Hence the King of TMI title… <shudder>
Laundry done - yay. Leftover pizza consumed for breakfast, washed down with a vitamin-packed Diet Coke. 
I can surf the Dope for another half hour before I need to shower and dress. I don’t have to worry about the sun getting in my eyes today - it’s overcast and dreary.
I should nap. Yeah, right.
Yes, yes he is. I am home from work. I went to Wally World, and was singing the Porky Pig version of Blue Christmas(“I’ll have a Bl-bl-bl-blue Christmas wi-wi-wi-without you…”) Can you tell I haven’t had a beerverage in 2 days? :eek: Bed, then to the Post Office to pick up the presents my parent sent me(mostly stuff for the critters).
Aw, geez, BibKitty, raining up your way? And that’s the direction I’ll be driving.
Looks like I’ll be in for a wet Christmas anyway - Ocala is supposed to be rained upon on Monday.
ho ho ho
Why, whatever do you mean? I am a sweet little angel. Butter won’t even melt in my mouth. Don’t stare directly at my halo. The brightness may blind you. 
Speaking of bears, Wiki has an entry about bear culture. This is your lesson for the day. There may or may not be a quiz. Have a blue book and a sharp number two pencil ready just in case.
Just barely sprinkling. I think it’s supposed to stop later.
It’s pizza day!!! YAY!!! We agreed upon having pizza and salad instead of a big ol’ traditional Christmasy type dinner. Everybody gets tired of ham, turkey, possum, whatever, so we thought… pizza! So I will be purchasing pizzas and salads for lunch today. I thought about just buying some of that bag salad but the pizza place I’m ordering from makes nummy antipasto salads, so we’re springin’ for the nummy salads and nummy pizzas. No adult beverages though, cause, well, we are at work after all. Oh and I have to go back to the swampcave and pick up that cooler I left sittin’ in the garage this morning. See, I should have put it in my vehicle last night, but noooooo… I decide to sit it in the garage last night because, I’d see it this mornin’ and remember to bring it with me. :rolleyes: DUH!
I’m afraid to click the link.
:Puts on mask, hugs rigs repeatedly, and then force-feeds her truffles:
Anyone else need a hug and some force-feeding?
I’m up, and have four batches of ham and black pepper bread rising. I have to do the laundry, sweep, vacuum, and mop, clean the kitchen, and work from 5-11. Why is Christmas so complicated?
Mr. Lissar and I finished season two of Buffy last night, and now I’m all emotionally conflicted about the ending. I still want to punch Dru repeatedly. She’s really, really annoying. Not nasty, not evil… just annoying.
I don’t need force feedings but I’ll take hugs just because.
I’ve never been able to follow Buffy. The whole cast makes me want to take a Louisville Slugger to them.
Howdy all, I’m tuning in one more time before my holiday starts to wish you all a Merrrrrrrry Whatever-you-celebrate!
I’ve got something like the entire state of Maine staying at my house over Christmas. Maybe not the entire state of Maine, but we’ll have and additional 12 people crammed into the house. Since my office will become a guest room for surly teenagers, it is inlikely I’ll make it on the 'puter next week.
I hope you all have a great holiday!
How much snow does there have to be for Denver not to be able to handle it? I shudder to think of it.
I think I am getting The Sick, and I blame all y’all.
Six of the 11 windows are in. They look good. The other five are in progress right now, and tomorrow we get the sliding glass door leading to the deck replaced with some kind of French door thingy. I’m a little fuzzy on the details, but the GF assures me it will be great.
Ha! I passed the Sick on! I am better, somewhat-I can now hear out of my right ear (which I had not realized was clogged, but now the world seems very loud).
I am still a bit under the weather, but no biggie. Off to watch MORE 6 Feet Under (I am obsessed). I need to make cookies today and do laundry. Saturday and Sunday will be busy around here.
Sean -sorry you’ve got the Sick now. Take zinc and fluids and rest etc.
Pssst…BooFae
So, how does a brewery stay in business if it makes a product that’s only available 3 months a year? I can barely finish a lager (I know, I’m lame)-I doubt I could an ale. And just what IS beetroot chocolate cake? The chocolate intrigues me, but beetroot? That must have another name over here–beets are root veggies (do you call them marrows?). So many questions…
::speedreading to catch up::
So - hugs, yays and aww’s as appropriate to all.
