The MMP has been threadspotted before, but that was a particularly funny thread, IIRC.
I wonder why this one was nominated? Not that this isn’t a perfectly good thread an’ all, but it ain’t one of our best efforts.
The Cat Doesn’t Meow Now?
Be gentle with me, it’s 40 years since French class.
Being the polycultural kind of person that I am, I invented Mexican Lasagna tonight. Recipe:
Mexican Lasagna includes appropriately spiced chicken (I wanted to use beef, but Closeted Brother wanted chicken), Mexican cheese from the Mexican cooler, tortillas, tomatoes/onions/peppers, and corn and black beans. I also made some homemade salsa a la Louis. The ratings, from best to worst were:
Dad: This is very good.
Mom: I like this
Me: It’s good, but could have used more spiciness.
Sister: It’s pretty good (discovered black beans for the first time and <3’d them)
Brother: Turned up his nose like a cat and walked away, without trying it
Growl!!!
That’s less scary of a show title than BJ and the Bear*…
You’d think by now that I’d know how to code.
Okay now look. First of all, I was having trouble keeping up in the conversation. Second of all yeah, I was being polite. I eyed those last few slices of meatloaf with raw lust but thought to myself, " Self? ( I said ) If Mr. FCM realizes you are eyeing his midnight snack, for there are few gifts as important to a man than his cold meatloaf sammich at oh, say, 10:00 pm or so, he might well stuff you into that really very cool wood chipper he was showing off with such manly pride and sell your MiniVan on the Internet and call it an evening. So, best not take those slices. thought you want to cause they are just damned fine, especially with that gravy."
That’s what I thought to myself. So I resisted. I did take seconds of your taters, and again good manners prevailed. Left to my own devices I could well have piled enough onto my plate that they would have oozed onto the table and I could have made my own Maryland interpretation of the Devil’s Tower in Wyoming just like Richard Dreyfuss did in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. ( yeah, I know- it’s the mud shot. I couldn’t find the mashed taters shot. So sue me. 
) But no.
Gotta admit, I turned you guys on to a new local dessert so hey.
Drove to Philly last night, saw my mentor this morning to show him a new invention. I’m that kind of a guy. Inventy and stuff. Then drove back. Lawdy. Hot. Humid. I had to take a chainsaw to cut the thick air just to reach my van at a rest stop. No. Seriously. Awful beastly. SOOOOO glad I didn’t have to work outside today.
Swampy’s chandelier is sitting here on my desk, handsomely clad in Hefty Black. Was it Bill Blass or Eve who said that black goes with everything? No matter. It looks fabulous.
There there, dear. If it wasn’t Fnrech, it wouldn’t be compulsory now would it? 
I haven’t had Creme-with-accent-eggue Brulee-with-another-freakin’-accent-mark in a very long time.
Just think. If it was a French-Canadian dish, it’d be called Creme Brool, eh?
:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Thank you, thank you. I’ll be here till Sunday. Try the sauteed liver and onions. It’s to die for.
Yeah, you’d think…
My copy has, of course, been lent out, so I can’t help you at the moment. But given the way my life goes, I would not be surprised to find “Death by Slapstick” is what finally does me in.
Credo ipsem Elvum etiem vivire. I believe Elvis still lives. And I didn’t even take Latin. I took four years of Spanish, and all I remember is Mi tocodisco esta descompuesto–My record player is broken.
It amazes me that after all the movies that show androids trying to wipe all humans from the Earth, people are still trying to make them. 
It’s actually an accent grav on the first word.
It was the gnomes… Although, I think we’ve stopped talking about them. There’s no one mentioned as the nominator, so maybe they nominated themselves? (Hey! It could happen.)
Wow ::looks around:: we’ve made Threadspotting? Woulda been nice to be warned so’s we coulda spiffed the place up a bit. Cartooniverse, could we borrow the chandelier back for a bit so that we can have some more flattering lighting? Also, we should probably disinfect a bit as Mr. Lissar has the flu and it might be contagious.
