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Big Buy-In to an ordinary thing: this week I made my own version of a Cashew Chicken with Pineapple. Searching and analyzing a dozen online recipes, chopping and chopping and chopping, cooking the rice, cooking the chicken, cooking the veg, toasting the cashews, making the sauce--I am satisfied with the result but omg, what a lot of work. I still have about 5 meals of this to eat and I am not unhappy but both the cooking and the eating seems arduous. The take-home point: you can make rice in the oven. Lately I am all about letting the oven do the work. I am comfortable chopping at my desk while watching youtube videos. Let the oven cook things. I can't be bothered to tend a pan much and if the success of the dish relies upon me tending a pan on the stove...it will go bad. Veggie steamer bags FTW! ***I finally bought a proper ceramic baking vessel and it has been amazing! No more braising in a cake pan for me!

Some here know me as an inferior cook. Lately I have been limiting sugar, oil, and wheat in my diet. Tonight I am drinking and threw caution to the wind. I made what can best be described as...scrambled pancakes. I started with something that resembled a pancake batter--sugar, oil, wheat: bring it on! However, upon spreading the batter into my pan I found myself not sober enough to flip it and so...scrambled pancakes! It ain't pretty but it got the job done to fill my belly with everything I should absolutely not be eating. Don't knock it 'til you've tried it.

I think that under 110, you would have to give a half pint. Presumably, larger bodies carry a larger supply. The last time I donated, they were pushing for platelet donations which you can do more frequently. My veins were somehow unsatisfactory and I just stuck with the whole blood donation. I love donating blood because I don't have much money and I feel like it's something I can do to help other people which only costs a little time. edit: I think platelets you only do half as often--a 'more bang for the buck' situation.

There is some larger question of scientific inflation which I am too buzzed to really grasp right now. Huge increases in the levels of THC. Enormous chicken breasts. It seems to go hand-in-hand with Hot Ones, Instagram Likes, the 4 minute mile, and Mt Everest tourists but don't ask me to be coherent.

Back when the movies/products were introduced, I went full-in buying a Balrog candle holder for one, an Arwen necklace for another, and a dwarven beer stein for someone else. I can relate. Enjoy! There is a name for it...I have persistent problems with ear worms. Every day I struggle to suppress various songs which torment me. Recently I have been struggling to suppress Tears for Fears 'Every Body Wants to Rule the World' ;Willie Nelson 'Mommas Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to be Cowboys' and ' Davey! Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier.' It's worse because I don't know all the lyrics to these songs, just the ones which torment me. Maybe there is a solution to this but I don't know what it is.

Thanks Timmett. I sort of followed your advice with my 9x13 cake pan and skim milk. The result was...edible. Trying to work up the courage to purchase a proper casserole dish and dutch oven. They are expensive.

Veggie Casserole Fail! I liked the idea of the video--lots of veggies, a modest topping of some kind of batter with eggs, milk, and flour. The video drives me nuts because of the excessive attention to the details of chopping each ingredient, because of the almost Herculean dedication to using as many pots and pans as possible, and the incessant pleas for liking and subscribing. Nevertheless, I liked the idea and I decided to make it myself. Sadly, not even the initial serving was palatable. This may be due to my lack of cooking panache, but I'm pretty sure that the recipe just sucks out loud on its own. Next attempt--crustless quiche. This week, I specifically bought eggs and milk for the purpose of trying this recipe and that did not go well for me so maybe a tweak which gives me the veggies and protein without this video's general silly uselessness.

Because when you love someone you can never know enough about them. Poetically, every footprint is precious. Pragmatically, every parking ticket is precious. It brings out the sleuth in us--in that moment she was at least 80% of the way through Clash of Kings. Was she reading about Arya's escape from Harrenhall? Is Davos swimming for his life under Tyrion's chain? How does she juxtapose what she is reading in a fantasy with the reality of a newborn in her arms and someone pointing a camera at her? You always want to know more when it is someone you love.

I'm an enormously fat single lady so I am always trying to be healthy and always cooking a big batch of something I can eat for 2-3 days to cut down on the cooking. This is one of my favorites: Chorizo Sweet Potato Skillet I have tinkered with it and at some point switched from chorizo to turkey sausage. You will want to skip the cheese to eliminate the lactose, I regretfully omit it to eliminate the calories. Don't believe that bit about cooking the sweet potato for 5 minutes at the beginning, it will still be hard. I've been adding a little water to the pan, put on the lid and steam it a bit to soften it up before adding the rest of the ingredients according to the recipe.

I wish there was some big photographic coffee table book, "Naked People". It would incorporate young/old, cut/uncut, little bitties/melons/post-cancer, a variety of scars--just lay it all out on the table and let them look. The object of which would be that many people have many bodies and everybody is fine. In other words, don't worry about your children seeing your body--just make sure they know that bodies are all fine. Everything is fine. No need to judge or worry about it at all.

