Y’all are all nuts! Everybody knows that the end of HP7 is
when you read the last sentence and close the book.
Ok, gonna go get ready for work now and feed da bear.
Later Y’all!
Mmm. Lunch today is butter chicken with some real ghee-based naan for a change, rather than that renamed pita stuff I normally find at the supermarket. It’s delicious. My only complaint is that it totally blows the living bajeebers out of my diet for the day:
Butter chicken w/ basmati: 490 Calories
2 pcs. naan: 760(!) Calories
Lunch: 1250(!!) Calories.
But I just couldn’t resist the idea when I saw the package of real naan there, so I’ve allowed myself this one day to lock my diet in a trunk. I’ll try and make up for it with a light dinner and very little snackage. (A bit of fruit is all.)
It does make me realize why so many older Indian folk I see are overweight though. The food is so fattening … but it’s so damn good.
Since the third book, right? (I’m only starting the sixth one. It’ll be a few days before I get to Harry Potter and the Truckloads of Cash.
That’s not what you said before. Are you changing the rules on me? 
Is it a secret or are you just trying to get our e-mail addresses so you can send us ‘enlarge your penis’ spam? I’m on to you, bud. 
doggio, don’t bark at strangers! You’ll get in trouble.
This is a true story. Truth is always stranger than fiction (unless there’s other planets involved). I had a neighbor that got arrested for barking. . . at a dog. Well, I don’t know if that’s what he got arrested for, but that’s what he was doing. It was a really weird story. Here’s the short version. The neighbor’s dog would bark all day and he worked at night, so he couldn’t sleep. So he’d get up during the day and bark at the dog and make obscene gestures at it. So one day, the neighbors that owned the dog called the police on him and he got arrested. He couldn’t actually report those neighbors (well, he could have but it likely wouldn’t have done any good) because they lived right on the border of a subdivision but their dog could still be heard where he was. Moral of the story: Don’t bark at strangers’ [dogs].
Yeah, yeah. You tried to sell us that story before. I’m not buying it. Start-up software companies don’t try to get other people’s e-mail addresses.
OK, hold on, let me check. :::whistling::: Nope, nutthin’.
Make that wma compatible (without a translation), Audible-ready, bookmarkable and with gigs approaching 100 and we have lift-off.
I was kinda going for what HP stood for, but maybe that’s a ridiculous question. Maybe it doesn’t stand for anything like A1 doesn’t stand for anything.
But that dinner sounds fabulous. Even a vegan can appreciate the sound of that dinner.
swampy, how do you like your job so far? We’ve heard a lot about it, but not so much about how you’re liking it. I miss your frequent comments now that you’re working. I hope you’re having a fun time at your job.
Ok all, I’m off to start my day. Have a great one!
I don’t like naan. Wouldja believe it? But butter chicken…mmmm.
Would someone else like to scrub the floor under the freezer for me?
:crickets:
Hmph.
Actually, HP stands for Houses of Parliament. If you look at the label on the bottle, you will see there’s a picture of Britain’s Houses of Parliament (Westminster). Funny that you asked, 'cause I only found that out a couple of weeks ago from an English friend of mine!
Will you talk dirty to me when you do it?
Hopefully swampy won’t pull a disappearing act like the MMP’s founder did because of work schedules.
Mandy The Martian update: She washed all the blonde right out of her hair. Guess even she couldn’t get a job as a gaijin hooker for the Japaneese businessmen (wow, I can’t spell that word.) Now she’s finding prescription drug deals online for her mom. The poor woman doesn’t stand a chance.
Heff&Roo - WMA? Naah. AAC works just as well if you’re looking for high compression with good sound quality. I generally stick with MP3 though. I can’t be bothered converting, as I originally ripped all my music using MP3, and all the music I download from eMusic is MP3, so I don’t see much benefit in converting. It’s not like I’m going to fill up 60 gigs anytime soon. I’ve already only filled about 35 gigs, and that covers pretty much every CD in my personal collection plus everything I’ve ever bought online through eMusic and ITMS. And most of that stuff is encoded at a pretty high rate (192Kbps, except for eMusic stuff which is usually 192Kbps VBR) I have no idea what Audible is. Bookmarks though – I’m not sure what you’d use them for. To pick up where you left off listening? How does that differ from navigating through Music->Artist->[Artist Name]->[Album Name] and starting off at the last song you left off at? Or is a bookmark more for audio books and being able to bookmark a point in the audio file that you left off at? Cos I can see where that would be handy.
As for HP Sauce - yeah, Dots got it right. Houses of Parliament. Here’s Wiki’s take on its history. Not terribly exciting unless you’re a Brit who douses everything in it. 
Mika - You don’t like naan? I mean, it’s not really anything to get excited over – it’s just flatbread – but it definitely accompanies butter chicken very nicely. And curried spinach. And curried peas. And paneer. I guess it’s kinda like the Indian equivalent of bread with pasta, come to think of it. Do you just eat without any doughy sides?
Me love naan!
Argh, future roommate Cloud Maiden is not answering her phone, and the rental agency is hounding me for the other half of the deposit. If we lose that apartment, I am going to strangle her with my hair.
