Lucky Day

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Quite right. I’ve had steak-and-kidney pie at The Old Kings Head in Santa Monica, and, so far from it being round, the vigorous imagination of the chef has taken the whole pie concept in a startlingly new direction. You don’t get a pie as such; instead you get a bowl of the steak and kidney part (with all the other ingredients), topped by a freestanding pastry which has evolved, conceptually, from the crust.

(and before you all start going “ewww” at the kidney part, the whole thing tastes good. I doubt if I’d order kidneys by themselves, but I love s-&-p pie).

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I thought pie are square.

On come on, someone had to say it. Might as well get it out of the way.

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Bolding mine, by the way.

Now Rue, I understand that whacking things with a hammer is an excellent way to make them work, but why did you have to hit your wrench? Did it insult you in some way? Was it mean? My wrench (a 6" crescent with a nice red handle) is sitting next to me right now. I’ve had it for about 8 years, and while I have used it as a hammer, I would never strike it with a hammer. It has become a part of me, something I use almost every day. Part of the handle is worn down from when it saved me from getting a bad rope burn on a very, um, sensitive part of me. It has various dings and nicks to remind me of all the things I’ve whacked before, that have travelled in and out my door. I dug them all the most, that’s why I wrote this post, to all the things I’ve whacked before. It’s a good wrench. I would never hit it. Why, Rue, oh why did you hit your poor friend, your companion, your wrench with a hammer?

Moving on, in Steve Marin’s play Picasso at the Lapin Agile, there is a long discussion of pie shapes. If I can find it I’ll post a link. Pretty funny stuff.

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I thought Pi was irrational.
And I must shake my head sadly at the selection of Free Pies you were offered, Rue, because the BEST PIES EVER are Pumpkin, Lemon Meringue, and Strawberry Rhubarb (not necessarily in that order).

But beggars can’t be choosers, and I guess ANY free pie is a good free pie.

Kn(when come back, bring…)ckers

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Heh. That should be Steve Martin, not Steve Marin. Don’t mind me.

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What about a cowpie? Huh? Huh? Would a free, fresh, steaming cowpie be a good free pie? Bet it wouldn’t be.

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Depends on the situation. If you are buying fertilizer for your garden a free cowpie would certainly be welcome. If you were playing cowpie bingo (I think that’s the name of the game) a cowpie that landed in your square would be good.

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how 'bout if your neighbor left you cowpie-like piles of grass clippings every time he mowed? According to Rue, this could be a well-intentioned “gift”

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Don’t worry Ellen. Every time I think of cherry pie, I think of you. With ice cream on top. I had to take the jar of merischinos out of the fridge recently. It got too close to Mrs. Butterworth and… never mind. I was just thinking of you, that’s all I’m saying.

I was in the garage Parallax. That’s about as private as I can get around here. Sometimes you just have to be quick and furtive.

Looks like someone, and I’m not gonna name names here, is rounding up all the fraks of the pie world just to cover for himself. I mean him or herself. But there’s definitely covering going on. And freaky pies. (Now where’s Ex to take the heat off me?)

I ain’t giving you any pie Plankspanker, doesn’t matter what day. You’ll just have to get yourself to the Hostess Outlet like everyone else. But they’re probably all out of Free Pie by now. Maybe next time.

Ya know, (and you probably don’t but there’s always the chance you do) I had pumpkin pie for my birthday on several occasions. The occasions were always my birthday, but it happened more than once. Birthday Pie. And it was free since my Mom made it. She hardly ever charges me for Birthday Pie. She’s real nice that way. Free Birthday Pumpkin Pie. With whipped cream on top.

Thanks Spectre. Glad you liked it. (Scylla is my grandpa, by the way. Fenris is my dad.)

If I used the last of your duct tape, of course I’d replace it Kallessa. Maybe even with that cool neon orange stuff. That stuff’s just too jake. (But usually I stick (ha!) with the tried and true silver/ grey.)

It’s “duct tape, two screwdrivers (slotted and Philips), and a hammer, and a can of WD-40” Mama. The tools that hold Western Civilization together.