The gnome and garden thing reminded me that I hadn’t reported on the most important aspect of my weekend. I was in Rue’s neighborhood! Well, maybe not his exact neighborhood cuz I don’t know where that is, but reasonably close. A bunch of us went to visit someone in lovely Centerville, then went to Grandma’s Garden in Waynesville, and then went to lunch also in Waynesville. However - and this was almost the highlight - we got lost on the way to lunch and wound up in (not all that) lovely Harveysburg. The exciting part of this was that our travels took us right past Caesar Creek State Park, world- (or at least SDMB-)famous home of TornaDope and TornaDope 2.
Also, while at Grandma’s Garden, I admired a plant that is called Ruellia. Pretty red flowers. Almost bought it, but then I thought of all the orphan plants I already own. I was thinking Ruellia would be a good girl’s name in case Soupo and Katcha ever had a little sister. Then I went to look for a picture and found that there’s a variety of Ruellia that is known as “hairy petunia” and a variety whose name is ruellia nudiflora. This caused me to break out in <snerk>s, so I decided it might not be an appropriate baby name after all.
Grandma’s Garden also had a wide assortment of high-end (read: pricy) concretia. No discernible gnomes, however.
And Caesar’s Creek is not a creek. It’s a lake. How is that logical?
Puggy, I hadn’t thought about the possibility of caffeine accumulation. I think that’s a sound theory.
And CD, Mexican lasagna is also known as chilaquiles. Did you use corn tortillas? You have to. There’s a rule.
GT
Whoo, my right arm is tired. There’s been a whole lot of repetitive up-and-down motion with it today, but I have to say that I’m satisfied with it. The pain was worth it.
What? I rediscovered Defend Your Castle today. I played it for a while a couple of years back. I’m on level 36 now, and I’m to the point where I don’t really have to do anything because of the archers. It’s addicting and you should all play it. But not on a trackpad. I had to go dig out my mouse earlier.
On a rather delirious drive home from Louisville last year, I passed that Caesar Creek sign and was so amused that I took a picture of it–the caption to which says Et tu, Pacey? It’s a lame joke, but it still makes me giggle every time. I actually have an entire online album of amusing signs I took pictures of on that trip … I’ll have to find the damn address for it, though.
Eeeh, I used corn tortillas, but they were the white corn ones, to disguise them from my family, who don’t like corn tortillas. And you know what, it worked on the two people who don’t like corn tortillas! (I don’t either, but I sprang for the tortillas authenticos. I enjoy that our Wal-Mart is half* Mexican food anyways sometimes.)
*exaggeration
Well, my power went out around 6 tonight. How am I posting? It’s called magic! Naw, actually I came in to work to check if the machines I work with went down. Happily, they did not. So, I ate my dinner at my computer, as I do my lunch every day. It’s just like the regular day right now - just slightly more empty around here. I’ll probably go home in a little while - goodness knows when I’ll get power back, though.
Susan
I’m home, finally. Mr. Taters has gone to return two movies that we rented and tonight we’re going to watch White Noise. I think tonight is a leftover night. I don’t have the energy to whip up anything, and besides, the fridge needs to be emptied.
Goodness gracious, it’s warm in here. I think I’m going to go to a cooler part of the house now.
Noooooooo! We can’t be on Threadspotting. Only you guys were supposed to know about Larry, Moe, and Curly!
Hey Swampy, can I come to your party and use my new torch on your crème brûlée? I’m sure I’d get the hang of before your house burned down. Much. Not such a big fan of crème brûlée, but I have to say it’s the best of the booger-based dessert category. Mainly for it’s potential to end in fiery death, but it tastes pretty decent too. But flan is just pure goat snot, y’know.
I am totally caffeine free, really! You would know that if you knew me. It’s sudafed makes me babble, or oreos for breakfast.
Poor Mr. Lissar, that horizontal stage of being sick is the worst. Lissla, are you taking vitamin c and all that so you don’t catch it? Remember that zinc up your nose is bad for you. I remember virtually nothing from french class. I can get a vague idea of what’s written on the box, which can lead to unpleasantness on the occasions I’m more off than usual. Like I would totally have waltzed right into that chinese restaurant.
