Yep - that’s about right! And for what it’s worth, you can’t “barge” in here. The door is always open! That burger looks, um, big. 
Yay!!! :: Does happy dance:: We figured out a fix for the big mess we made on our project! (And it started with my idea. Sweet!)
I’m about ready for this workday to be over with though. I’s tahred. Only one more hour.
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Alt + 0252 on the numberpad. Not Mac-friendly.
Woo! Day of Annoyance is almost over in T-15. Then I get to go come to Twilight of Laundry and Evening of Blogging because we’re totally drowning in things we need to post to the blog.
We need another writer, dammit. One who actually knows how to spell and can form coherent sentences with correct use of punctuation. We’ve been through two writers, both short lived, neither spent much time actually blogging, which was probably just as well because they were terrible anyway.
sigh
Hank - Awww, shucks, thanks. 
Hey, if I wanted to try out that recipe, I don’t suppose you have a more, say, pictorial guide? For baking purposes, I assure you.
sturm - Waving burgers around here is one of the best ways to bring you into the fold. The only thing that works better is bacon. But you have to shout BACON! when you do it.
ppr - Well of course you’re cool. You’re here, aren’t you? And coolness seeks its own level.
LiLi - Why thankya, it’s good to be back. I need to work on staying back. 
But for now, I’ma get ready to go home. Weee!
spaz, I was gonna tell you about the canned pumpkin but kai beat me to it so I “second” the suggestion. They usually really like it, too.
li-li and dotty, might I suggest chloroform? A tad more short term than opiates. Or there’s always quick drying cement. Hmmmmmm. 
Hey wadddya know…it’s quit-o-clock!
I am bored at work and have 5 and a half hours to go. Does anyone have any time wasting websites?
I’m staffing the computer lab and I’ve only had a couple come in all afternoon. I’d much rather be busy.
Well, since it’s All About Me Day today, laptop is hooked up to my lovely big monitor and keyboard and mouse so I can work at my desk as usual. Income taxes are underway. The tax file I saved off my sick 'puter last night was actually importable – after jumping through numerous hoops to get it; thank Og I have an old enough ‘puter that it still has a floppy drive, as does Papa Tigs’ 'puter, because in Safe mode it wouldn’t let me save the file onto a CD; so I saved it on a floppy, gave it to Papa Tigs, who loaded it on his 'puter and emailed it to me, which I then downloaded onto the laptop. :: pant pant :: That’s a lot of hoops to jump through for stoopid tax files!
But now I’m at a standstill. The idiot broker sent us out a 1099-B for stock sales for last year that doesn’t include about half the necessary information, and of course the stoopid broker also doesn’t participate in direct download with TurboTax. :smack: It’s not like it was even that much money, but I need to put in date of sale, number of shares, and original cost of shares, and none of that stoopid information is included. :smack: Stoopid broker. I even upgraded to TurboTax Premier on the spot because it promised to make inputting stock transactions easier, and I guess it would be easier if I had the stoopid information from the stoopid broker! Grr! Maybe it’s time to switch brokers…this was the default one the company handed everyone’s stock over to when it went public a couple years ago. But it’s pain in the patootie. So I’m stuck with taxes till Papa Tigs digs through their user-unfriendly website to get the information that they should have provided in the first place. Grr! :rolleyes:
Anyway, that’s enough for All About Me day. Now I guess I should go back to nagging Papa Tigs to get the stuff, and then to upload and mail me the other files I copied off the sick 'puter while I had it up in Safe mode, and then maybe I should just go sit in a corner and cry. Because that’s what doing taxes always does to me. :rolleyes: 
:mad:
Gar, can’t sleep. So I’m back
Haze: I’m thinking about the username…I’m not hasty about these things. Yes, I’m an English major. I agree about Harold Bloom - I hate hate hate him - but this prof studied with him at Yale, and she keeps trying to convince us that he’s not a bad guy, no really.
Lissla Lissar: My brother’s youngest started teething at three months and now, at nearly five, has a total of four teeth already. You might have an early teether on your hands, so I’d keep an eye on his little gums.
anyrose: That’s the twenty-words-or-less version of The Wild Iris. Glück (thanks, Spazcat) repeats these same metaphors and imagery throughout that book, so when I was hearing it read outloud, those words popped out at me over and over again, till it was like a little running litany chanting away in my head. I like the poems, but it’s a little much to take in all at once, and hearing it all read like that kind of emphasized the most repetitious parts.
rigs: (did I get that right?) Heck yes! If you don’t start something I will. I’m all for some casual, unpretentious poetry discussion. It’ll make a nice break from class. Any favorites to start with?
Woo hoo! Lots of new peoples–welcome to you all!
Okay, one down, four to go–Oh Yeah!