OK lightingtool, here’s why I had to whack my wrench. I tried turning the valve thingy with just my wench. I even went “HERRRRRRNKKK!!!” No soap. So I could have either admitted defeat (yeah right) or trot out the big guns. You know which way I went, because I already told you. I figured:
A. the wrench could take it (and I was right)
&
2. the stove was already broke (since it wouldn’t work anyway) so there was no way to make it broker. (“Broke” being a pass/ fail state.)
So, bang, bang, bang on the wrench baby! (A hipper song too. Ha!) and all was well.

I’ve never had strawberry rhubarb KnPie Queenckers. I’m not a big strawberry fan anyway, so I don’t think I’ll be running right out for some. But if it were free, I wouldn’t say “eh, no thanks” because that’s the best way to try new things. When you don’t have to pay for it.

-Rue. (bang, bang, bang on the wrench, baby!)

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MMMMMMMMM…Pie! I didn’t have any pie this weekend, but I had cheesecake. Homemade cheesecake. A friend made it for me cause I had been in the hospital and he wanted to do something nice. So he made me a cheesecake. And we had strawberries to go on top if the cheesecake. MMMMMM… cheesecake with strawberries. Matter of fact, I ate the last of the cheesecake with strawberries tonight after supper. I made meatloaf for supper. I had real mashed potatoes and some snap peas with the meatloaf. Then cheesecake with strawberries for dessert. YUM!

I’ve been gone all day in case y’all wandered why I haven’t posted yet. I had to go to a meeting in Macon, GA. I went up there last night. Macon is bout a hundred miles from here, so that means I got to go last night cause the meeting started at eight this morning. So, last night I spent the night at a Holiday Inn in Macon, GA. I had dinner there. I had a steak. And I had some beer. So that was good. And I had dinner with some other people who were also attending the meeting and came to Macon, GA to spend the night. I know these people. We planned to meet last night and have dinner. It was good to see them before the meeting cause we got to bitch about how we wish we didn’t have to go to this meeting cause we had a bunch of other stuff we coulda been doing instead. I like bitchin’ about meetings I have to attend. It’s fun! Specially if it’s with people I like and don’t get to see much. I didn’t do anything with duct tape tho. And no strangers asked me for directions.

Fence guy started work on my fence today. It might get done by Thursday. That is if it doesn’t rain any this week which it might cause there’s this tropical storm which might become a hurricane in the Gulf of Mexico. That usually means we’ll get rain cause I ain’t but about three hours north of the Gulf. The pool’s done tho. I got in the pool on my float this weekend. I couldn’t swim cause of the fact that I’m waiting for the hole in my right leg that got put there cause I had a heart catherization last week to heal. But, I could get on the float, so I did on Saturday. It was fun.

-swampbear (who had a couple beers before he wrote this)

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Tiiiiiiin roof! RUSTED! :smiley:

Loveshack, baby, love-shack…

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I’d like some pie please. Only possibly not blueberry. Cherry is the best if you make it with real pie cherries, the sour kind, not the sweet. My mom always made me a real cherry pie for my birthday. She was nice that way.

I had a fairly lucky weekend. Went out to a nice dinner Saturday at an asian-fusion kinda place in Louisville. Had their five course degustation menu. Pretty nice, but could have used more variety. I’m the adventurous sort of diner. Then I went to a show. (Laugh at my pitiful excuse for a thread.) All in all, pretty good.

Today is not so lucky. Let me 'splain.
Way back in May I decided to replace the carpet in my bedroom with laminate flooring. Due to various mishaps it has taken until now to get it mostly done. It only lacks a few planks and some molding to be complete. But I seem to have trouble getting anyone to come and finish the durned thing. My brother and his family are coming to stay with me over the weekend and they’re arriving Wednesday. The floor people were supposed to come early this morning but they didn’t show. I called them up only to hear some lady say “Oh, I’ve got you down for tomorrow morning”. She distinctly told me Monday morning when I talked to her last week. I’ve still got to move all the furniture back into the room and clean out the guest room so it’ll be ready for company. And work at my job. I’m really, really, really, really unpleased with these people. I swore so much this afternoon, after finding out I lost half my hours of sleep for nothing, that my little black kitty ran and hid.

Anyone know any gruesome curses for flooring people?

Or for flooring the flooring people even?

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People seem to be focusing on the pie, rather than on the aliens asking for directions. I wonder why?