In honor of your post, allow me to contribute: Black Tom Explosion I was playing a video game which referenced damage to the Statue of Liberty and had to look it up to see if it was true. I had heard that people used to be able to go up into the torch and that it was damaged so that people could not go up there anymore but I never dreamed of this. This article reports that Russia sued a US company for negligence and that the incident contributed to both the Japanese Internment Camps and the creation of the CIA. Mind Blown. If this is inaccurate, please point it out to me. (Although, in fairness, my swear jar would be much higher than my 'unwelcome history lesson' jar.)

Wow! Hot Damn! Nice Job! MC, I am not hip to the current parlance but You Go BOI! (apologies, I am painfully white.) Lately freelance work has picked back up--yay! I was serious about joining Uber but recently it seems unnecessary. Tonight I am pondering the variations of what is a 'good guy.' In a number of situations I have been advised by trusted colleagues that some contact is cool, a good guy, he will set me up. The men who make these recommendations don't necessarily understand that I get treated differently than them--he's cool to you, but he is an asshole to me. I have been around the block enough to understand that to disillusion these colleagues may work against me. Just now, the rational thing to do would be to invest $20k in gear but I can't secure proper financing. Carrying that much credit card debt is stupid. Maybe I should look into Woman Entrepreneur specific grants and loans but...as a participant in a Male Dominated industry, I shy at anything which smacks of Affirmative Action. The idea is that if I don't 'qualify' to normal modes of financing, I don't deserve financing. I know that is stupid but a lot of people don't know that is stupid. Far out drunk trip: Recently, I saw a colleague on LinkedIn post an opinion. This guy was instrumental to me achieving something great in my world. I owe him. Nevertheless, his posted opinion was directly contrary to my political outlook. To me he seems like a white supremacist who seriously does not know that he is a white supremacist. What do you do? Congenial, nice guys have no idea that they are fundamentally against you, on any level.

MC, I hear you. Just remember that you have brains and talent, you can forge a path any way you choose. Any chance of getting any of your signature hot sauce? I don't remember if that was a kickstarter thing or you couldn't source the right ingredients. Please update. Maybe you can poach the promising guy and start a food truck or something.

I also have no idea what my job or career will look like in 6 months. As a freelancer, I am in a problematic area of the live event industry. A drastic reduction in live events means few freelance opportunities. Currently I have a two pronged strategy for making a living in my field. If those prongs fail, it's either education for a new field or delivering for Amazon. While I am grateful that extended unemployment and stimulus has allowed me to survive these last two years, I still can't go back to 'normal' life. Quite possibly my old life is over....which makes me sad, I liked my old life. That is not to say that a new life might not be better but right now I just have a lot of fear and uncertainty. Most recently I saw a job posting for which I am both over-qualified and under-qualified. Over-qualified in knowledge, under-qualified in youth and vigor. I know my value but does anyone else?

I endorse this statement. As a kid, nudity wasn't a big deal but in that 10 - 12 year old range, suddenly my belly button became an issue. In the summertime it was perfectly appropriate to wear halter tops...until it wasn't. I totally didn't understand that, "last year it was fine to wear a halter top but now it is not fine--why?" Modesty is fine so long as it doesn't cross the line into body shaming. Where is that line? Who can say?

Well, I think most people start in on long term memories at about 4 years old. I guess it depends on how important it is to you that she have no memories of seeing your penis. I do remember seeing my dad naked and rooting through the clothes dryer but I was probably 7 at the time. It was a couple of years later that my brother found my parents' Polaroid album and showed it to me. I remember seeing pictures of him with an erection and wondering, "how does he get it to stand up like that?" I thought there was some musculature involved, like maybe he could wiggle it around and make it do tricks. I am not a parent but I think you should judge by your own experience: when did you see your father's penis for the first time? If your daughter had the same experience, would that bother you? My dad would probably be embarrassed if I related my experience of seeing his penis but I am not troubled by it.

It's good to know I'm not the only one. Thanks.

All I get is the left side picture and a blank screen. Sometimes the content loads but the left side bar is twice as wide and no buttons are clickable. Thanks for the response, better to know it's not a universal problem than wonder.

I had to go back to IE because the board does not work for me on Firefox. Anyone else have this issue?

I know not of Haaruk but his mortal sword is around.... [wonders about the back story]

I refer you to Ser Scot's posts on page 3. It's as good a summary as I have seen. I have never been a fan of the argument that "We're only having a bit of fun. We're not the problem, you're the problem because you should have thicker skin." Even you, Lord Caspen, in saying "people who are so frightened" are stopping just short of some schoolyard "What's a matter fraidy cat? Are you scared?" version of bullying and intimidation. Metaphorically, it's like there's someone behind you in class who is shooting spit wads into your hair. Does it hurt? No. Should it be endured? No. So the recipient reacts to put a stop to it and either becomes a snitch or the person who punched first. We may not be able to help the fact that there are assholes but we can at least refrain from giving them peashooters.

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