say. I was better while in the Navy but that probably was because I never stayed any one place long or was out at sea. Thanks IB for the kind words.
Ow, hi, do you have a cold? Uh, no man, I just suffer from
Allergies, allergies Allergies, allergies
Allergic to cats, allergic to bees Allergic to dust, allergic to trees Allergic to mold, allergic to weeds
My little brother is allergic to meat My friends' mother is allergic to wheat Allergic to meat? Allergic to wheat? Gotta be tricky finding something to eat
Allergies, allergies Allergies, allergies
Allergic to dogs, allergic to frogs Allergic to nuts, I hate the guts Allergic to smoke, it makes me choke Allergic to shrimp, I'll blow up like a blimp
I get all itchy, and I start to wheeze Even if I see a slice of cheese A slice of cheese? I stat to wheeze Hang on fellas I'm about to sneeze Aaa, aaa, aaa, achoo!
Allergies, allergies Allergies, allergies
Allergic to dogs, allergic to frogs Allergic to eggs, allergic to legs Allergic to heads, allergic to beds Allergic to bark, it makes me snark
Allergic to face, allergic to bass Allergic to guitars, allergic to the stars Allergic to you, allergic to me Allergic to birds, allergic to bees
Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain
My hands can’t touch a guitar string My fingers just burn and ache My head intercedes with my bodily needs And my body won’t give it a break My heart can stand a disaster My heart can take a disgrace But my heart is allergic To the women I love And it’s changing the shape of my face
Allergies Allergies Something else else’s living on my skin Doctor, please Doctor, please Open up, it’s me again
I go to a famous physician I sleep in the local hotel From what I can see of the people like me We get better But we never get well So I ask myself this question
It’s a question I often repeat Where do allergies go When it’s after a show And they want to get something to eat?
Allergies Allergies Something else else’s living on my skin Doctor, please Doctor, please Open up, it’s me again Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain (I can’t breathe)
There have been issues with companies here charging exorbitant prices for switching drugs. The nearly useless oversight allows them to get away with it. A few did squeal when a few of their products weren't deemed to be financially viable and were dropped. They were stunned they weren't invited to negotiate as they could have dropped their process considerably. Funnily enough.
With an election coming up, and not being able to find someone with a policy I agree with, never mind a party to represent me, it's going to be another week of being trapped in a world I never made. Poor Howard the Duck. Only when I grew up, did I know exactly what he meant.
That's what happens in a democracy. We have to live with the choice of the majority... if the majority did make the choice. In the Philippines, the Presidential candidate with the most votes wins... even if the number of votes was a mere 1% more than the next highest vote getter.
And the Vice Presidential race is decided in the same way. So we often have cases where the President and Vice President come from different political parties.
That's what happens in a democracy. We have to live with the choice of the majority... if the majority did make the choice. In the Philippines, the Presidential candidate with the most votes wins... even if the number of votes was a mere 1% more than the next highest vote getter.
And the Vice Presidential race is decided in the same way. So we often have cases where the President and Vice President come from different political parties.
What a joke.
Originally in the US the vice president was the second place vote getter. It change in 1804 when the votes for president and vice president were seperate. Over time it resulted into what we have now where the president & vice president are elected as a package.
I read that as "stench" of beach at first. Bad Ibby
One of my favorites Philippine beaches is this quiet place called Nagsasa Cove. No cellphone signal and plenty of natural beauty. One of my most relaxing weekends ever.
Our local, gloriously un-hip chain eventually added a Bacon Maple Bar to its doughnut assortment, but I'll likely never try it. I'm not much for maple bars. Cake doughnuts or crullers though--
The dessert death adder curled up in its warm spot in Quis' LW quarters. It liked the idea of quarters. Any fraction woul do. Soon it would reveal itself. Soon it would live up to its name. Soon there would be puddings! Numerous puddings that would require counting!
