Aufbrezeln Eschaton (mitzibel)

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In Which I Give Away My Morel Foraging Spot

This was a bigger tease than my prom date :(

April 12, 2010 at 1:10 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Shaved Animals

Or when you're trying to *avoid* a horrible matting situation. My mom raised Persians when I was growing up (I know, deplorable, reprehensible, etc.), and every May was cat-shearing season at the farm. Cats hate to be shaved. They skulk around all humiliated. They know exactly how ridiculous they look. Watching 20 of them all trying for the same three cubbyholes to hide their shame was HILARIOUS.

April 9, 2010 at 10:19 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

Spring Break at the murder cabin

That's awesome. I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to resist talking my companions into staging a Murder Mystery Weekend for the benefit of the eavesdropping tweekers ;)

March 25, 2010 at 9:28 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

Finally, I've found the perfect meatloaf

My husband's heterosexual life partner makes the best damn meatloaf I've ever had. Probably something to do with the perfectly sticky jalapeno glaze. Also, meh on the panko. I love that stuff for just about everything else, but I think it makes meatloaf too dense.

March 24, 2010 at 11:32 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

Reaction Video To "The Twilight Saga: Eclipse" Trailer

STOP BEING A PUSSY!!!! Yeah, my take on the entire series. Also, that eye movement and tongue action were like nothing I've seen since I quit hanging out with needle drug users. Jesus tits.

March 12, 2010 at 7:12 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Shoedini

Y'all really need to put a warning on to turn down your computer's sound before playing that. I know, I know, the words "Gilbert Gottfreid" are there plain as day, but some of us are distracted.

March 11, 2010 at 1:42 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Some will call this self-indulgence . . .

That was part of Sarah's problem, I think--she knew damn good and well that she was amazing and special. Mental illness is *especially* hard to treat in gifted, creative individuals. The crazy, fucked-up shit that goes on inside our heads is the clay we sculpt, and there are SO many historical examples of greatness achieved by the mentally ill. We forget that it's the struggle against, not the surrender to, our illness that allows us to create great things. This is a recurring theme in the play, the fear that getting "well" will stifle the creative gift, and that's why one of my absolute favorite lines is, "Nothing will interfere with your work like suicide."

March 5, 2010 at 10:54 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

Some will call this self-indulgence . . .

Oooh, I forgot photo credits. Photos are courtesy of Rob Howes, of Wichita, KS. Pictured are myself, Andy Stowers (the dude), and the lovely and talented ladies Samantha Raines (in green) and Nandini MacMillan (in red).

March 5, 2010 at 10:36 a.m. ( | suggest removal )

LOST Meals

Oh, yay!

I can't believe that child doesn't like sweet potatoes. My youngest will apparently eat ANYTHING. I've been experimenting--so far I haven't been able to gross her out yet. Hot sauce, chipotle salsa, fish sauce, lemon . . . she loves it all. Grabbed the bottle of fish sauce and started sucking on the top.

February 9, 2010 at 1:26 p.m. ( | suggest removal )

Net Worth: Personal privacy all but disappears thanks to Blippy

Worst idea since the ICat, or whatever that thing was called. "Hey, kids! Let's spend a fun family evening scanning bar codes and looking at ads for the things we already own!"

February 5, 2010 at 8:38 a.m. ( | suggest removal )