Way too much to do at the moment than to do anything more than wave and say howdy.
It is? But it’s such an easy way to get a perm!
SmartAlueq, that’s fascinating. Over my head, too.
Registering. Good morning, everyone!
Hi all! That sounds like a great invention, Smartie! Not that I really know what you’re talking about. 
Monday. Yuk.
I’m gonna go finish reading last week’s MMP.
Er, yikes, smarty, that’s some pretty heavy stuff! I’ll be looking for you in the news!
I have two things on my mind this morning. One is this that I heard on the radio this morning. The other is that I falled down go boom getting into the car this morning and my hip, which twinges in the best of times, is really smarting now…along with my shoulder and my ankle and my butt. 
boofae, what-n-hell is a barmpot???
Tupug
Ouch, Puggy! That sounds painful.
Continuing my plan to edjumacate you in quaint old English terms, a barmpot is a clumsy idiot type of person. It may have come from an old English word for yeast, “barm”, intended to imply that the brain is fermenting. Believe me, it would apply very well to some folks I’ve had dealings with lately!
Mornin’ all. I’m workin’ here…kinda. I just finished the last MMP and got this one all read.
I think I mostly understood it. Good luck in this endeavor, Smarty. The mythbusters tested a bunch of things that are supposed to improve gas mileage awhile ago, and they found that nothing out there at that time actually worked. (Except that if you have diesal, you can strain grease from a deep fat fryer and use that as gas.) I hope your device works better than what was previously tested!
And on to the old:
Swampy, absolutely the lady had no right to take over your event. It’s your cave and to attempt to change your plans was rude. But, I wonder if there are adults that would like to go to these things that can’t because they don’t have childcare, and maybe she was trying to include them? I know my Aunt had that problem after her divorce; she wanted to go to the church events and couldn’t because they were adults only, and there was no one to take care of her son.
Back for more later…
::throws handfulls of Hershey Hugs into the MMP for general chocolate consumption ::
ETA: Feel better Puggy!!
You stole my line! Re the OP: um, ok. Just tell me what I have to do and where to sign up and stuff. I’ve never seen W do anything at a gas pump or similar–I tend to change the channel or turn the TV off when he shows up.
Vundie–so did you ever make my garlic cheddar chicken? It needs onions, IMO and more salt.
1500 word paper? How long is that (never having taken college English, I always forget how to estimate length). Anyway, I want to use barmpot, so you’ll have to find another one.
I have lots to do today. My computer died AGAIN yesterday-but it was my fault. All should be well now, but I had no choice but to give up last night: I had disconnected my laptop from its power source and the battery went DOA on me. And I mean in the water for several hours dead. After an hour, I just went to bed.
Assuming 250 words per page, about 6 pages.
Speaking of 1500+ word papers, I now have a transition. I’m taking the final bits of the Great Comps Rewrite slow because it’s technical stuff I have to be careful with. Tomorrow I finish up the Piri Thomas in Jail section.
I’m hungry again. I just had a bagel an hour and a half ago. Time to rustle up some Spazghetti.
Just went back and read the rest of the old MMP. Lots (well, some) to add.
- Swans are mean mofos at all times. My mother has a swan story. We were summering on the Cape (my dad did research at MBL in Woods Hole, MA) and she had left us (5 kids) at the beach and gone to the laundromat. This was about 1968 or so, when you left kids at the beach and also most summer cottages didn’t have washers etc. On the way there, she had to pass through some marshland that is bisected by a lane. She stopped and the oncoming car also stopped because there was a swan family attempting to cross the road with cygnets. The guy in the other car got impatient with waiting after the cygnets were over the road. He got out of his car and tried to shoo the swan away. My mother called out that she wouldn’t do that if she were him (he?). He ignored her (some people never learn) and he approached the swan waving his arms and calling “shoo!”. The swan reared up, spread its wings and hit that man with its wing–broke the man’s arm. My mother went over, put the man in her car, pulled his car onto the verge and took the man to ER. Mom’s a nurse, too. After that, she put our clothes in the dryer and came and got us from the beach etc.
That’s my swan story!
And I agree re the stridency of the Dope lately. I thought things were at their worst just after the 2004 election, but maybe not. Or maybe my skin is thinner.
I don’t mind being called ignorant (well, I do, but I’m willing to learn), it was the “incredibly” that got to me. As I said, I need a life.
By Og’s Throbbing Prostate, we actually agree on something. Yes, I made it. Mine was a little short on Parmesan cheese, but only because I didn’t have enough. Next time, I’ll add chopped scallions to the mixture and up the salt.
I have an idea for a variant I want to try. I’ll report back on that when I’ve tried it out.
Ok now I am glad I posted that recipe a few weeks ago. I agree, it is a good basic jumping off point for other ideas. The last time I made it I didn’t have any fresh garlic, so I used garlic powder in the butter, and added onion powder there as well. I used Italian breadcrumbs (cause that was all I had), and added the salt to the flour, and served it up on fettuccine with mushroom red sauce, and garlic bread.