It's only Killing the thread though, not Killing LWers in carnival "accidents" Having said that, Batman got his sidekick that way. It's not just costumes that link Dick Grayson and Boston Brand. Bruce Wayne was getting in some sabotage practice on both occasions
Related, but I hate when people hog a whole sidewalk or corridor because they absolutely must walk beside one another. even when someone is trying to pass
Related, but I hate when people hog a whole sidewalk or corridor because they absolutely must walk beside one another. even when someone is trying to pass
That is The Couple. Because they are a couple they must walk beside each other. If they stop walking beside each other they will forever cease to be a couple.
"Peaches" is a song and single by The Stranglers. It was one of the big summer hits of 1977 in the UK, a close rival to The Sex Pistols' "God Save The Queen" in terms of notoriety.
I'm all for holding a day of silence for Cleome's charger. Anyone who agrees can join me starting now. Those who disagree can come back on Tuesday with their detailed objections.
As lodger cat has now become part of the household, I was mentioning >checks to ensure cat not in same room< v...e...t..... for a check up to her. >gah! noes! she's just come in... just pretend we were talking about something else.... right... she's gone... but I'm going to need some sort of super protective suit...
So this morning on the subway I heard this woman talking to no one in particular. I ended up sitting opposite of her. She was trying to talk to the woman sitting next to her, but that woman was trying to read a book and ignored he. Then another woman sat down next to her and the talky woman starts talking to her. This second woman is polite and responds to her. Then talky woman says "I have something for you" and reaches into her tote bag. She pulls out a sketch pad and says "I'm an artist. Pick out which ever two you want." Second woman was looking through the sketch book when the train came to me stop and I left the train.
While being polite is its own reward, sometimes there are fringe benefits.
As you leave the train you hear "the sketches are from this comic I did called A Distant Soil" and you throw yourself at the departing train shouting "I can be chatty too!"
With that '80s hair, gender can be tougher to guess. I wonder what Duran Duran were doing on Quis' train with that hair. Time travelling out of the Mad Max future of the Wild Boys video?
Though I did have a dream last night that somehow most of the hair on my head got cut off. For like an hour after I woke up, I kept touching the nape of my neck just to make sure it was all really there.
And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.
Lob it?! Lob it?! Listen mate, I've been training these unladend African swallows for months to carry grenades into battle. And you're just going to chuck one in?
In memory of Adam West I borrowed the first season of BAtman from the library. I watched the first story which featured the Riddle. In it Batman let's Robin park the Batmobile. So technically Robin drove it.
I switched to Charles for a while, but what he thinks is an internal monologue every time a woman with psychic powers turns up really isn't, and it's embarrassing all round.
Good point. It would have been back when he was shallow and self absorbed (which I didn't actually mind to a point). Did he stray far from that? I was skimming through an issue of Crisis, and the ad for his new series was in there.
I agree. What kind of safety net does that offer the residents. Then there's the lack of control over affordable rents and the desire of a lot of land lords to capitalise on the tourist boom. With so many hotels, I'd say you were taking a Chance moving there at all.
My brother used to slide one of his $500 bills under the board (for emergency cash). One game he forgot about it and conceded the game, only to discover it when we were putting it away.
I'm all for modifying the rules to have the option of theft from other players. A community chest card could give you immunity: "Congratulations: Manipulating the Futures market allows you to pilfer $1000 for each player without fear of going to jail"
Heather was my favorite Alpha Flight character, but I didn't stick around to see her actually put on Mac's suit. I think that would've ruined it for me.
Coconut oil has been a trendy cooking fat the last few years. I don't like the flavor it leaves. I was in a store a few weeks back where I saw all sorts of containers of coconut oil in various sizes and kinds. Then there were a few little cans of good ol' Crisco. I kind of felt bad for the old reliable vegetable shortening.
I was listening to an interview this morning with Cookbook author Paula Wolfert who has Alzheimers. She's been altering her diet to try and keep offsetting further impact from it, including something I picked up as Brain Octane oil.
