Well, I *was* nearly asleep.
Then a neighbor called and told me that another neighbor was wrecked and hurt on a relatively nearby road. So I gave her some phone numbers, then called 911 and told them the general location, and ended up having to give them my neighbor's cell phone number.
But, seriously, I was not exaggerating when I earlier said I didn't get any sleep last night because I didn't want to go to bed with visions of Lovecraft dancing around my head.
And now I'm staying up to be here if I'm needed.
Ah, well. I can sleep sometime later, and in the meantime, I can fill in the gaps with sweet tea. Which I am currently brewing to be thick enough to float a brick.
God fucking dammit.
I can't be having with this
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--The horror of Mario
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Heath Robinson
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Are you familiar with Russian tea? I hear they fill a metal pot with leaves (okay, so maybe only half), then fill the rest in with water. They keep it on a hob all day and dilute it when they drink it.
I'd suggest not diluting it if you can take the flavour.
I'd suggest not diluting it if you can take the flavour.
Face it. Today will be as bad a day as any other.
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Josh_Kablack
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Jebus man.
Drink some warm milk, take the day off, pull your phone off the hook.
And in a day or two when you've got some rest and are thinking clear enough to do this in a calm and rational manner:
Drink some warm milk, take the day off, pull your phone off the hook.
And in a day or two when you've got some rest and are thinking clear enough to do this in a calm and rational manner:
go ask your fucking neighbor why the fucking fuckity fuck she can't call 911 herfuckingself? Is it too many fucking digits for her to fucking remember? Does she have a cel phone plan so crappy that it can't handle 911 calls?
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Avoraciopoctules
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Well, okay, after something like twelve straight hours of sleeps, I'm better.
The neighbor's pretty banged up, and the impact actually made her bottom teeth cut a line through right under her lips, and she had to get some fairly impressive stitches elsewhere, but she's otherwise intact. Which is good.
The car's totalled. That's not good.
I'll drop by there sometime today. I know the tradition is flowers for sickness and food for a death (yes, To Kill A Mockingbird has that right. Around here, if someone suffers a death in the family, people bring over food--either packaged stuff--or something that's cooked and easy to eat, such as chicken and dumplings), but my etiquette isn't too certain on what to do for someone who got an ass-kicking in a car wreck. Possibly a big tub of some sort of painkiller cream.
The neighbor's pretty banged up, and the impact actually made her bottom teeth cut a line through right under her lips, and she had to get some fairly impressive stitches elsewhere, but she's otherwise intact. Which is good.
The car's totalled. That's not good.
I'll drop by there sometime today. I know the tradition is flowers for sickness and food for a death (yes, To Kill A Mockingbird has that right. Around here, if someone suffers a death in the family, people bring over food--either packaged stuff--or something that's cooked and easy to eat, such as chicken and dumplings), but my etiquette isn't too certain on what to do for someone who got an ass-kicking in a car wreck. Possibly a big tub of some sort of painkiller cream.
He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
Tea in bags is either dried shit or fucking expensive. So one has to buy loose tea.Heath Robinson wrote:Are you familiar with Russian tea? I hear they fill a metal pot with leaves (okay, so maybe only half), then fill the rest in with water. They keep it on a hob all day and dilute it when they drink it.
I'd suggest not diluting it if you can take the flavour.
If you take just enough tea leaves for a cup, it won't be hot enough when prepared. So you have to take more leaves to prepare the infusion in a small teapot and, once the infusion is prepared, pour it into a cup and dilute it with boiling water. The undiluted infusion is allowed to cool down to r.t. to be diluted with boiling water when you need more tea.
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Please. I live in Alabama. I have a very definite recipe for tea, which will probably make real tea-drinkers throw up a little in their mouths. Let me share:
Eight tea bags, preferably the kind that come in pairs (Says orange pekoe- grade tea.)
Put them in container. Pour 36 oz. of water on them.
Nuke for five minutes.
Ignore it for at least twenty minutes, preferably forty.
Take one gallon container. Fill a level cup of sugar. Shake a little out (I'm trying to cut back). Pour sugar into container.
Repeat.
Pour the still-hot tea slowly onto the sugar in the bottom of the pitcher (just so the teabags don't fall in. I hate having to fish them out). If you're really serious, squeeze the bags out over the pitcher. Dispose of them in some environmentally-friendly way (compost!)
Now stir while you fill it up with cold water. Cap and put into refrigerator.
Drink about half of it at some point.
Let remainder sit in the fridge overnight.
By morning, it will be cold, sweet, and strong. Sometimes it'll have a thin skin of ice on top.
Drink it.
...
Dammit, I want some now...
Eight tea bags, preferably the kind that come in pairs (Says orange pekoe- grade tea.)
Put them in container. Pour 36 oz. of water on them.
Nuke for five minutes.
Ignore it for at least twenty minutes, preferably forty.
Take one gallon container. Fill a level cup of sugar. Shake a little out (I'm trying to cut back). Pour sugar into container.
Repeat.
Pour the still-hot tea slowly onto the sugar in the bottom of the pitcher (just so the teabags don't fall in. I hate having to fish them out). If you're really serious, squeeze the bags out over the pitcher. Dispose of them in some environmentally-friendly way (compost!)
Now stir while you fill it up with cold water. Cap and put into refrigerator.
Drink about half of it at some point.
Let remainder sit in the fridge overnight.
By morning, it will be cold, sweet, and strong. Sometimes it'll have a thin skin of ice on top.
Drink it.
...
Dammit, I want some now...
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He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
I'm reliably informed lipton tea is good for making sweet tea.
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Fucking Sweet tea and atlanta.name_here wrote:I'm reliably informed lipton tea is good for making sweet tea.
I have stupid memories of being in an atlanta airport restaurant waiting for a delayed connecting flight while eating food. I had been approached already for some sweet tea which I had at that time learned was iced tea (even though I was coming from tejas) and I had said I would just have some coke. But every ten minutes, another server with a gigantic serving jug of that sugary concoction would come smiling a white or yelowwing smiley at me nattering away something to the likes of "would ya like some swaaait tae."
For years, I would wake up in a cold sweat from the same dream. The dream always had the same twilight zone like concentric swirling camera angles and that flashing yellowish smile (it would be yellow but this was in BLACK AND WHITE) and the words echoing "SWEET TEA, SWEET TEA, SWEET TEA!!!!!"
Ancient History wrote:We were working on Street Magic, and Frank asked me if a houngan had run over my dog.
Well, I found out why Ms. Vanessa couldn't call 911 on her own.
For one, she was hysterical because she'd seen that she'd hit something in impact and had a couple of lines cutting through right under her lip. Much blood.
For another, she had gashes under her lip and that really, really, impaired her ability to speak clearly. Even now that the splits are starting to heal, she's still a bit stiff-lipped (the stuff they put on her to hold things together, I suppose).
For one, she was hysterical because she'd seen that she'd hit something in impact and had a couple of lines cutting through right under her lip. Much blood.
For another, she had gashes under her lip and that really, really, impaired her ability to speak clearly. Even now that the splits are starting to heal, she's still a bit stiff-lipped (the stuff they put on her to hold things together, I suppose).
He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
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Count Arioch the 28th
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If that's asking where that happened, you missed by a long way. Mobile, Alabama.Count_Arioch_the_28th wrote:This is a long shot, but Albuquerque?
He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
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Count Arioch the 28th
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Alright, just curious.Maxus wrote:If that's asking where that happened, you missed by a long way. Mobile, Alabama.Count_Arioch_the_28th wrote:This is a long shot, but Albuquerque?
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