mthor

Is working on a sequel to Manos:The Hands of Fate; the working title is Dudeco: The Feet of Fate.

Invites dinner guests over for a full seven course meal of gelatin-based dishes.

This is like when my stepmother calls from my hometown to let me know that somebody's died. It's a small town, so I may not know the person, but I know the name, and I know where they fit. It's not necessarily grief, but a hollowness - another piece of home is gone. RIP. I didn't know you, but I knew your name and where you fit. You, too, were a piece of home, and you will be missed.

Dammit, I glued my fingers together. Got them apart, obviously, but there's Krazy glue residue all over them, and I can't decide whether to use acetone, which is fast, but dries the hell out of one's skin, or Vaseline, which is kinder to skin but takes forever. A small thing, I know, but sometimes the stupid little things are the ones that disproportionately irritate me.

Depends loses.

This reminds me of when I moved to Florida, and all of a sudden started getting calls from funeral parlors selling pre-need packages. I know, I know, Florida is full of old people, but I was 23 at the time...

Dude, I am a contemporary of your mother's, and even I know what it means.

2 Arby's beef & cheddar. Arby's may be like the law and sausage, but like once a year, they're so good.

I love anything cranberry, but I can do without the nuts. (I don't like them in Waldorf salad, either; it's a texture thing.)

You need a recipe?

I've got a recipe for something that looks very much like the second one. It's my step sister in law's - she calls it acini de pepe. It's made with acini pasta; I'm not sure if what your picture has is that or maybe medium tapioca.

You see auto maintenance, I see one of the reasons we always kept a couple of bottles of 10% ethanol IV solution on hand in the ER.

It's more than a little alarming that you know what antifreeze tastes like. Feeling ok?

Sometimes, it happens even when they do.