My sister lives near Denver. My mom wrote me yesterday asking me if we were ready for the snow.
Uh…gee mom, send this to the wrong child?
It’s SOO quiet here today!
My bet? It’s not their only product.
When I was in Monterrey (Mexico), I got to visit the local brewery, Cervecería Cuauhtémoc, which makes every Mexican beer you can think of except Corona.
If you ask a waiter in Monterrey for a Coronita, most likely he’ll get a sudden case of The Deaf and just stare patiently at you until you name a real beer. That is, one from Cuauhtémoc. If you ask for Corona a second time, they’ll kindly explain (in a tone just on the polite side of Sesame Street) that no such thing is available.
Anyway, why is there a Cerveza XX?
They made it for the beginning of the XX century, that is, January 1901. No, not January 1900, dangit! 1901. It was supposed to be a one-shot but it sold so well that it would have been a pity to discontinue it.
They make their Cerveza de Navidad only for sale in December, every year. Many of their brands were born as one-shots and kept because they’d sold very well.
Ferrero-Roche makes a big deal of not selling some of their products in the summer “because they’d melt and you wouldn’t be able to apreciate their goodness”, but they sell others.
Isn’t that a great show? Have you not watched it before, or are you re-watching it? I watched it all through its first run on HBO and loved it. I cried during the last 10 minutes or so of the final episode.
I feel The Sick coming on, and I blame all of you. I never get sick, so I am sucking on Cold-Ease lozenges like there’s no tomorrow. I have a weird tingle/pain in my throat and a slight cough, like a trip to the doctor, a swab down the throat and antibiotics may be in order.
If anyone wants to hug me and force-feed me truffles, I am willing. I need milk to go with my truffles.
Augh! The sick! It is everywhere! Everywhere! I am doomed, doomed I tell you!
I haven’t felt The Sick coming on yet but it seems to be spreading all over the damn place. As I mentioned, three of my cow-orkers have it. I’m praying my last couple of bouts and my copious consumption of vitamin C will help stave off the dread disease. It probably won’t, of course, considering I am a lightning rod for colds. BAH! I’m going to make me a hazmat suit made of HEPA filters.
Good morning everyone. Just a very rushed post to greet all of you and wish those that won’t be around the MMP in the next few days a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, Happy/Merry-Take-Your pick.
Also, Happy Solstice Day!
The boss has me flying on yet another project, so I need to get my crap together and crank that one out. I didn’t even have my coat off and he asked me to do it.
Agggh! I don’t mind being busy, but sheesh, please let me catch some of my other stuff up.
I’ll try to pop in later.
TTFN
Rosie - lager in the UK is a very nasty affair but usually it’s the pondscum that drinks it rather than floats in it. The only time I drink lager is in Europe where they know how to treat it properly - most of the bars in Belgium that we frequent serve Stella, Maes or Jupiler which taste pretty much the same and go down very well. Over here, the brewers feel the need to put extra fizz into it and it becomes an unbearably nasty drink.
Rigs - so many questions! Is that what happens when you get The Sick? I’m keeping the CD drive closed in case any of it gets over here. I just got over it and I really don’t want any more.
Right…here’s a few answers for you! The Enville Brewery actually brews fifteen different ales although they only produce Gothic and Slayed at certain times. Gothic’s usually available from October to December/January, and Slayed is a seasonal brew that appears at the beginning of December.
Beetroot chocolate cake really does have beets in it. I had some in my veg box this week but not enough to do anything serious like making soup with them, so I decided to put them in a chocolate cake. Like carrot cake, the beetroot adds sweetness to the mixture and helps keep the cake moist - this is a recipe I picked up from Australia:
75g cocoa powder or powdered drinking chocolate
180g plain flour
2tsp baking powder
250g caster sugar
250g cooked beetroot
3 large eggs
200ml corn oil
1tsp vanilla extract
Icing sugar for dusting
Heat the oven to 180C/Gas 4 and lightly butter a 20cm (8in) round or square cake tin. Sift the cocoa powder, flour and baking powder into a bowl. Mix in the sugar, and set these dry ingredients aside.