I was totally lazy all weekend long, although I did finish up one book and start another. I have NOT gotten together recipes yet, but promise that I will. Okay, here’s a quick one, that I made last night, for Tandoori chicken. You do need to get a jar of tandoori sauce; some grocery stores will carry it if they have a good international section; otherwise, you’ll need to get it at the Indian market.
First you make the tandoori marinade:
2-3 tablespoons of the tandoori spice sauce mixed with 8 oz. of plain yogurt and a few squeezes of lemon juice in a gallon size plastic storage bag. Add chicken pieces, moosh the mixture around, trying to coat the chicken pieces as much as possible, then stash in the fridge for at least 4 hours (the longer the better).
After it’s marinated as long as you like, remove the chicken pieces to a foil covered cookie sheet and bake at 350 (American degrees?) for 45 minutes to an hour, turning once during the baking. Serve with rice and Naan bread or chapati (you can get delicious Naan at Trader Joe’s!); you can also serve plain yogurt on the side if you find the spices a bit warm for your taste. It’s really not spicy at all; my SO loves it and he does not like spicy stuff!
So glad to be home now, though. Whew. More later tonight.
Edited to lower cooking temp. a bit - the lower the better, but it might take a bit longer; it’s kinda like BBQ: low and slow makes for good taste.
Thanks, pepper.
As the holiday fast approaches, I re-share this with the MMP, 'specially cuz there’s folks here who weren’t last Passover:
Instant Sedar:
A Passover service for the impatient.
By Michael Rubiner
Opening prayers:
Thanks, God, for creating wine. (Drink wine.)
Thanks for creating produce. (Eat parsley.)
Overview: Once we were slaves in Egypt. Now we’re free. That’s why we’re doing this.
Four questions:
Answers:
A funny story: Once, these five rabbis talked all night, then it was morning. (Heat soup now.)
The four kinds of children and how to deal with them:
Wise child-explain Passover.
Simple child-explain Passover slowly.
Silent child-explain Passover loudly.
Wicked child-browbeat in front of the relatives.
Speaking of children: We hid some matzoh. Whoever finds it gets five bucks.
The story of Passover: It’s a long time ago. We’re slaves in Egypt. Pharaoh is a nightmare. We cry out for help. God brings plagues upon the Egyptians. We escape, bake some matzoh. God parts the Red Sea. We make it through; the Egyptians aren’t so lucky. We wander 40 years in the desert, eat manna, get the Torah, wind up in Israel, get a new temple, enjoy several years without being persecuted again. (Let brisket cool now.)
The 10 Plagues: Blood, Frogs, Lice . . . you name it.
The singing of “Dayenu”:
If God had gotten us out of Egypt and not punished our enemies, it would’ve been enough. If he’d punished our enemies and not parted the Red Sea, if would’ve been enough. If he’d parted the Red Sea . . . (Remove gefilte fish from refrigerator now.)
Eat matzoh. Drink more wine. Slouch.
Thanks again, God, for everything.
SERVE MEAL.
Harold Bloom is like Freud - interesting in English Lit 101, but something you’re supposed to grow out of. God, we had an ancient old prof in grad school who worshipped Freud and had apparently never read Said or heard of post-colonialism. His interpretation of Jane Eyre and Wide Sargasso Sea made me want to throw things.
Ah, Mindy, I don’t think I have quite what you’re looking for, but here’s a pic of Scottish Darling and me gettin’ down on the dance floor.
Love the OP! My sweetie loves gingerbread and I love chocolate - this sounds like a potential match made in heaven!
Welcome all new and randomly returning Mumpers! I await the requisite chocolate love offerings. It’s been a while since anyone has shown me love of the chocolate kind.
And, best of all, today was a success in pre-wedding-ing. I got my shoes and my necklace. Actually 2 necklaces, because I couldn’t decide which one I liked best. I may take the chain from one and the pendant from the other. Both came with earrings, which I don’t wear, but I’ll offer them to my MIL or my kid. So YAY!!
Other than that, just another boring Monday in paradise. I think it’s time for ice cream.
Nice glasses.
I went to get #2 son from orchestra–car no startee. :eek: The hazard lights were on(?). I called a neighbor and borrowed his Ford Fusion (nice car) to get #2 son. Volvo is now on charger.
The Husband is home to do the taxes. Dinner is in the oven. I need to do some practicum work tonight.
I also need to call 2 doctors: I have a weird itchy rash around my left eye, so I need my dermatologist. I like him ever since he said I look good for a woman my age. 5 years ago I would have been insulted. Now I take what I can get.