So many people trying to get attention/ revenue by flogging their wonder diet solutions. It's a complete nonsense. Unlike my All Gin Diet. Find out more for only 100 Walking Venturan credits! Just go to youareanuttersap.com for more information!
I agree it's better to give than to receive. But someone has to selflessly give up their time to be the receiver to all those givers out there. Providing an overtime service of receiving for those who just can't stop giving. I guess that can be me so that everyone else can realise the complete joy of giving, giving, giving.
I can't stop the way I feel Things you do don't seem real Tell me what you've got in mind 'Cause we're running out of time Won't you ever set me free? This waiting 'round's killing me She drives me crazy like no one else She drive me crazy and I can't help myself I can't get any rest People say I'm obsessed Everything you say is lies But to me that's no surprise What I had for you was true Things go wrong, they always do She drives me crazy like no one else She drive me crazy and I can't help myself I won't make it on my own No one likes to be a lone She drives me crazy like no one else She drive me crazy, and I can't help myself She drives me crazy like no one else She drive me crazy, and I can't help myself She drives me crazy like no one else She drive me crazy, and I can't help myself
There's a shop called Iceland here that probably has had rhubarb in some form, so I could have said the same thing without going further than 5 minutes from home
When I was a child (way, way back when, yes this is a grandpa story) my family would send me to the back forty to kill the poison ivy (since that seems to be the one thing I am not allergic - who knew?). I hated rhubarb and my mother had it growing next to tool shred out back. Somehow the poison ivy control spray would always manage to over shoot onto the rhubarb and kill it too. Mysterious how that could happen.
But then he won't see all the farmers seeing him off. I assume they are farmers as they have pitchforks in their hands. Although why they have torches in broad daylight is beyond me.
OK, this reminds me of the barber shop about a ten minute drive from here that's also a record store. I've gotten some really great LPs there, including this one:
My copy still had most of its outer shrink wrap, along with a sticker that said "White Front." Which perturbed me until I looked up the phrase online and found it was a chain of appliance stores in this region that was already gone by the time I moved here. The name was a reference to the rows of fridges, ovens, washers, et al you'd expect to see if you were walking through a warehouse full of appliances. (At least before black and chrome exteriors became all the rage.)
We've been to a few appliance stores in search of items for our kitchen when we have it redone. I'd prefer stuff with white surfaces, but chrome would be okay if the prices are right. I really don't want black, though. Too gloomy.
My first attempt with the new used ice cream maker was okay taste-wise. But the texture was more like granita. I think the freezer-inset-dohickey should've been colder.
The music has magic, You know you can catch it; If you let the songs take control...
The sound starts to glisten, The more that you listen, And slowly it turns into gold...
SOLID GOLD!! Filling up my life with music. SOLID GOLD!! Putting rhythm in my soul. There's a song that's unreeling, To fit the way that I'm feeling; My head keeps spinning to music, Spinning to gold...
Solid Gold and Silver Spoons... with apologies to our departed pal Dev this was truly the double-feature my babysitting nightmares were made of, back in the 80s.
I was going to mention that we often got dates to eat around Christmas time, but in light (pun!) of the above posts it comes over as cannibalistically creepy
Which reminds me, the first batch of ice cream I made in the fabulously cheap ice cream maker was banana. It was okay taste-wise, but the texture wasn't so great.
The new ice cream is chocolate-hazelnut-kahlua, and it's wayyyy better. I'm really hoping to make the whole quart last a week, but I dunno'.
Serious Eats' site has a ton of great information about how to make ice cream, frozen yogurts, and vegan coconut-based frozen desserts. Lots of science-y discussion of things like how alcohol alters the composition of desserts and their freezing or melting points as well.
Okay, so I'm getting a little obsessive about this.
I only used a tablespoon of Kamora (knockoff Kahlua, which honestly tastes better, to me) liqueur to make the quart. It was plenty. Kept the containers from freezing solid, but didn't overwhelm the chocolate.