Purée the beetroot in a food processor. Add the eggs one at a time, then add the vanilla and oil, and whiz until it is smooth. Make a well in the centre of the dry ingredients, add the beetroot mixture and mix it all lightly. Pour into the prepared cake tin.
Bake for 50 to 60 minutes or until an inserted skewer comes out clean (cover with a loose sheet of foil if it starts to brown at about 30 minutes).
This cake will not rise a great deal, and the top will crack. After removing from the oven, leave it for 15 minutes before taking it out of the the pan. Cool on a wire rack and dust with icing sugar before serving.
It’s gloomy this morning and supposed to rain later. But we’re almost over the hump, and the days will be getting longer soon! I hate the week before the solstice, when it seems like it’s getting dark around 4. I would not do well north of the Arctic Circle. To have the sun not even come up ::shudder:: I don’t like snow, either. Snow is for looking at, over there on the mountains, where it’s pretty.
I felt a tiny earthquake last night. Ever since 1989, I’ve been able to tell about 5 - 10 seconds before one hits. Believe me, it’s not a pleasant feeling, because I know an earthquake’s coming, but not what size it will be. Is it the Big One? Did the Hayward Fault finally blow? Or is the San Andreas acting up again? Or will it be a little jolt that feels like the cat just jumped up on the bed? Or something in between that will make the house creak and sound like it’s thinking about falling down? The ones at work are even more fun, because the building rolls. It is extremely disturbing to see the building next door lean towards you and then back away. Of course, they’re even more exciting in San Francisco, which has actual skyscrapers, so the buildings roll even more.
Rolling buildings? :eek:
MMMMMM… that was some mighty fine pizza and salad. Oh and there’s munchies all up in the break room too. It’s pig day at work. Somebody brought in a pile of pepperoni rolls. I could eat a hundred of those. I’d also puke pepperoni all over everywhere, so I won’t eat a hundred of 'em. I brought in my world famous cheese straws. They’re almost gone. Makes me proud!
And how are we all feeling this evening? Have the various incarnations of The Sick gone away yet?
ScareyFaerie does that make PURPLE cake? I love beets but I always forget about the colour aspect and it’s most alarming to go to the bathroom and suddenly there’s purple everywhere. 
I should like to state that the smutty tone of the thread is nothing whatsoever to do with me. I was just quietly getting on with my job.
I forget who asked up-thread but I drive a tube train. Part underground, part overground and occasionally wombling free. I did manage to remember my cocks (all five of them although only four were supposed to be upright) and otherwise drove like a reasonably sane person would. My first train was a staff train to take other drivers to the depot so that they could collect their own trains. For part of the route it was in passenger service and at a certain station I was supposed to go and kick the passengers out and close up all the doors manually. I’d never done that and I was nervous anyway - not to mention even more nervous because there were all these professional drivers sitting on my train who knew I was on my test. They were really sweet and supportive though and leapt off to empty out the train before I could get there. I only had to close up two bits so it was pretty easy.
Other than that I drove very carefully and slowly and pretended to myself that there weren’t hundreds of horribly complicated things that could go wrong with the train or passengers. On the whole that technique worked and I figured I was driving pretty ok. I should just like my fellow Dopers to know that should they ever be in the middle of a test and the examiner suddenly sits down and starts eating a grapefruit then this is a sure indication that you have passed. I speak from relevant, though slightly puzzled experience.
Tomorrow is my first day of driving trains alone. Fortunatlely my very first ever train will not be carrying passengers so that’s one less thing to worry about. Although there’s always the worry of stopping at a station and accidentally opening the doors and then having to go chase everyone off again. Our very seniorist manager suggested that I be told to take a train out today because they are short of drivers. Everyone was shocked at the very nerve of him asking a traindriver to drive a train and our next-most-seniorist manager hid me off someplace until the seniorist one went for a meeting and forgot about me. Then I sneaked off home early.
**Vunderbob ** if you have yahoo and want to chat trains then feel free to contact me. After six months of constant training I’d say there’s about 3 more days before I forget the lot.