janis [del]inc.[/del] & co, swampy nailed it. I get the Dietz & Watson Southern Fried Chicken with the mystery addictive chemical at my local Giant Eagle (or as we yinzers say “Jint Iggle”). It’s a bit on the pricey side ($8), but for lunchmeat you can nom nom nom yummily right out of the pack, it’s worth the extra buck or two.
I had no idea they had Giant Eagles way down south by your den, swampy. Thanks for reassuring me I wasn’t nuts about why Big Macs are so tasty. If you want a good beer and you can find it, Dukes are wonderful. They ressurected the old Duquesne brewery. Ironically. this was right after they stopped making Iron City here.
I’m doing that not sleeping thing again. Maybe tomorrow will be ripe for a “sick” day.
Ooops sorry gardener. I didn’t mean to confuse you with swampy. This will teach me to post when I should be sleeping. And curses to the 5 minute edit window. You can’t possibly edit in 5 minutes at night when it’s dark and you’re trying to sleep.
Yours in insomnia,
Bri2k
P.S. When I typed gardener, that made me think of Peter Sellers in Being There which is a wonderful gem of a movie. I think we’d all be better off with a little more Stanley the gardener in us.
rosie: I know, right? There are a bunch of similar videos on that same page. Haven’t looked at more of them, but they’re from the same and related shows and seem promising.
Heh, Brick. me, swampy, we’re almost the same person.
Have been for a walk. Only saw one bat, but wasn’t really trying. Am tired. Am hoping to sleep reasonably.
Happy Virtual Firday. I’m taking tomorrow off so I can cruise down to NC to look over the old homestead, fire my real estate agent, and sign the new one. A fun time is guaranteed… :rolleyes:
Cousin Scott is still in the freakout stage of his cancer diagnosis, but is marveling at how friends and family are rallying around him. When I posted about it originally, the comments about his dad were incomplete. His dad (Mom’s youngest older brother) died of similar metastatic GI cancer at 46; Scott is 48 now. This naturally adds a whole new layer to the freakout.
You energetic people are making me feel even more tired. I’m envious! I finally zonked out after midnight, but I was back up for work at 4 AM. Fortunately, my boss took pity on me and let me work from home today. My “break” is up in a few minutes, but I just wanted to drop in and impress everyone with my zombie imitation.
Seriously, when I can or pickle, I make my own brand name labels for the final products, mostly as a joke, but the serious component is to date the jar.
My brand is “VunderBob’s Kickass <product>”. If it tastes good, it’s a Vunder…
I told my roomate I needed to do a “laund of loadry”. :dubious: I either had too much beer last night, or too little caffeine this morning.
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I want a Vunderpickle now.
I’m at da cave havin’ N.O.L.. Sallit with ham, cheese and since for some strange reason I got a hankerin’, pickled peppers. YUM! I have three home visits this afternoon all in the general area of da cave so I decided N.O.L. here would be good. Plus da cave smells like poke roast. I have one simmerin’ away in the slow cooker.
Ok, need to finish up my sallit and get back to irk. Le Sigh.
N.O.L. = “not our Lunch” 'Lunch" is one of the nicknames for mumper Noone Special who hasn’t been around much lately.
It started with N.O.T. because we wanter to assure Taters that we hadn’t turned into zombie cannibals, and now anytime we refer to something that is also a username or nickname, we type N.O._.
Can’t…stop…laaaaughing. The best part is the picture with the article. I love the employee taking a video of the wreckage.
Today’s Big Plan is making tomato sauce from the 987,000,000 romas from the garden. There are another 900,000,000 that haven’t ripened yet. We will have much sauce and hopefully pico de gallo. I bought tortilla chips for that express purpose.