I have to admit to not being overly fond of alcohol in desserts. It can be fine, but I probably prefer them without. It's probably that too many people don't have the faintest what they're doing and put incorrect amounts in, ruining it. As Cleome makes clear, there's a craft to it.
I'm trying to cut down on my coffee now. I've just started on a diet - I realized that though I was not eating too much, I was eating a lot of microwave meals. Now that I have a hot plate and a small kitchen, I will rely more on vegetables and eggs.
BTW, science predictably says "Nay" to the idea that coarsely broken eggshells sprinkled around your plants will keep off slugs. In fact, any remaining egg in the shells is likely to attract them.
I've been putting a bottle of (out of date) ale into a Tupperware box. That's placed on the patio with the lid slightly off to allow slug access. The slugs are attracted to the ale, but struggle to get out of the box with the lid only open a bit. Seems to be working well so far.
Diatomaceous earth that is large and course can prevent or even kill slugs and snails due to their jagged crystalline structure. Like walking on shards of glass.
I've been putting a bottle of (out of date) ale into a Tupperware box. That's placed on the patio with the lid slightly off to allow slug access. The slugs are attracted to the ale, but struggle to get out of the box with the lid only open a bit. Seems to be working well so far.
I read about a similar technique for cockroaches. Put some food in a bottle with a narrow opening, and coat the bottle entrance with something slippery. Roaches go in but can't get out.
You were the sweetest thing that I ever knew But I don't care for sugar honey if I can't have you Since you've abandoned me My whole life has crashed Won't you pick the pieces up 'cause it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Walking on walking on broken glass
The sun's still shining in the big blue sky But it don't mean nothing to me Oh let the rain come down Let the wind blow through me I'm living in an empty room With all the windows smashed And I've got so little left to lose That it feels just like I'm walking on broken glass
Walking on walking on broken glass
And if you're trying to cut me down You know that I might bleed Cause if you're trying to cut me down I know that you'll succeed And if you want to hurt me There's nothing left to fear Cause if you want to hurt me You're doing really well my dear
Now everyone of us was made to suffer Everyone of us was made to weep But we've been hurting one another And now the pain has cut too deep... So take me from the wreckage Save me from the blast Lift me up and take me back Don't let me keep on walking... Walking on broken glass
I have a shell collection, but most of the really nice ones are inside a paperweight table. That way they don't fall victim to the cats.
Butterscotch the Evil once smashed a beautiful Nautilus shell that I left out next to the coasters. I still miss that little fluffy orange Hellbeast. Life is tidier but also duller without her.
Same, and it's aggravating. Once I'm awake, I can never get back to sleep. I've been under-sleeping for a month now, which is unfortunately normal for me when the days are at either their longest or their shortest. I've been like this since my teen years, though I doubt it's true Seasonal Affective Disorder. Thankfully, there's coffee (AM) and early-evening naps (PM).
Although I consider it my civic duty to promote inanity. I'm serious about my fun. To relax I put on a grumpy face a couple of times a day just for the change of pace. or rather
I read a short story once where an old man does a series of nice deeds throughout the day. When he gets home, his wife tells him of the series of mean things she diid to people throughout the day. She then asks if they can switch tomorrow.
I think that some people actually like zombie movies because they think that if it was them, they'd always be one of the survivors, if not the hero. They dream of a world free of where they find themselves now. Regardless of the undead hordes.
Since my grumbling about under-sleeping the other day, I've managed to sleep the full eight hours for two nights in a row. I feel resurrected. Maybe the Midsummer Curse is broken!
(I still need a nap in the evening before I hit the gym, though.)
I used to have 45 minute lunches in primary and high school. I would spend half that time cramming homework, so that left 20 minutes to actually eat
I take a half hour lunch. 10 minutes to walk to where I eat, 5 minutes eating, 5 minutes coaxing over a young gull that I've seen there for the past couple of days and giving it food, and 10 minutes back.