I like roti, pronti, and puri. Anything but naan. I don’t see the point of naan. It’s big fluffy crispy and fills you up faster than the food does. It’s not tasty. It’s just…bread.
Roti is much lighter and pronti is stuffed and really meant to be eaten alone or with hot pickle. And puri is deep-fried and should only be eten occasionally.
I don’t really have a fondness for bread in general. Bread to me is just the thing that holds a sammich together. And naan in particular - well, it doesn’t taste like anything, even the best of it. I don’t even know if it’s Indian, although it is made in a tandoori oven.
In other news, I finally got the HP book and read 100 pages at lunchtime.
You don’t like naan? What?
You see? That’s the point of naan. It’s fluffy and crispy and buttery and delicious. I love naan. Of course, I love bread in general.
Today all I have eaten is three slices of very nice bread with butter. I had two cups of tea, but I threw them up. I think maybe I’m just going to be sick all through, since I’m at sixteen weeks and still puking and need anti-nausea meds.
I just don’t like big fluffy crispy bread. Any kind, not just naan. I have never really devoted much time to my tastes or lack thereof in bread, but to be honest, most Indian people I know don’t really eat much naan. My mom eats it, but my mom eats prune extract so she doesn’t count. None of my family in India eats it, and I wasn’t raised to be very familiar with it.
I’m Famous!!!
Long-ish backstory, greatly shortened:
In my previous job there was The Evil One. She was a driver, and she was flat-out insane. Paranoid, liar, harpy, moralist to the world, better than you or I.
After many run-ins, she finally crossed a line and I was able to fire her. You’ll understand the level that this went to, if you know that I worked for the 2nd largest bus company in the country at the time, and the corporate counsel, the HR head and myself all spoke about her on almost a daily basis.
Cuz we KNEW when we fired her, we’s see a lawsuit, so all our little quacky friends were all lined up first.
FIRST, she had to file the EEOC/Human Rights complaint. Summarily dismissed.
Then came the federal lawsuit. An idea how weak her case was is that she acted as her own attorney, because not a single lawyer in the area would touch it.
After about 18 months, the 7th Circuit also summarily dismissed the case, and in their decision took the time to “get on it’s soapbox…” (actual quote from the decision) and (A) rip her for even wasting the court’s time, and (B) in general, lash out at worker’s complaints about the workplace. It was a thing of beauty.
And felt good too, because 95% of her complaint was lies about me and my morally reprehensible conduct. I, folks am Satan personified. I talk about naked teens, discuss animal sex (only with y’all here, do I mention Cuervo’s sex life, and besides, this was before Pre-Cuervo), I knocked up a female driver who promptly got divroced, lost the baby and was last seen stripping in a nearby bar…you name it, I did it.
ANYWAY - there’s this flyer I get regularly, written by a lawyer, and it specializes in legal issues about school buses and the like.
GUESS what’s the FRONT PAGE HEADLINE this month?
Moi.
In all it’s glory, quoting heavily from the court’s decision and everything.
I’ll be over here, in this kiosk, signing copies.
MBG, I totally forgot to tell you - you came up as a topic of conversation at this past Dopefest! Millit the Frail says she knows you through hearsay - she knows one of your drivers, or something? And we also talked about Haze - says she has given her lots of Chicago advice. Millit is a Chi-town native.
We found other comon roots, too - some of them were Michiganders. So was I.
Hello everyone. I’m home today with, well it’s TMI, so I won’t go into it.
Sean, belated condolences to your fiancee and her family.
I’ve basically skimmed through the MMP just to get here, so hugs, congrats, smiles, etc to everyone.
I was channel surfing the boob tube last night when I happened to hear this interesting little tidbit on Oprah. Ready? This will reaaaaaallllllly interest the guys, so pay attention: Ready? Are you suuuuure? Here goes:
**A man may gain an INCH in penis size for every thirty five pounds that he loses. **
Of course the doc who made this statement quickly added that this would eventually slow down.
We received the results from my daughter’s AP exams. She scored “4” on both of them. I’m very proud of her.
I may be traveling to San Antonio, TX some time in the next few months. I am probably going to attend a Business Planning conference. I’m not sure when, though.
I think I’m going to try and lie down for awhile.
Women get to change their minds… men get to change the rules!
Now why would you be interested in enlarging your penis? 
That stuff’s for me. Make it all the better when you get all on to me
Are you CIO or CTO for a large Phone or Cable provider? If so, we do too want your e-mail address! If not – well, you wouldn’t mind becoming one, would you? So we want your e-mail address for the day that happens.
Yes.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
Li-li – I think you need a car. Tell the 'rents that you’ll be buying your own. And that it will be a tiny, 15-year old beater that every large American car will blow off the highway, 'cos you can’t afford a nice new, strong car like theirs…
**Mika **-- I like naan, too. So I’m afraid you’re outnumbered 
How is that outnumbered? All that means is more for you guys.
Wait, there is naan here? ::opens CD drive:: So why hasn’t anydoby sent me any? 