Noodles can have the same err… ummm… caustic effect as cabbage. Kimchi flavored noodles sounds like it’d be twice as deadly as regular noodles.
ACBG can’t eat tonight. He’s gonna be staying at my place since I gotta get him to the outpatient clinic tomorrow. I predict a grouchy evening. I may need that tranquilizer gun before the night is over. 
I’m trying to make this <snerk>worthy, but I can’t. 
Ooh, meant to add: I made sushi tonight, for the first time evah! It’s actually not bad, which surprises me. There’s no raw fish, though, because the only fish market in our town is apparently closed, and the sashimi-grade tuna I found at the natural foods store looked freezerburned.
So I was going to go with no fish at all, and I made one roll with various vegetables… but it turned out… like perfectly. And I thought “WTF? Why is this working?” So I thought of some BS way to make some with fish, and opened up some tuna, mixed Sriracha, soy sauce, and rice vinegar with it, and made some with that, tryign to replicate my desired spicy tuna roll. It’s… ok. Really. I’m almost sad, because it worked, because now I have to continue making it in the future. My family’s reactions:
Dad: “Nope, not trying it.”
Sister: “Nope, not trying it.”
Brother: <tries a piece tentatively, runs away gagging>
Mom: <tries a few bites> "Not bad… I probably won’t eat it at restaurants, but if it’s here, I’ll eat it. "
So it’s not a hit at the chaotichouse.
<snerk>
I’ve done the laundry and put up the red/black/gold sari my FIL bought me back in April. I’ve hung and draped it along the window and top edge of my room. I think it looks splendid, but Mr. Lissar will come home and tell me it’s crooked. And I’ll hit him with the hammer. I had to move a bunch of furniture to get it up!
I would have worn it if he brought me a salwar kameez or punjabi suit, but saris are too complicated. It’s pretty, though.
Someone is coming to take me grocery shopping in an hour or so. I have to figure out what to get. If they come early enough that we can go to the Middle Eastern supermarket I’m going to get tons of yogurt and herbs and pita, and make a bunch of dips so we can pull together sammiches and eat lots of pita. It’s too hot to cook. I’ve got to figure out what else to get. I had salad all yesterday.
You need to be careful putting stuff on burners. That’s how Chachi burned down Arnold’s y’know.
And why can I remember that but couldn’t tell you what street my sister lives on to save my life? I think somewhere about five years ago, my brain got full and so it went into garbage-in, garbage-out mode and is mistakenly jettisoning actual useful information.
Today I had cucumbers for lunch. Two of 'em. Well, more like one and a quarter because the second cucumber was sweet. You don’t ever want sweet cucumbers, trust me. The problem was, I had put all the cucumber sticks together in a bowl and I couldn’t tell which were evil and which were nummy, so I had to taste all of them a little bit. It’s not fun to be afraid of your lunch, it just ruins your dining pleasure straight out.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] sweet cucumbers are an abomination unto Og! Yea verily whosoever inventeth sweet cucumbers shall be smiteth. Thus saith the word of Og! Howsoever, Og saith, regular tasting cumbers are the yummieth of all things yummieth. Excepteth garden grown tomatoes. Og doth love His garden grown tomatoes! Og Smite greenhouse grown tomatoes!
chaoticdonkey you are mighty brave to attempt home made sushi. I love me some sushi but only at restaurants with gen-yoo-wine Janpanese type persons who know what they are doing with it. Even then, only if I can watch em make it. Sushi is teh yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy!!! And seaweed salad!
I’m gonna finish this beer and go to bed. The grump, AKA ACBG has taken his first meds and is asleep. Good thing or swampy OG wouldeth smitheth long before now. Ain’t nothin’ worse than a hungry, grumpy bear. GEEZ! Oh, well, Bless His Heart! He can’t help it. Still, thank OG for the meds that made him go to sleep!
I’m actually not too amazingly fond of cucumbers. They taste like… well, not something that’s amazing. I’ll eat them, though.
The sushi wasn’t too hard. The book I have told me to start with the little hand rolls, then advance to the little… nigiri-zushi? The hand-formed lumps of rice that you put fish on, and then try the big rolls. But I decided not to.
I agree wholeheartedly about the cucumbers. Actually, I agree on the tomatoes, too…I won’t eat regular tomatoes but home-grown, with salt…yum!
Who doesn’t like cucumbers? They’re the yummiest!
I have tzatziki ingredients. I’m trying to decide if I want to wash some dishes and then make tzatziki, or not. Maybe not. Tomorrow will be Kitchen Stuff Day. I’ll make hummus and maybe roasted pepper dip. I got a bottle of Bacon and Caramelized Onion creamy caesar type salad dressing at the store. I figure that anything with bacon, caesar dressing, and caramelized onions must be good.
Besides, Mr. Lissar hates onions, so if it’s good, I get all of it. The bottle says, 'Can also be used as a dip!". Yum.
It’s supposed to be a lot hotter tomorrow. I may rethink going to dance class and hide indoors all day.
Joining the party waaay late this week; but my excuse is I’ve been busy packing. My whole house. My whole 3-bedroom house. Will someone please just shoot me now?
I’ve burned myself on hot oven parts lots of times, too. Usually I hit the back of my hand on a rack taking something off the rack underneath it. That’s why I finally started wearing mitts; burns on your fingers hurt.
I did learn something important last week, though: When you put eggs on to boil so you can put hard boiled eggs on your spinach salad later on, it helps to not lie down and go to sleep for an hour. Because if you do, the sound of toasted eggshells cracking violently on the dry pan will wake you up rather alarmingly. :eek:
And now back to packing. Because I’ve got to get the hell out of Dodge (or, in this case, New Orleans) before Emily decides to come visit. Dennis left us alone, but it would be just my luck to have Emily come visit as a parting gift.