It's ridiculous how stubborn work-produced bad habits are. "Working" from home now for a year, and I still have to really pester and nag myself to sit down and eat a decent lunch like civilized people are allowed to do.
Vegetarian "bacon" lettuce and tomato sandwiches have been my salvation so many times.
I was reading that office folks aren't exactly overly productive in a number of countries. Yet, working from home seems to push people to doing even more.
My last boss worked from home most of the time, which meant that when the office bully was on my case (like, every other day), she had an added incentive to buck her responsibility and not do jack about it.
The beauty of the modern office is that said bully also worked from home frequently, but thanks to chat and email he could still routinely overstep his own authority and make my life miserable.
I think we had a thread about Kubrick's stuff before, and I mentioned that while I've seen the film I don't remember it very well. I read the book as well, but it didn't stick with me either.
Both are very influential, but just because something's influential doesn't mean it's automatically everyone's cup of borscht.
The man who has plenty of good peanuts, and giveth his neighbor none, He shan't have any of my peanuts, when his peanuts are gone. He shan't have any of mine, He shan't have any of mine, He shan't have any of my peanuts, when his peanuts are gone!
I was going to go with "They pay peanuts" in answer to Ibby's question. But you guys go with the factual, gloomy version.
to Cleome's post.
That was actually a song from one of those kiddie sing-a-long LPs I adored when I was a kid. (Probably long after other kids stopped seeing Sesame St. as cool. ) Luis gave Cookie Monster a piece of his mind, because C.M. didn't share his snacks with everyone else at the sing-a-long.
I used to love reading the British comics for girls my English-born pal from down the street had. Sorry to say, they didn't do much to improve my English. It's still about the same.
My English is good because I read a lot as a kid. I had so much trouble with my Filipino though. To this day I still think in English, and my English vocabulary is at least twice as broad as my Filipino vocabulary.
mr_cleome keeps trying to steer me towards one of those learn-as-you-go language sites. It's true I'd love to have at least a passing knowledge of Portuguese, because I love Brazilian music SO much. I really want to put it off until bad-weather season returns, though.
I just heard about "ship" and Pov told one about our trip home from Wizard World Dallas. his was a bit direct and short. I embellished it a bit.
Here it is:
Pov just had to have those 2 Big Gulps just before they had left and now they were stuck in the mud on a dark Arkansas road. Just then a pickup truck pulled up. “You fellas need some help?” “Yes. We are 2 idiots from New England.” “My name is Jake!” said the handsome young man who stepped out, flashing a Steve Trevor smile. “I’m Quis and that’s Pov. Thank you for stopping.” “Quis, eh? Most guys here call themselves ‘Quissy’. I like Quis.”
Quis placed his hands on the back of the car. He felt a tingle as Jake’s hand covered his. “Not too much gas Pov, slow and easy as Quis & I push.” Slow the car moved forward, when suddenly it lurched onto the road. Quis lost his footing and fell face first into the mud. Jake and Pov couldn’t help laughing, but soon Quis joined in. “My place is just around the corner. Follow me and you can get cleaned up.” “I better call our friend Lash. He lives in Memphis and is expecting us.” “Memphis is another hour or two away. Why don’t you crash here and you can go to your friend tomorrow? Although one of you would have to share my bed.” “I toss and turn, so you better bunk with Jake Quis.” “The shower’s in there” said Jake pointing. “Toss out your muddy clothes and I’ll wash them. Here’s a robe for you to wear.” After a quick but refreshing shower and his clothes tumbling in the dryer, Quis, Pov, and Jake settled down for the night.