No picking on San Diego! It’s a great place if you don’t have to live there. Oh sure, there’s tons of stuff to do, what with the plan to turn San Diego into a miniature Africa (what? You think it’s a coincidence they grow all those plants and the biggest zoo on the planet is located right there?), and the weather’s great. But I would only be able to afford a cardboard box to live in, the ten minutes a day I wasn’t stuck in traffic. Scout is very brave to live there and we should admire her keen survival skills. She looks dandy in a pith helmet, too. Which reminds me, I think I know the mall with the Trader Joe’s and CostPlus both. If it’s the right one, I always get lost going there because it’s not convinient to the freeway. How dare they! I should hire a guide to lead the expedition.
Spoilers winnie, spoilers! I’ll fix you-- Rosebud is his sleigh. Come the revolution, no brickle for you! Well, okay, you can have a couple of pieces, since I don’t read mysteries much and you didn’t actually spoil anything for me.
My cats are very noisy lickers, I’ve recently noticed. It sounds like somebody’s smacking a wet piece of leather (a leather thong perhaps?) against the wall whenever they bathe themselves. They also slurp when they drink water from the faucet. Maybe my cats have defective tongues.
Purple artichokes are good, it turns out. A little sweeter than the green ones. And when you dip the leaves in the mayo, they turn it purpley. Home-made mayo is good, but an entirely different creature from store bought. I want hot meatloaf sammiches now, though. Cold meatloaf sammiches leave me cold, I’m afraid Cartooniverse. Do you also eat cold pizza?
I happen to like cold meatloaf sanniches, with cheddar cheese, please. Tillamook Medium Cheddar, please.
Cold pizza is okay, but my favorite pizza to eat cold is canadian bacon, pineapple, and green pepper, with fresh tomato slices, not cooked tomato slices.
Hmm, hubby still hasn’t returned from the video store. I’m wondering if he’s picking out another movie, or perhaps he’s picking up some din-din from Herfy’s. Nah, he’s probably not picking up dinner…just wishful thinking, I guess.
scout, I hope you’re prepared for walking up and down a bunch of steep hills. Seattle is very hilly. But, you’re in excellent physical condition (you’re a runner, right?), so it probably won’t be any big deal to you.
Cream Drool, or even flan, is well, okay. Goat snot is about the consistency of flan, I must agree there. Mr. Taters like creme brulee (I’m not gonna do the accent thingie). We always share one if there isn’t key lime or lemon cream pie at one of our favorite restaurants.
It has been windy and thundery and rainy - which means the cold front is passing through the area! Ah, blessed relief!! With promises of a loverly weekend. We shall be sailing. Too bad none of youse MMPers live close enough to me to join us. If you truly loved me, you’d move, you know.
Be carefule of what you wish for, Mom. If the Grand Rapids thing doesn’t work out, I’ll probably get transferrred to Goddard.
I don’t have a garden gnome but I do have a gnome chess set. My mother made it for me during her ceramic phase. She wasn’t actually ceramic herself, she was just into making ceramics.
I went to the dentist today for some torture. I have a very small mouth, they have a hard time getting that piece that holds the x-rays into my mouth. It ends up sticking at an odd angle jabbing my upper palate and lower jaw and tongue. Then they ask me to bite down. Yeah, right, how about you throw some glass shards and sandspurs in there to make it even more enjoyable? They finally got a picture taken and then I thought they weren’t going to be able to get it out of my mouth. What the heck do they do for children? They must have some less painful option. So anyway, I have to see an oral surgeon because the regular dentist doesn’t want to even attempt to do an extraction of a healthy molar in my tiny mouth.
Why am I getting it extracted if it’s healthy, you ask? Well, it’s healthy but it’s also turned in so much that it rubs against my tongue. Braces are not really an option at this point so it’s remove the tooth and deal with the whole, implant/bridge/partials debate later.
Oh, and since an MMP thread isn’t complete without some poopy/pukey talk:
Earlier today we had a staff meeting and an employee who is on maternity leave brought by her new baby (he’s 3 weeks old). One of the other staff was holding him and handed him off to me where the kid promptly scrunched up his face and went FFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!
I bet some of the staff would have loved to be the ones to do that to the boss but at least it was all retained in the diaper, except for a little of the smell which isn’t quite as foul as kitten farts.