And then there is the persistent pain to my left lower quadrant of my abdomen–it’s either bowel or ovary (I don’t have endometriosis). Let’s hope it’s bowel, since persistent quad pain + ovary usually = cancer. (I doubt I have cancer. I have a crap diet most of the time and will bet it’s a polyp or diverticuli). The pain comes and goes, but always come back for the past 2 weeks. <cue ominous music here> So, I need my primary first and then (most likely) to see a GI specialist. How boring and expensive.
Tomorrow is supposed to be so nice outside! I’m excited. Welcome to all the newbies here.
Poetry: should we start with super easy and do light verse ala Ogden Nash/Dorothy Parker or should we go all despair and angst and do the Plath/Larkin route? I’d like to be twee and do Byron/Swinburne et al. What say you?
(I wonder if we can quote one stanza of our fav poem to start out and then go to questions about a certain poem or type of poem…how do you want to organize this? I’m open)
If I let you, that is…
Incidentally, Haze, what’s the deal with your ceiling??
pouts whaddya mean “let me” VBob? I am spoiled, I do what I want (within reason, of course). Pleeeaaasseee with lesbian gingerbread on top let me use it sometimes?
Haze, your new glasses are rockin’. Which reminds me, my wire-frames have been broken for nearly 4 months (one of the little nose-pad thingies broke off) and my lazy ass has yet to go to the optician to get them fixed. I should really get on that.
rosie, why are seders at my in-laws never this short and to-the-point? Maybe next year I go on strike and host an abbreviated one here.
My turn to make din-din tonight. It’s gorgeous outside, so I think I’m gonna grill some salmon just so’s I have an excuse to hang out in the backyard for a bit. And maybe some grilled asparagus and some mini-potatoes tossed with pesto to accompany.
We’ll have grilled pineapple sorbet for dessert, since The Boy decided to whip some up last night (yes, we’re on a grilling kick… this is what comes of good weather + no dishwasher).
I think it’s nearly time to bring the patio set out from the garage. SWEET!
So ya want some poetry do ya?
How Am I You Ask?
How am I you ask? Well I must say
I’ll be fine as soon as this pain goes away
I’ll be fine when I lose a few hundred pounds
and my cough isn’t really as bad as it sounds
The sight in my eye will return they say
as soon as this pain in my head goes away
I guess I’ll be able to hear again
but the doctor can’t really tell me when
My teeth are ok all the bad ones fell out
And I could be walking if it weren’t for the gout
but other than that I really feel fine
if only they’d fix this curve in my spine
How am I you ask well I’ll tell you real quick
I was fine till you asked me but now I feel sick
I got it off teh internets somewheres.
Evenin’ Y’all! Welcome newcomers. Walls thanks for rememberin’ to tell 'em I get love offerin’s of beer and cockies.
The high today was only 58 Amurrkin. :eek: It’s the ice age I tells ya!
I’s tahred. Ima go take a nice long jacuzzi bath whilst sippin’ on a glass of wine. I’m all alone tonight so I have to pamper myself. Poor me.
BioTigs and other brave souls who do their own taxes, I gave that up years ago. I gladly pay my local friendly CPA to do 'em for me. He’s worth every penny. All I gotta do is get stuff together and go sit down and talk to him for half an hour or so. Two or three days later, stuff gets E-filed, I give him money and it’s over.
I put a meatloaf together just now. Think I’ll let it bake while I bathe. Bake in the oven that is. I like hot water in my bath but I don’t think it’d be hot enough to bake a meatloaf. Plus the oven gets too hot to bathe in, so I guess it’ll be the meatloaf in the oven and me in the bath tub. That’s probably all for the best, don’t y’all think?
Likin’ the new glasses Haze.
Y’all remember when I showed y’all a picture of da bear as a cub? I was three months old and already had some teeth. They show in the pic. I turned out all normal and stuff, so it’s perfectly ok to teethe early.
We’re going to have corn and red pepper soup. I’m trying to decide if I’ll make it and the we’ll go to meet Mr. Lissar at the dojo, or stay home.
I think maybe we will. I haven’t been anywhere today.
Patios? It’s just stopped snowing. Where in Canadia do you live?
Old building + cheap materials + lots of rain = collapse. Grumble. Landlord still hasn’t called me back yet.
Mahna, I broke my old glasses months ago. Like, in December, I think. Talk about being lazy.
Toronto. I’m an incurable optimist, though… I’ve been known to sit on a patio sucking back beer once the thermostat hits 15C or so, insisting that it’s damn well warm enough because the sun is shining and it’s not snowing. Then again, I had a friend in high school who wore shorts by March most years - must’ve rubbed off on me.
Haze, you are an inspiration. Now when The Boy nags me that I’ve been putting off the glasses repairs for too long, I’ll tell him I’m aiming to break your record.
swampy, you mean cookies… right? I know you gay types are have different preferences when it comes to love offerings, but it might scare the newcomers off if you’re asking for their kibble and bits, if you know what I mean.