The smell of coffee and bacon woke Pov up. From the couch he could see Quis still sleeping in the bedroom. Turning to the kitchen, he saw Jake fixing breakfast. Jake was wearing just an apron. “Morning Pov. You are one sound sleeper. Kind of like my cousin Ralph from St. Louis.” “If you guys aren’t in a rush, I can show you around the area here for a bit.” Pov choked slightly on his coffee when Quis said “I’d love to explore the beauty of Arkansas.” Plans were quickly made in which Pov would go to Lash’s and Jake would drive Quis up there later that night. At 9pm, Pov got a call. “Do you think you can drive home by yourself? I’m going to extend my vacation for a couple of more days.” “Will you be alright?” “Yeah Jake’s a nice guy.” That was the last time Pov spoke to Quis. Quis’s postings to Legion World slowly tapered down over the next 2 years. Pov liked to think that Quis found love and happiness in rural Arkansas.
I have ten dollars if we're raising funds for a rescue mission. Just don't send Pov. Look at how much time he's had to sound the alarm and he's just been goofing off!
Send Ralph Dibny. He'd also know all about the rubber the apron was made of. He could also show off the original Plastic Man costume he' s now weraring since Plas got his own.
My French and Spanish are slowly improving. But I am much better at reading than at listening. At least with reading I can easily recognize the word from its spelling. With listening I have to mentally recall all the pronunciation rules, and context clues are harder to pick up.
I know someone who is decently fluent in German, English, French and Spanish. Says it just takes a lot of practice and immersion
Saw an ad for a language course in Norway or Sweden. It had a couple in a car with their young daughters in the back. They are all enjoying the music of a song, smiling, happy. But the English lyric was basically "I want to ___ you in the ass."
Generally, the farther north you go in Europe, the better the populace is at speaking English. This may only apply to Scandinavia and Western europe though. I only have personal experience with Benelux, the Nordics and Germany. and U.K. and Ireland of course.
and Malta is pretty good at English. It is one of their national languages
I like the condom ad that has a little boy playing with 2 Barbie dolls. The father is upset about that and tries to give him 2 soldier action figures to play with. Later the father finds the soldier action figures on the floor and the boy sleeping with the 2 dolls. The scene morphs into the boy as a teenager and sleeping with 2 blonde girls. he gets up, doesn't find his condoms. He goes into the kitchen to find his father in a robe sitting at the table with 2 real life versions of the soldier action figures.
When we were little kids, an older cousin gave us his old G.I. Joe with the scruffy facial hair. We liked having him hang out with Barbie and Skipper because IRL our Dad had facial hair, too.
One! Singular sensation Every little step she takes One! Thrilling combination Every move that she makes One smile and suddenly nobody Else! Will! Do! You know you'll never be lonely with You! Know! Who!
I'm not very into most of the musicals that came to be in my lifetime. There are a few exceptions. Into The Woods, and Chicago. I suppose Victor/Victoria could count even though it was a movie first. Oh, and The Great Muppet Caper, of course. Probably the only song I'd ever want to karaoke is "Happiness Hotel."
Yeah, I think regardless of orientation, dating the prince is like getting engaged to James Bond. Sure it'll be a good time but all too soon you'll be six feet under.
In the 1930s, it was common for singers to do the songs as-is regardless of gender. Billie Holiday had no problem singing "Miss Brown To You" that way, for instance. And it's gorgeous. (According to biographer Robert O'Meally, Holiday loved both men and women, so that works.)
On the other hand, when Anita O'Day sang "Have You Met Miss Jones" in the 1950s, someone felt obligated to change "Miss" to "Sir." I always found that more awkward than just the idea of squeezing in the extra syllable that would be required by using "Mr." Or y'know, just leaving it as girl-meets-girl.
The whole point of "Have You Met Miss Jones" is Oh, hey this new person seemed utterly ordinary but they have this special something I can't define! I'm in love! Doesn't work as well if the "ordinary" guy you've just met is a Knight. Bah!
