Well, I didn’t…so I looked them up. Erm, you get a speeding ticket or sumpin?
rue, sumpin finally popping out of you? Or not.
bobbio, Woo Hoo! What? Did you finagle access as part of your hiring bonus?
It is cold today again. And it’s going to get colder. We will have near freezing temps tonight and tomorrow night. I HATE when that happens.
Buuuuutttt…it’s FRIDAY!!! Yay! And the liberry says they gots the new Robert Jordan book I was on the list for so this weekend will prolly be make chili and snuggle up with a good book weekend. ::sigh::
Nope–they are vocab words for the “analogies” part of the GRE. Yippee. Drae (every time I type that I want to type draedle)–it’ll come together. Boo, hiss on the Amsterdam thingy without you! Maybe they’ll catch crabs from one of the hookers…
Sounds like good eating upthread–I wish to be fed (not have to cook or pay for it–just someone come along and give me a Geno’s East sausage pizza). <sigh>
You know, despite the fact that they’re all women, that unfortunate occurence is not out of the question. I told them that they’d better get me a Museum of Sex t-shirt, though. But if they don’t, I’ll be going there myself this summer–at least that’s the plan at the moment. Dublin, Edinburgh, London, and Amsterdam–though we’re not sure about the order yet. My friend is concerned that if we go to Dublin first I won’t ever want to leave (me, a thing for Irish guys? Naaaaah), and we both know that if we go to Amsterdam first I’ll be utterly useless for the rest of the trip … maybe I should worry about moving and then worry about Europe.
Keeee-oooool!! But tell me there’s very little braid tugging. You know, I’ve been reading this series for damn near a decade! He needs to get on with it cause he aint getting any younger and I will be royally POd if the bastard dies before he writes the end. ::: pant! pant!:::
Say, maybe you could hire an older teenager to set at the new place to wait on the cable guy.
I just thought of another recipe I might make for the weekend. I heard it on the radio this morning. It’s baked beans with turkey smoked sausage medalions. You bakes em for a bit and then you cover with a light sprinkling of cheese and breadcrumbs and bake a tad longer. That could be really Jake with some crusty bread. Mmmmmmmmm.
beer and cockies? snerk I’m not entirely sure if that’s a typo or not.
All this talk of weddings. My step-daughter got married in September. A very nice casual wedding at a park. She looked totally beautiful! Her dress was a strapless corsette top with a nice full satin skirt, she’s a plus-size girl, and man was she curvey and stunning. I was so proud.
But now her dad tells me she called in tears yesterday because her new hubby is being a jerk. He’s been hiding money from her, and gets insulting when she tries to talk about budgeting. The he told her he wants to quit his job and play poker for a living! Yeah riiiggght.
On the bright side, I now feel justified in becoming the mother-inlaw from hell! I’m not even sure where to begin! I’d be grateful for any pointers you may have.
There’s very little braid-tugging, because there’s very little Nynaeve–but she featured prominently in one of the four or five scenes that made me cry–almost always in the good way, though. And Jordan has promised that there will be only one more book–though he’s also said that you may need a wheelbarrow to get it out of the bookstore.
A few of the plotlines that get a lot of movement:
Mat and Tuon’s relationship
Faile’s rescue (and it’s about damned time)
Elayne and the Lion Throne Moiraine–Chapter 10 is pure gold for the Moiraine lovers. She’s not back, but it’s good to see somebody’s finally thinking about her!
I thought about asking my future roommate’s little brother to sit in the house, but he’ll of course be at school. It has also occurred to me that the cable guy might need there to be a TV in the house … which could be a problem. I’m butch, but I can’t carry either of the TVs I own because they’re both bigger than I am.
I’m all showered, the laundry is sorted, more of my unpacked stuff (health and beauty aid type stuff) is put away, and the first load is in the washer. (You wanted an update, right?) I guess I should drag the suitcase and duffel bag down to the basement.
indy (the motto here is “everyone gets a nickname”, in case you haven’t noticed). “Beer and cockies” started out as a typo (Bobbio’s, I think) and has become a tradition.
rigs - you need to give yourself a stern talking-to and convince yourself that you will do well on the GRE. I know I felt awful when I took it about a million years ago (in 1982 or so), but they managed to let me into grad school anyway. And no, I didn’t know those words either.
