Well, OK, it isn’t supposed to rhyme, but I never heard of any Haiku Preservation League descending upon those who would dare rhyme a haiku. This is AMERICA, fercryingoutloud!!!
We had one of those freeze-proof spigots, but it got a split in the sleeve - guess it froze after all? Anyway, my dear friend Tony replaced it for me, because by the time I discovered it, my spousal unit had already moved ahead of me. He’s done that 3 times now - I suspect a trend. Anyway, Tony fixed it, and I fed him lunch. And by lunch, I mean a sammich, not boom chicka chicka lunch.
I installed one of those frost-free spigots in my Dad’s house once to replace a regular one that busted. It was an unmitigated pain in the butt. For one thing, the valve stem housing is a lot longer than on a regular one (so it’ll reach into the house) and I had to lop off some pipe, relocate the shut-off valve (which necessitated shutting off the water to the whole house) and then sweat everything back together again. For another, the housing is a lot thicker than regular pipe, so the hole in the wall needs to be enlarged. I stupidly left that part to my Dad, and he sawed a hole in his wall I could stick my head through, which of course saved us the trouble of worrying about what our next project would be. All in all, it was slightly less amusing than a wisdom tooth extraction.
And now: a completely unrelated question.
How do the Japanese make their rice so sticky? I just had some sushi and my fingers are all glued together and sticking to the keyboard.
On a related not, I’ve decided that wasabi is a spiffy little condiment, but pickled ginger is icky.
You forgot to add the “wawa” at the end of “chicka chicka”.
I don’t write poetry, haiku, rhyming or otherwise; mainly because I suck at it.
I don’t want to be at work…I could be getting stuff done at home. Today would be perfect. Tomorrow we’ll be on the boat, and Sunday I am required to be at my sister’s place for Mother’s Day. Then, Monday, it’s back to work.
I feel like I’ve been here for 8 hours already and I’ve only been here for three.
One week and one day and I get to meet Swampy, Bumba and BumbaWife along with a bunch of Seattle Dopers. I can’t wait.
Okay guys, I’m really bummed out. We’re having a blood drive today at work, and I had an appointment to donate. They couldn’t find a vein, and once they did, the blood was coming out too slow. They gave up and sent me away unable to donate.
Well now you’ve got me all befuddled. I was planning on picking up a sandwich & chips for dinner because I was feeling too lazy to cook - now you stick sushi in my head, and I don’t know which I want. Good thing dinner isn’t for 6 hours - it might take that long for me to decide.
Seriously, they use sticky rice. I have no idea what makes it sticky rice, but that’s what it’s called here in America. People who Know Such Things call it “Nishiki” rice, which is think is Japanese for “sticky rice.”
I’m not claiming to be some kind of sushi expert, but I know what I like. I hesitate to admit this, but it was take-out sushi. I really don’t have time to actually go out for lunch any more.
Not being an expert, I was forced to rely on the recommendation of my California-born coworker who was raised on the stuff. She said the place I got it from was “not bad” and it was pretty good. As far as I know. If she ever needs a recommendation for fried clam places I’ve got her back.
My local used bookstore thinks I’m a pervert devil worshipper. Yesterday I went to sell some books and they told me they couldn’t take some of them. I was a bit confused because they were just run of the mill popular novels I’d bought at Target or my mom had passed on to me. This place doesn’t reject *anything * if they have too many copies or it’s not likely to sell, either.
When I got home I went through them and noticed they’d rejected my copy of The Devil wears Prada, and any other book that looked remotely racy or mentioned moons or stars or such in the title. So I am now not only evil, I’m an evil pervert sex fiend. On the one hand I’m worried they think this, on the other hand I’m sad they don’t even know Prada is a designer clothes line, and on the other hand (my evil pervertedness makes me have extra hands) I’m kinda proud to have shaked 'em up a bit.
Tonight I’m going to a retirement dinner. These things always sound much better when I sign up than when I actually have to go. There might be a hideous trainwreck if one of our board members shows up, drinks too much, and starts speachifying as she is wont to do. Other than that, we won’t even be able to make fun of the administrators because they’ll be there. Where’s the fun in that?!
As long as there’s no bacon frying, I suppose any kind of nude cooking could be sexy. Well, except maybe spaghetti sauce. When it starts bubbling, it sends little blops of tomato-y goodness all over the place. If those hot blops of tomato-y goodness landed on tender skin, it could be painful.
And yes, “blops” is the correct term, because that’s how it sounds when they erupt from a pot of sketti sauce cooking on the stove. I should know. I have many a pastel shirt that required immediate attention from sauce blops.
Bumba, honey, sushi is raw. They don’t cook anything except the rice; that’s sort of the point. I suppose Angel Pants could prepare it in the nude, but that doesn’t seem very hygenic to me.
Uh, no, I’ll do my cooking clothed, thankee very much. I cooked bacon once while in the nude; it was a very painful experience, and not one I care to repeat.
FCM is correct, I’ve cooked sketti sauce in the nude, it ain’t as fun as it sounds.
Winnie, Sweetie, I’ve said it before an I’ll say it again, raw fish is bait. I ain’t eatin it. I’ve seen some of the parasites that infect fish, and I’m not all that keen on eating them when they’re cooked, much less raw.
Also when it comes to Angel Pants and nudity, I don’t think hygene is at the forefront of Ex’s mind.
Sushi=yuck. Mr. Lissar loves sushi. He can have it.
I’m cooking a ham for Driving Husband and trying to clean my desk. We might go clubbing tonight. I should make dinner. I finished The Amber Spyglass a few minutes ago. Pretty good, but a little bit preachy.
Silly me, started to write a post, needed to go to my e-mail and, instead of opening a new tab, just went to e-mail and lost my post.
I am convinced there is a full moon today. Maybe two of them. Losing my post isn’t the only annoying thing I’ve made it through today. In fact, it was practically a good thing, compared to most of my workday.
:mad: <-- Excellent portrait of GT most of today.
THE SOLE BRIGHT SPOT: Desserts first! Decided on carrot cake after eliminating the four choices that included ice cream (we were on a terrace and it was kind of chilly). Had a small spinach and apple salad afterwards. Carrot cake is gigantic, so I only ate half. Yummmm.
So happy it’s the weekend! I get to have a plant-filled weekend (including, I hope, planting in my own garden), so my mood should improve. Also, I’ve ingested quite a bit of chocolate.