Hot to trot, make any man's eyes pop She He use what shehe got to get whatever shehe don't got Fellas drool like fools, but then again they're only human The chick stud was a hit because herhis body was boomin' Gold, pearls, rubies, crazy diamonds Nothin' shehe ever wore was ever common Her His dates heads of state, men of taste Lawyers, doctors, no one was too great for herhim to get with Or even mess with, the Prez shehe says was next on herhis list And believe me, you, it's as good as true There ain't a man alive thatshehe couldn't get next to
'Cause I want to live like animals Careless and free like animals I want to live I want to run through the jungle The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet
There's a sandy corner in the backyard that the neighbor cats have designated their outdoor litter box. I've started covering that space with found pavers and rocks. They'll probably find some other corner to use, though.
Awww... poor kitty. I'm a big softy and could never call "the man" on these visitors. I am borrowing a trick recommended on GardenWeb, though. I've taken some wooden skewers and "planted" them pointy side-up in spots the cats like to use. We'll see if that helps.
I felt bad when I was away at college and my parents had our dog put to sleep but didn't tell me until it was over. I would have like to see her one more time.
When I met the future mr_cleome, his friends and one-time roommates had two cute pet rats. Unfortunately, when the elder one passed on, they had no place to lay her to rest. They were in a big apartment with no yard. So I agreed to take her remains and put her under a tree in the home I co-owned at the time. My roommate at the time then decided to call future_mr_cleome "Ratboy" every time she saw him. Lucky for me that he's always had a good sense of humor.
Years ago, I took a trip to Poland with my dad. One of the places we saw was the Wieliczka Salt Mine. When I told my coworkers of my trip, one started calling me "Salty"
My mom also hates tomatoes, but will eat them in a form that allows her to forget they are tomatoes. So she can eat ketchup and tomato sauce - unless it's chunky and has visible tomato bits
LW News: Four injured in condiment clash between tomato and tomahto haters. "The blood was flowing like ketchup," said Officer Cobie "Or perhaps it was the other way round." With so many injuries neither party wll be as keen as mustard to relish another encounter.
100% of Legion Worlders failed to pick up on the obvious limerick potential of "Nantucket" 100% of Legion World lurkers are disappointed. "I remember it when it was properly smutty," said Rick Dangler of Broadbottom, Cheshire nostalgically.
I would add that "You Should Hear How She Talks About You" song to this thread, but there's no point because my ripped sweatshirt and pink leg-warmers are still waiting to be washed.
I bought a pair of giant round earrings for two bucks at a garage sale over the weekend. One spiral-shaped, the other in some kind of geometric "whorl" whose name I don't know. I want them for a crafts project, though. Not to wear.
In real life (as opposed to drawings), I think oversized earrings look great with short hair-- like Twiggy or Sandy Duncan-short. But my hair is long and thick. They'd just disappear in it and I'd never get them out again.
I have never had earrings, but I did have a piercing once.
Back in the late '80s/early '90 when guys getting their left ear pierced and putting a stud in it was a fad, I thought about following suit. However, I never did for fear of backlash from my very conservative family.
I remember the phrase "Left is right and right is wrong". Meaning that straight men wore the one earring in their left ear and gay men wore their one earring in the right ear.
That would certainly make dating and flirting easier. of course, a lot of men don't have earrings...
There is supposed to be a tattoo code and a handkerchief code indicating sexual preferences (including, er, sex act preferences), but I have not been able to validate this. Not all gay men have tattoos, and even those who do have them might not be using them for codes. and I have yet to see a man with a handkerchief sticking out of his back pocket
I had eight piercings in my ears back in the 1980's. And a Mohawk that was electric blue. Wait it was purple. Wait, it was red. Oh yeah, it was different after I got bored with the color. My mom walked into the bathroom one time to see me with a Ziplock bag on my head, coloring on my hair and two hairdryers cooking the crap to intensify the color's vibrancy. I don't think my mom was prepared for THAT! Teenage boy in the bathroom for a long time to color his Mohawk? Not what a lot of mother's walk in on. And it look six egg whites, Elmer's Glue and a can of AquaNet to get the thing to spike up before going out. I also had to iron it on an ironing board with the pillow case to keep it from burning. Burnt hair smells really bad.