Drae - your trip to Europe sounds like fun. I’m hoping to get to some of those places in my lifetime yet… Far-away best friend and I have talked about going to France the next time I come visit since her kids are getting big enough to be left home alone.
As a public service, I offer my recipe for Texas Caviar.
Texas Caviar
1 (15 oz) can blackeye peas, rinsed and drained
1 can black beans, well rinsed and drained
1 (15-1/2 oz) can white hominy, drained
2 tomatoes, seeded and chopped
4 green onions, thinly sliced
2 garlic cloves, minced (I use at least 4)
1 medium-size onion, chopped
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro
1 (8-oz) jar hot picante sauce (I use salsa)
2 tablespoons lime juice (optional)
Combine first 9 ingredients, and, if desired, lime juice.
Cover and chill at least 2 hours. Serve with tortilla chips, or wrap in flour tortillas.
Actually, I’m more impressed that you spelled “sophisticated” correctly. Anyone with enough Francs can get into the airport in Paris.
–Pounds fist on table in outrage, face flushed red, etc. – I say to my assembled Doper colleagues will we permit this? It is one thing to be a cannibal who has developed a taste for the flesh of the young. It is quite another thing entirely to out one’s self on the Internet for said tastes and yet expect to be accepted as a leader.
This is an abomination !!!
Uh.
Sure. Go for it. Thanks for offering to start it on Monday morning.
Took me a couple of reads to understand what the &%*$# you were talking about. Let me re-phrase: There were two babies among the family members who joined us at our Christmas dinner.
Yeah, it’s kinda like how eating turkey makes you sleepy.
gt we musta been in some kinda simulpost zone with the offers for doin’ the next MMP. Go for it. I’m sure a MMP partially written in the Paris airport is a must read. I can’t wait myself.
Thanks… The - ahem - *additional communication opportunities *triggered by the “babies for Christmas dinner” make me wonder whether it was wise to volunteer. (I keed…)
Having babies for Christmas dinner does seem oddly appropriate don’t ya think?
Who wants to join me for a hour and a half long conference call beginning at two pm eastern time this afternoon? There’s plenty of room for everyone so no need to shove to be first in line.
Today is another Major Housecleaning Day. This is exciting. I think I may take myself downtown later as a reward for doing housework.
I just dyed the front of my hair purple with some sort of no ammonia mousse dye and I can’t see the colour at all. Maybe my hair is too dark. I was hoping for highlights.
Yesterday I added to our collection of Stuffed Animal Children. We have a new adorable bunny named Justinian (after the Emperor). This makes some number or other. Let’s see: Elijah(red panda), Augusta(hippo), Robert(bear), Sophie(hippo), Zachary(dog), Rachel(cat), Jeremiah(bear), Simeon(dog), Peregrin(cat), Elizabeth(bear), Hrothgar… I’m missing a couple. The one named Hrothgar is a tiny soft cute bunny. Stuffed animals make wonderful children. They’re always quiet and polite.
Okay, the cable appointment is moved, but I will have to buy a small television because they need there to be one in the house when they set everything up. Which I guess means we get a tiny TV in the library!
Today’s word is Amsterdam. Amsterdam! As in, the capital city of the Netherlands. A couple of days ago I recieved an email about a master’s program in theoretical physics at the University of Amsterdam. They have some researchers working on some very interesting stuff 'cross the pond, like topological aspects of quantum field theories (which could eventually lead to quantum gravity), and lots of other cool stuff. I submitted some preliminary qualifications, and now I’m waiting for them to send me the full application so I can apply in earnest. I’m very excited - just think what 2 years in Amsterdam would do for me! My entire outlook on life would change, for starters. I’d get to visit, oh I don’t know, Europe. France, Italy, Germany, England, Greece … Hoo-wee. Best not get too excited.
I decided that if I go there, I’m going to show up on my first day wearing a t shirt that says, “I didn’t vote for Bush and I’m sorry he won,” just to set the record straight before they direct any anti-American sentiment at me.
I’m off to eat babies and take a nap, but I’d just like to note that the Simulpost Zone sounds like a great name for a Doper TV show.
Ya know, that intimidates some people but it just makes me drool. I luuuurrrrvvves big fat books.
Damn! Ya know, all of the managers of my department are out at a leadership pow wow this morning but guess when they are due back. Otherwise I’d be in like flint.
Or not. 