Good morning everyone. Just a quick drive by. I have an ultrasound for my thyroid scheduled this morning, so I’m going in to work late.
I actually sort of understood what you were saying in the OP Smartie. It sounds very interesting and I wish you and your partner much success.
Well, I should finish getting ready to do. Toodles!
I couldn’t remember who had posted it! Yay for wallflower for the yummy chicken.
Vundie–og’s prostate is throbbing? He should get that looked at.
I see that true to form, I started something that I couldn’t finish. I posted the start of a list (see above) and never went past one. I can’t recall what numbers 2 and 3 were supposed to be. I also need to get on my stuff and DO SOME WORK TODAY. No ambition. Bleh.
Morning, all. I need to go read the rest of the last MMP to understand what most of you are talking about this morning, but first I wanted to comment on the OP. I’ve been somewhat edumacated about this stuff, being as how folks are often trying to convince congress[del]idiots[/del]people of the value of various alternative sources of energy/fuel, so I understood maybe about 50% of what you were saying. It’s one of those “sounds too good to be true” things – but, of course, there are some things that really do work out that fall into that category. So here’s hoping yours is one of them! And as has been said, remember that when I hit up billionaire you.
Our last evening at the resort was somewhat marred by the fact that poor Papa Tigs apparently ate something in his dinner that really disagreed with him. After several hours of pure misery, he finally barfed up everything but his toenails and felt much better, but for a while there I was wondering if I needed to take him to the hospital. Anyway, he felt pretty good by morning, so our trip home was uneventful. And then when I got home I had to get my ass back in gear and try to get the work done I’d skipped out on over the weekend, so didn’t even take time to read the Dope. :eek: I know, I know, where are my priorities? :dubious:
Off to be a semi-productive human. Or something.
Smartie, I understood about half of your OP, but it’s good thing the world has people like you who can not only make sense of these things… but then go one step further and try to make them a reality. You have my undying admiration.
The testing lab where I’ve been working for the past couple of weeks has a lovely view of a pond full of Canada geese, and they’re providing me with plenty of entertainment at the moment. The pond finally thawed completely late last week, and the geese have been thrown into full spring fever… they’re busily chasing each other around, trying to prove who’s the biggest baddest bully and laying claim to the choicest nesting spots. It’s like avian UFC around here.
Needless to say, the pond’s been fenced in to avoid any boot-biting incidents until the hormones simmer down.
Bleh. Monday. Some of the new changes they put in over the weekend have made the test systems buggier than a ship full of plague rats. It’s gonna be a looooong one.
Evenin’ all. Another successful day of doing not much at work. Three days to go now - wheeeeeeeeeeee!!! Nothing else to add. Carry on …
For those of you that don’t know, I work for a financial firm doing contract work. Quite like a temp, but always for the same company. When a department needs extra staffing they contact the staffer who finds someone to fill the contract. Since, my contract is ending in a couple of weeks, we’re trying to line-up the next contract now.
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I just got an email from my staffer regarding a job contract. I want to send it back to him with appropriate red marks to correct his grammar. I just can’t believe that this is the guy responsible for finding me a contract! For your snerking pleasure:
I got a job in today that I wanted to run by you. I’ve attached a job description. Long term position to backfill an associate who recently left. Initial 3 month contract but there is an ongoing need, the last temp was in this spot for almost 1 year. The manager is looking for someone very skilled in Excel. It is at <snipped address> with <snipped department>. If your interested, we’ll want for you to take an excel test and can get you in for an interview immediately after. Let me know if your interested.
He can’t realize that he sounds like an idiot, can he?? This is basic stuff-- sentance fragments, missing commas and your instead of you’re? Come on. This is a college educated guy for crying out loud!
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Ahhh ha! I guess that I are one. 
Another slightly skeptical quasi-engineery-type here. Hydrogen + car + marketability have been pretty mutually exclusive so far. But if you’ve got something that works and can sell it for a reasonable price, more power to you. And I am glad to know what your big project is. Someone was paying attention. (Although if I’m perfectly honest, I wouldn’t have been able to say which Mumper had a big project that they were working on. :o )
Good weekend here. It was gorgeous out on Saturday and we went to a wildlife preserve and saw 4 eagles soaring over the river! It was great. Then we went to a summer-only seafood restaurant in a park. Crab cakes! Yum!!! We ran into one of my coworkers and her boyfriend there and ate with them. That was nice. My hubby and her boyfriend are both engineers too so they got along pretty well.
Yesterday it rained all day so I made some soup for lunch - a nice Southwestern veggie/cheese concoction that I made up on the spot - and baked more cookies. My coworkers are starting to complain that I’m trying to make them fat. But that’s my strategy - if they’re all fat, I’ll look thin by comparison, right? 
Dentist appt this morning. Nice healthy teeth and that nice clean-from-the-dentist feeling. Yay!
Hey folks-
gotta go do stupid things!
Hi and bye