I speculate it is because many people like pie better than aliens. I say many people because some people, me for example, don’t like pie very much at all, although I am unwilling to say unequivocally that I like aliens better than I like pie. I like pies that have chocolate cookie crusts, and I would not turn down a piece of apple or lemon meringue pie made by my Mom (with her excellent pie crust), but ordinarily, I don’t eat pie, and think that some pie crusts taste like cardboard (too many pie crusts in my experience have tasted like cardboard, but that is only my experience, so I won’t imply that most pie crust tastes like cardboard, but enough have in my life that I just avoid all pies–unless made with chocolate cookie crusts). On the other hand, I have nothing against aliens, never having, to my knowledge, met any. It is possible that I have met aliens, but that they were more adept at concealing their alien-ness than the aliens that asked Rue for directions. I am willing to say that more people have had pie than have knowingly talked to aliens, and that therefore more people have an opinion on pies than on aliens. Which leads me back to our discussing pies more than aliens today.

If we were going to talk about aliens, I’d have to wonder why they would need to ask directions from Rue. Well, not just from Rue, but from anyone. I means, somehow they got here, so they must be able to read maps, and even if they didn’t have a local map, it’s pretty easy to find someplace to but a local map. Like at a gas station or . . . Oh, I guess that answers that question. Never mind.
I am very fond of cheesecake however.

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I worked most of the weekend. See, I work at a Private Christian University, in Conference Services, and we had 900 people arrive on campus this weekend. Nine hundred! It’s the Free Methodist General Conference, and it’s our biggest conference ever (well, ever since my boss or I can remember, but we’ve only been here 3 years). So I logged 39 hours of overtime last week. That’s gonna be a great paycheck!

But I didn’t have time to fix anything, 'cause I was working. And I live in a condo, so there’s no lawn to mow. But Mr. Gazer fixed the towel bar last night, and he knows where the duct tape is. (Fun fact: Mr. Gazer has the or one of the first duct tape websites on the internet! He looked around for duct tape sites back in '95 and didn’t find any, so he put one up.) I depend on him for duct tape-related things; it’s kind of his specialty, and I don’t want to step on his toes. (I’m a nice wife that way.) I do have my own set of tools, though – I’m a modern woman, after all. I just let him play with the duct tape and fix broken things. Putting together new furniture from Ikea is my job. :smiley:

Mr. Gazer’s birthday is this weekend, and his sister is making him an open-face peach cream pie. He’s very excited about that. I’d make him a pie, but I’ll be working. My mother-in-law makes a grape pie in the fall. That sounds weird, I know, but it’s REALLY GOOD. It’s made with concord grapes, so it’s all purple and mouth-staining and everything. Yum. Me, I make a honey-pecan-pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving time. That’s my Thanksgiving contribution every year, along with the mashed potatoes and rosemary rolls.

Kallessa, my father-in-law makes cheesecakes. Yummy, yummy chocolate cheesecakes. He made our wedding cake: 5 tiers, 2 kinds of cheesecake. Mr. Gazer’s favorite, which is chocolate-raspberry, and my favorite, which is chocolate-kaluha-espresso with hazelnut crust. People are still talking about it, almost 2 years later. :slight_smile:

-stargazer (food again)

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Well, see, ever since the X-files beefed up the otherworldly tourist bureaus aliens have been a dime a dozen.

But pie, now, that’s dessert!

[sup]Did I mention the lack of sleep?[/sup]

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And you didn’t invite me to the wedding because . . . . ?

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Oh, my.

I think I need to go lie down now…

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People not taking a free pie? Why, that’s downright un-American!

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Obligatory post- I want pie, but I had cake with chocolate sauce and dulce de leche this evening. There was no duct tape involved.

I have lots of duct tape. It doesn’t make very good clothes. I know this because I made a skirt and a halter top out of duct tape for a friend once. It was not very comfortable. I don’t recommend it, particularly for summer wear.

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Pie is better than Aliens (And who said they were aliens? No one. You just inferred it.) because pie won’t give you a rectal probe. Right there, that puts pie waaaay ahead.

Free pie? Oh, yes please.
Free rectal probe? No, no I don’t think so.
-Rue. (pie please)