For everyone following it:
The Great Underwear Experiment
Type two, the jockstrap:
Mostly comfortable, except that ass straps seemed to be in the wrong place, and they make my butt look big.
The rains from Dennis finally showed up. What with one thing and another, we’re supposed to get rained on for the next solid week. But we need the rain, so it’s no big. But I have this puppy, see? And he has to “go out” ALL THE TIME! But really, it’s just rain, not sleet or something, so again, no big. I just put on my rain jacket and wellies and out we go.
(He’s not mature enough to trust on his own. And you have to be all supportive with a puppy and say “Good boy! Good pee!” so he knows peeing outside is a good thing. But you can’t be all mad when he piddles inside because this could scar him emotionally and he’ll need Doggy Therapy. So you always have to be happy and jolly with a puppy all the danged time. It’s exhausting, man.)
Anyway, since it’s raining on and off a lot I leave my rain jacket hanging on the back door so it’s “on hand” (actually it’s on my back and arms, but that’s not the saying- you just say “on hand”).
Brody was playing with his toys (You know what’s his favorite toy? Besides chewing on the cat? An empty 2 liter Coke bottle. He thinks it’s a hoot. Stupid puppy.) and the rain jacket falls down off the door onto Brody.
Holy freaking snot! I’m being attacked! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
He was greatly displeased. And he barked and barked at my rain jacket now in a pile on the floor. It wasn’t like the jacket was creeping across the kitchen to attack him or anything. But when you’re just a little puppy you can’t take any chances. So he kept barking at the rain jacket. Even after I kindly and gently told him to SHUT UP!.
I fanally had to go pick up my rain jacket and hang it back up. Then he stopped barking at it. And went back to chewing on the cat.
Oh, it’s not the jockstrap straps that are in the wrong place Donkey, it’s your ass. You have a non-standard ass. So you see, it’s not your foundationwear, it’s you. All you.
Well, on the downside, Antarctica only has 2 ATMs. And you can only get in and out of there two times a year. On the plus side, it’s mostly science and military types down there - probably the highest IQ per capita in the whole world. But there are only a couple of dozen people there at a time. So I guess Blair Brown was right in Continental Divide when she told John Belushi “Life’s full of these little trade-offs.”
Tuppy, your Thought Of The Day has become my new Philosphy of Life. It’s much better than my old one, although it’s not as short (“I hate people.”)
Just how much ham did you add to cover an entire nation?
Well, if it’s anything like Phillipina, I can tell you to definitely get some.
ems have a nice trip! Bring us back something Britishy (I love it when people go to other places and bring back prezzies.) If you’re looking for something specific for me, my GF’s daughter collects sugar packets. She picks up one from every place that has ones that are different from the ones she already has. Why? Don’t know, she just does.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] I know what you mean by GIGO for brain facts. My boss told me something trivial a couple of weeks ago, and I lost the ZIP code for Hell, MI. And that is a useful bit of trivia to have when someone says they’re not going to do something until Hell freezes over. 'Cause then you can just pull up the weather report for the place pretty much any day in the winter and say, “Okay, now you have to do it.”
See, I always pictured your memory like this looooooooooong, looooooooong bookshelf that you keep putting memories (books) on throughout your life. Eventually you fill up the shelf…so when you put new memories (books) on it, a coupla three fall offen the other end. What was that??? Oh, dagnabit!! There go some more books! 
“Willy” (that’s the name I call my jeep) is much better now. No more wonkiness and the tire rotation and front end alignment means he’s walkin without a limp as well. (Which is good since he’ll be walkin over to the beach come Sunday.) Also the universal-doobiator-anti-wonkiness switch was covered under my warranty! Whoot!!
I wear mits when I use my oven but have still managed to burn my forearms more times than I care to own up to.
ems, when come back, bring (butter) pie.
sean, glad you like the thought. It is a tad more PC than your prior one. 
Everybody, pray for sun this afternoon. The shuttle is scheduled to go up at 3:50 and I’d like to see it from the parkin lot. It’s been two years and I’d hate to miss it cause some durn clouds get in the way.
Am hiding inside from heat, but may have to go out and pick up a couple of things at the store. I haven’t properly woken up yet.
My cats thoughtfully snuggled me a lot yesterday. They know that when it’s hot, what I really want is love and attention and heat. Case in point- Bailey has just (while I was typing this) jumped up and is sitting on the mousepad, preparing to sit on my lap. What a good cat. Shove off.
Today is cooking and cleaning day. I may head out to the library and grocery store soon, and get some books and a couple of things I forgot yesterday. We do have a grocery store near us, but it’s magically full of stuff you don’t need, that’s too expensive. It’s amazing. In spite of that, I’m hoping they have cling wrap and lettuce. We’ll see.
Hey, I have that store, too! Why are those always much closer than the regular food at affordable prices stores?
For one reason or another, we have a bathroom floor mat on top of our dryer (I think that it got washed and someone was too lazy to put it in the closet). Our cats luurrve that mat when the dryer’s runnin’.
Rue: My ass is quite standard. It isn’t very spectacular. Therefore, I blame it on the jockstrap.
I’ve always thought of my memory as a big library. And the librarian is senile.
It’s all in there. I just can’t find it.
I’m relatively certain that my memory operates on Windows.
There are specific brain cells I’ve “misplaced” over the years … probably due to my close, personal, and lasting friendship with Mary Jane. One of these brain cells is the one that held the specific knowledge of where my friend put her mother’s video store membership card in July, 1996. She said “Remember I put this here.” I said “Okay.” And then that brain cell lost the war on drugs.