Silver lining: I’m pretty sure that it’s scientifically proven that one cannot remain in a bad mood while listening to EW&F. Un-possible.
Its “do you remember the time, you were the Girl from Mars?” that gets stuck in my head everytime I see this thread!
Not worth it’s own thread. Not a pitting.
Completely against type and history, I made a throw-together dinner last night.
Leftover Tarragon-something chicken breast, chopped up
Red potatoes, mostly peeled, chopped
large mushrooms, quartered
Cooked in Rogue Chocolate Stout.
Then topped with grated Basil-Olive Oil Asiago cheese.
Was fearful the entire time that I’d hate it and be wasting good ingredients. Nope, was really good. Leftovers tonight.
I’m planning on playing it on a loop on Sunday.
On the off-chance that was a serious question, hen is a colloquial term for a woman in Scotland 
(mmm, cinnamon chicken…)
I was under the impression it was more or less an age related um … difference of opinion. The older folks wanted status quo, the younger bunch wanted change.
As long as it doesn’t end up in Arab Spring style riots, the question can be broached another time in a few years.
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Yeah, we’ve got riots in George Sq just now. The No voters are bad winners - http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/scottish-referendum-unionists-and-independence-supporters-separated-by-police-in-glasgows-george-square-9745333.html
Preach it folks! I hates that stuff with the fire of a million suns! Seriously, why would they make our dental experience more uncomfortable than already it is? We are there because we are trying to take care of our teeth, we are paying real money to get hurt, STOP yelling at us FFS. (The good news is that when my braces come off for the cavity repair, I probably will only need retainers for the next year.)
I would really appreciate it if someone could explain to me why the fuck does vinegar now carry antioxidants. Specifically, purposefully-added sulfites.
I’m considering buying no-added-sulfites wine and letting it ripen :mad: Or better, asking my brother for a botle of his presed grape juice.
I sold crafts at a craft fair today and didn’t even break even. Darn, and I needed the money, too.
My computer, apparently desperate for attention, has started freezing up over the last couple of days. Today I asked Dr. Google about it, ran all the diagnostics and such on the “why is my Windows freezing up” page, and restarted it. It froze up again thirty minutes later. So I decide it’s can of air time.
It was way, way past can of air time. Dear Lord Almighty, after seeing the amount of dust in my computerbox I’m ready to revoke my license to own technology. That was shameful. I had to get the vacuum to get some of it out.
Hopefully that works.
Also, I now vow before all y’all that I will do the can of air every six months without fail. My honor depends on it.
Well, darn for you. Most people don’t understand that the time involved in making beautiful stuff costs much more than the materials.
What do you do? I’m getting tatting lessons from a very nice little old lady, and she has told me horror stories about people getting upset because she wouldn’t sell a very large piece for the cost of the thread. “You do this for fun, why are you charging so much?”
My friend won’t take money for the lessons because she wants young people to keep a dying art alive, so I lie to her. “Oh gosh, my husband was just at the big box place and bought too much stuff, could you please take it off my hands?”
My rant: Buttercup can’t tell the difference between Lucky and Steve’s kitten (they are both gray Domestic Shit Heads*). I sent Buttercup to go find Lucky and he tried to pick Steve’s kitten up. Poor Buttercup is now wearing the cone of shame because of the stiches in her face. Thank goodness he didn’t get her eyes.
*DSH is Domestic Short Hair in vet talk, I like my husband’s version better.
No cites, but I vaguely recall that ordinary vacuums (i.e. those not made for sucking out computers) are dangerous to computers because of static problems. I would try to avoid needing to go to that extreme again.
I mainly used it on the front of the tower where the worst of the dust was. I didn’t stick it inside where the good stuff is.
I’m against the death penalty on general principle, but I’m up to HERE of people who think that Jessica Alba, Cameron Diaz or Elsa Pataky (born López) can’t be Hispanic because of their looks. Or that you can’t be Hispanic if your lastname doesn’t end in a z, I’ve gotten that one a few times too.
Would it be too bad if we hung them and those who think you can’t be Native American if you don’t look like Sitting Bull, using the guts of those who think Alba is too Hispanic to play a white woman (as referenced in Cafe Society threads about superhero movies)? We won’t kill either group, just… make them hurt. Badly.
If the computer sits on the floor, find a stable way to elevate it. It won’t suck up nearly the dust.
Grrr. I have been dealing with joint pain, and a number of other weird little issues for a while. My doctor ordered a bunch of labs, and told me that I have a positive ANA test. Nothing more concrete than that - just possibly some sort of autoimmune reaction going on. Now I am on an NSAID for a while (a month or so, he said) to see if the symptoms improve. Next step is a rheumatologist. I am particularly irked by the vague semi-diagnosis, and the fact that I can’t take aspirin or advil for pain in the meantime. i can take Tylenol, which does fuck-all. I hope the medicine helps, otherwise I will be extra-ouchy for a while.
I swear to deities I don’t even believe in that, the next time my husband interrupts whatever I’m doing to show me yet another video of people doing stupid shit in 4x4 vehicles? I’m going to bludgeon that man with his own phone, tablet, or laptop. I’m not interested. I’ve told him repeatedly that I don’t care - all that registers to me is “blah blah blah, trying to kill myself recreationally, why the hell do we pay gasoline taxes to maintain roads if you’re just going to try to take a shortcut by driving over a bunch of boulders?” “But Honey, this one is so neat!” “No. No it’s not. It’s just some guy driving over a rock.”
I’ve got it up on bricks. I know better than to sit it right on the floor. They did that to the towers to the back office computers when they upgraded our system a few weeks ago. *Professionals *did that. :smack:
I hate it when my mother says that “we” have decided that “we” want to throw something away when it’s her who does. Then again, she also says “we” are going to sell Grandpa’s absolutely worthless books, bringing them piecemeal to used bookstores. At least this time she didn’t say that “we” are going to change the outside windows to aluminum despite all local regulations to the contrary (historical building, outside windows have to stay wood).
Grandma’s 101st birthday is around November 1st (she claims the 1st, the information we have points to the 2nd, she was registered on the 12th), so her/my house is going to be invaded by a ton of relatives. I need to clear up some space in the storage room so my nephew can sleep in the folding bed. It’s a good thing Mom is allergic to sweat, because she’s already decided every single item “we” are throwing away. Not, damnit! All that those four chairs need is re-bottoming! How is it possible that she’s known me for 46 years and still hasn’t understood we don’t like the same things? You can take any pile of things you want, and any individual item I like will be one she hates, and vice versa. On those rare occasions in which we both kind of like the same article, book or movie, even that gets split in half. If I like it she hates it, if she likes it, I want to puke.
(And yes, I know I’m not even mentioning the little detail that it’s Grandma’s property. The looting started years ago…) She does not expect my brothers or my cousins to want these chairs, so “we” are going to throw them away; “we” decided months ago that “we” were throwing them away, but golly whiz, I never got the memo. “We” are going to haul Gramp’s worthless books to secondhand stores to try and get half a penny for them, and “we” are also going to throw away great-grandma’s chairs. Says she.
Am I crazy by thinking that keeping a set of four 100yo-ish chairs which are comfortable and in good shape except for needing rebottoming makes more sense than throwing them away and buying new ones?