Morning, all. I, too, will play later – the Idiots let me oversleep this morning, so I’m still caffeinating.
Grey, gloomy, wet here. This sums up my mood. 
OOooh… Interactive n’ stuff!
Just for fun, I actually wrote down a bunch of words and then did the MadLib, because it’s much funnier that way.
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a lumpy Mumper, who called themselves Green Pyjamas. This name itchily fit him/her/it to a T. Sometimes s/he/it mimed and sneezed. At other times, s/he/it randomly sang showtunes! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, Green Pyjamas went too far and actually made a pass at someone, **ate a hamburger ** and cleaned the bathroom. This got the mod’s dance the lambada and stuff and made all the MMPers balance their checkbooks. The other MMPers were rambunctious. They decided to summon Goatse. They set up the dishwasher and had everyone salute the flag. This caused dump stack trace amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the handle of the tunafish sandwich in the MMP. The MMP became bilious throughout the interweb. The MMPers were hosed down and just went about their business. Their Birkenstock sandal here was done!
I’m still stuffed from last night’s Seder, which was hosted by some friends of the in-laws. Also, possibly a little hung over… four glasses of red wine followed by six hours of sleep does not agree with my head. I’m just glad I had the presence of mind to stay far far away from the kosher brandy, aka gutrot.
yawn
crawls under desk for a nap again Wake me up when it’s lunchtime.
Nice idea, Rigs, but I’m afraid I’ve never understood the appeal of this “open” version of MadLibs – the results are never nearly as funny as the “closed” version!
Now, if you had just given the blanks as a list and asked each poster in turn to supply one entry (and then put up the result at the end for everyone to point and laugh :D) – that I would have got behind!
And I’m not an English Major! I’m an Air Force Major!! (OK, Reserves AF Major)
Hi, Ivory! Long time no see!!
I’m (mostly) recovered from hosting the Seder at our place – but the amount of stuff that needs to be done at works makes it feel like I’ve gone from the frying pan into the fire :eek:, so I may have to continue to be scarce this week, as well
Where I grew up in Indiana, there is a catering business called Nelson’s Golden Glo, and they make wunnnerful roast chicken. I can’t quite call the sauce they use barbeque, because it’s not sweet and tomato-ey in the usual sense of the term. The actual recipe is a family trade secret.
My aunt, who is locally famous for her cooking skills, keeps me updated on recipes for near NGG sauce. Many are close, but none are exact. The recipe below is a hybrid of three of the best she sent me, and is the closest as I remember it. I swear that I’m going to try this out on the rescue or fire departments sometime soon.
VunderBob’s Golden Glo Chicken
1 c water
1 c cider vinegar
½ stick butter
4 T Worcestershire sauce
2 t. black pepper
2 t. salt
1 t. garlic
Combine all ingredients in a large saucepan, and bring to a slow boil, Add chicken pieces, and parboil 5-10 minutes. Don’t try to cook chicken completely. Remove chicken, and retain some sauce for basting. Grill over a hot fire, basting frequently until chicken is done by whatever method you use.
This recipe is sufficient for about 2 lbs of pieces, but not all at once. Scale accordingly for larger or smaller amounts. Sauce can be retained, frozen, and used again later.
Note: Because of the butter, the grill will flare. Use the lid, and be careful.
ETA: Yeah, I left out the chicken. Deal with it.
Hoedy, howdy, howdy and good morning!
I slacked my ass off yesterday, so today I get to go do all the stuff I neglected to do over the weekend. Attacking the storage unit is first on the list. Then I think I’m going to take my 40 pounds of homework out to the beach and work on it there. I’ve got an ugly, ugly trucker’s tan that desperately needs evening out, so I’ll be multi-tasking. Also gives me an excuse to finally cut the tags off the swimsuit I bought a month ago.
I’ll post my Mad Lib later. My grandmother loves them, and I’ll be seeing her this morning, so I’ll get her to provide the nouns/adjectives/whatevers without the context.
Those who do not wish to play may choose not to, but will incur my wrath for at least the next 15 minutes.
Vundie–that sounds delicious. Blog it, man, blog it!
I am going to make biscotti now. And then finish this c*&s@# paper.