Never heard of a tattoo code. I do know there are several versions of the handkerchief code, with different colors meaning different activities. Also which pocket you had it in indicated which role you played. Generally the handkerchief in the back pocket would be at gay bars or tea dances. And was probably more common in the days before Grindr, back when jfposey had a mohawk.
No room there anyway. My wallet's always on the left side and my phone's always on the right side.
Besides, women frequently get cheated out of what should be our rightful number of pockets. Many varieties of pants don't have any pockets at all, or they have the tiny, super-shallow ones that barely hold a tissue.
Bah!
And now everyone and their dog is wearing Yoga pants, which just look like an uneasy and overpriced fusion of hotpants with tights. I'll pass. I bet they don't have pockets, either.
The Doctor: Haven't you got a mobile? Donna: I'm in my wedding dress; it doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets? Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting at Chez Alison, the one thing I forgot to say was "Give me pockets"!
I gave away the secondhand dress I was married in. It didn't have pockets. It was also still my size, but despite not being bridal white with the train and all, it just wasn't the kind of thing you'd wear anywhere but in a wedding ceremony.
I appreciate the idea of being playful with fashion, but not the idea that I pay some stranger thousands of bucks to tell me what's playful vs. what just makes me look like a makeup-less clown.
That's why my aesthetic tends to be plain clothing with weird jewelry or bright scarves added. It's much easier to change your mind about something small.
For example, even when I kibbitz fashion sites that carry dresses in my size, they're have ruffles and things like that all over the place. Though the colors are often beautiful, the designs are too busy and I know getting in and out of them would make me uncomfortable. What I want is something with severe straight lines and little trim, but with a cool pattern or texture. Even if I see that online (unlikely), I'm going to balk at shelling out a hundred bucks when I can't try it on. (Who wants to deal with the hassle of returning things in the mail over and over again.)
These companies need fitting vans that would roam your neighborhood on certain days of the week. You could set up an appointment, get fitted in person for the item you wanted, get it entered in their records, and then just happily mail order different versions of it every season for the next decade. This is my dream, along with world peace and enough food for everyone.
I like that idea, cleome. I hate buying new clothes unless I absolutely need them due to old ones not fitting or being damaged. So, I stick to plainer styles that I can wear over and over again until i'm like 60.
These companies need fitting vans that would roam your neighborhood on certain days of the week.
Great. I'd just got over my fear of guys roaming the place in vans inviting you to see puppies, and now they're offering me stylish and affordable shoes instead!
Coming Soon to LW:TV... The Fitting Van Kidnappings!
I hope not to end up like that poor guy who died in his cubicle on a Friday morning, and nobody knew he was dead until they returned on Monday. They just figured he was quiet and not leaving on Friday evening because he was working really hard.
While studying for the bar exam, one of the instructors said "The day you take the bar is the day you will know the most law. After that you will forget stuff."
My pick for a live-action Emerald Empress would be Nicole Kidman. She has the viciousness, the carriage, and just a slight twinkle of camp self-awareness.
I was going to visit Ireland earlier this year, but unlike many other nationalities, I need separate visas to enter the European Union, the UK AND Ireland. FML. Many of my friends can benefit from the visa waiver program that lets one enter Ireland with a valid UK visa.
Thanks, Myg. Luckily, I have never been denied a visa yet (and I really hope it does not happen), but I know many others who have - including some entrepreneurs "without sufficient ties to the Philippines". Ah well. One day, I plan to get dual citizenship, and then the sky's the limit... I hate being hampered from traveling where I please.
Everything I have heard and seen points to Ireland being a very nice destination.
I stand by my previously-stated opinion that Terry's main crime was not being nearly as big a [redacted] to his girlfirend as every other male Titan was to theirs. (Or, in Changeling's case, to every female character who ever crossed his path. I'm pretty sure that if I re-read 
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I think they do Happy Hours but I wasn't there at the proper time.
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wants to keep it alive too.
they do make a cute couple though
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