I still have Teh Sick even though I’m back at work all germified. I can’t play the game just now, my brain is too unwell to put coherent thoughts together. Deal with that, young rigs!
I’ll deal with anything you send me. You called me young! <Snoopy dance>
sorry your sick. Mustn’t grumble. Least said, and all that rot. Tally ho, what.
Tsk tsk…
Spiffing!
Oh, it is. It’s my lunch for this week.
:D:D:D aw. poor kitty! :D:D:D
I emailed hubby this story- his response?
“We need a video recorder in our bedroom!”
Uh, dear, no we do not.
Once upon a time, there lived on the Dope a grouch, who called themselves Snotty Face. This name was not just a name but a way of life and consequently fit him/her/it to a T. Sometimes s/he/it blew and sucked. At other times, s/he/it slurped noisily! It made life complicated for all the other MMPers.
One day, Snotty Face went too far and actually dribbled, snorted and burped vociferously. This got the mod’s stomachs upset and made all the MMPers yodel their chunks. The other MMPers were dancing the Macarena. They decided to branch out. They set up the dance floor and had everyone slime. This caused widespread panic amongst the other Dopers. They all exclaimed about the smell of the room formerly known as 304 in the MMP. The MMP became feared throughout the interweb. The MMPers were nonplussed and just went about their business. Their bodily function here was done!
Whew! I had a good first day - lots of new things to learn, but it’s a nice small office with nice people, so I think I will be okay.
Forgot to ask earlier – so, did curiosity kill the cat? :eek: 
(which is, incidentally, also the apocryphal “explanation” for Schroedinger using a cat in his famous Thought Experiment)
Two from last week…
There’s been some chatter bouncing around that Microsoft intentionally made Vista annoying to point out other companies’ shortcomings.
<rummaging through the net…> Ah, here it is!
He elaborated that annoying users had been part of a Microsoft strategy to force independent software vendors to make their code more secure, as poorly written code would trigger a security nag. The theory was that users would then get mad at the software companies. In reality, people only get mad at Windows.
All I can say is: :rolleyes: :dubious: :eek: :rolleyes:
Not too efficient if it took two guys. When our new dishwasher was installed, some young bear undid the old dishwasher, yanked it out, slid in the new dishwasher with the miserable stainless steel door*, and hooked it up, all on his own. It took him less time to do the job than it took us to get the sale rung up at the store.
Saturday was …interesting. I somehow got roped into helping with the electrical “rough-in” on our friends’ Taj-Ma-BBQ. The thing has a central fireplace bigger than some New York City apartments, and more electric outlets than our kitchen. So, much chiseling and drilling ensued to get the electricity in through all of the bricks and mortar. At least I wasn’t doing the rototilling. By the end of the day, pretty much everyone was sore, and my hands look like I was trying to knit a barbed-wire fence.
Sometimes I fear for DH - we had an oil change appointment booked with the dealership this morning. (Free oil changes for life - yay!) He called me from their general neighborhood wanting to know if he needed to go to a Ford dealer or the Dodge dealer. I so wanted to say “Look at the steering wheel. What’s the name over the ram’s head logo?” or “I’m pretty sure the nav didn’t tell you to drive two more blocks around the corner to the Ford shop.”
- I am *so * over stainless steel in the kitchen.
Suddenly I’m all uncertain about the Dyson- do I have time to vacuum? Maybe we should get the Roomba, instead…
Stainless steel in the kitchen indeed sucks. It shows fingerprints and streaks. Bleh.
Bite me with that stiff upper lip, you Limey bastard. I MEANT “you’re”. Jeesh. And after we won the war for you and all. :rolleyes:
You’ll pry my stainless steel kitchen stuff from my cold, stiff fingers.
I made terrible biscotti. How is this possible? It tastes like nothing–and certainly not chocolate. I must have gotten my substitutions wrong (in proportion).
Boo.
Oh, yes. The couple we visited yesterday (who gave us great used baby stuff) said their daughter had colic for eight months. Screamed from four till midnight, every night.
I love my baby. He’s awesome.
She’s probably still torked off about Bunker Hill and Yorktown, Rigs.
vrooooSKREEEEEE
Hello goodbye!
vroooooom