Nope, he makes the dough from scratch. He starts at about 3 in the afternoon. I can’t imagine thinking about dinner at 3 in the afternoon. But he does it for me, because I go crazy if I don’t have dinner by 6pm now that I don’t eat between meals.
People say, though you must never believe them, that I’m like that, too. If I so much as hint that my stomach is growling, they stare wildly at each other and yell in a panic, “Feed her, feed her!!!”
Nobody’s hosting tomorrow, or at least not that I know of. I’ll get froggybottom to drop by and put up the first one in the morning. Then whoever’s around can post the next–might be me, might be somebody else. Ah, the suspense.
You’re actually watching???!! What a brave little bun you are. Some things should only be experienced vicariously. I’m really really happy to take your word for everything he says tonight.
Will the administration’s next bold initiative involve legalizing spiritual discovery? 😉
True, though — no tv here, but it definitely sounds as if there was a timely adjustment to the medications, coupled with extensive coaching: ‘Time to switch gears, Mr. President. Pretend you’re reasonable.’
I did notice once or two thin patches in the Mr. Rogers veneer, however. He almost got bitchy about the ‘critics’ — cut-rate actor that he is.
Thankfully, the damn thing was over before I could reach for the radio dial. I suppose they didn’t think he could hold out much longer.
After watching that phony baloney sensitive speech. I need something that goes with the Christmas cookies I’m decorating. No beer (not after Friday’s red neck night!). A nice glass of Merlot?
I have no idea what he said — I was ranting at the television set at that point. But it WAS something strange. Thanks for the Merlot. Cheers! To a better 2006 than 2005!
And we remember the words of the Christmas carol, written during the Civil War: “God is not dead, nor [does] He sleep; the Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, with peace on Earth, good-will to men.”
Caught you! A quickie with Atrios, eh! Hope he’s got something left for me. (If we were men writing these double entendres about women, would we get away with it? Sometimes, there’s something to be said for double standards. :P)
I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY
Words: Henry W. Longfellow, 1864.
Music: “Waltham (Calkin),” John B. Calkin, 18
Alternate tune:
“Mainzer,” Joseph Mainzer, circa 1845 (MIDI, score)
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”
Historical Note: This hymn was written during the American civil war, as reflected by the sense of despair in the next to last stanza. Stanzas 4-5 speak of the battle, and are usually omitted from hymnals:
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound the carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn, the households born
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
Longfellow. Who’da thought. OK, yes I’ve heard that carol — but I could only tell you the first two lines. And there’s no way people know that line from the middle. Maybe its one of those right wing wacko codes.
from just before, composed in protest to yet another American invasion against brown people.
Words: James R. Lowell, in the Boston Courier, December 11, 1845.
Music: Ebenezer (Ton-y-Botel), Thomas J. Williams, 1890
Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, some great decision, offering each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever, twixt that darkness and that light.
[….]
Though the cause of evil prosper, yet the truth alone is strong;
Though her portion be the scaffold, and upon the throne be wrong;
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own.
Cookies decorated. Presents wrapped (at least, the ones that are bought). The weekend before Christmas is always so exhausting. But its a good feeling.
Sounds wonderful. It’s been a long time since I was involved in any actual holiday plans — but I do remember Christmas activity like yours very well. It was fun.
Frankly, this story sounds incredibly weird to me — & paired with Bush’s address, the general theme seems to be that sacrificing the children to ‘the greater good’ is quite acceptable.
Further reason for me to continue to avoid tv, I s’pose.
Hope you can find balance to this unpleasantness here in the cafe’, katiebird.
with these FBC’s is the drool… that results from all this talk, and these photos of mouth watering food, drink, and all these tantalizing recipes.
What to do? What to do?
Install bucket with drain? Or move the kitchen to the computer room or the “vice worsa?”
I must go, retrieve, something, to ingest… but ackk! no Coronas left, only Tequiza… thanks a gazillion, but I do believe I prefer my Coronas with a real lime, and if I want tequila flavor, well, then I’ll buy some half decent tequila…
Well, at first I thought, oh, BORING! at least relative to the cafe/bar atmosphere, but then I remembered the library might be rather exciting what with the _???_/?__ or whoever snooping round… ooops! on 2nd or 3rd thought… might be best to “let the sleeping dogs lie,”… (I’m really, really hoping they’ve forgotten all about me, at least for the time being…)
Wow! Is that one of mister’s pizza’s? It looks fabulous.
That’s TWO of mister’s pizza’s. If I like ’em I take a picture!
The bottom one was last night’s pizza (and we have plenty left if you’d like some)
What’s in that yummy-looking top one? I want to torture myself.
Portobello Mushrooms, 2 pounds of mozzie, green peppers, ground turkey breast. I think.
Sounds delish. I have never made a pizza. Does he use a crust from a box, or does that question date me back to the Pleistoscene?
Nope, he makes the dough from scratch. He starts at about 3 in the afternoon. I can’t imagine thinking about dinner at 3 in the afternoon. But he does it for me, because I go crazy if I don’t have dinner by 6pm now that I don’t eat between meals.
People say, though you must never believe them, that I’m like that, too. If I so much as hint that my stomach is growling, they stare wildly at each other and yell in a panic, “Feed her, feed her!!!”
Is somebody hosting it?
At today’s rate, this one should last until Tuesday.
Actually, I don’t think we have anyone formally lined up for tomorrow.
Nobody’s hosting tomorrow, or at least not that I know of. I’ll get froggybottom to drop by and put up the first one in the morning. Then whoever’s around can post the next–might be me, might be somebody else. Ah, the suspense.
I actually like having the freedom to jump in as froggy bottom and get things rolling.
And Who knows what creative extravaganza’s that frog will display as time goes by.
I can put the morning cafe as froggybottom if you want since I’m up earlier.
OOOOO
I love it when I wake up to a new cafe!!!
I have dr’s appt. and so will be leaving about 7:15 or so your time but since this is an unattended cafe anyway, that shouldn’t matter.
Well, I guess I’d better not sleep in, if I want to say good morning.
so you can just leave it for me to read when I get back.
Andi, I brought this over here:
“Huh? (none / 1)
Not really. I just wanted to use the “Most Useful FBC Reply” in a different location to see if it worked as well.”
Cracked me up! Though I confess it took me a while to get it. What with me staring dull-eyed into the distance and all.
staring dull-eyed into the distance
Perfect reaction — the visual equivalent of ‘huh’.
Damn, you made me laugh out loud again. Makes it hard to maintain my vacant gaze.
you’re not trying hard enough
(laughing wildly!)
You soooo win.
what would you expect when one has the face that launched a thousand oh shits.
He is horrible in so many, many ways.
What a peculiar, strange, horrible speech.
You’re actually watching???!! What a brave little bun you are. Some things should only be experienced vicariously. I’m really really happy to take your word for everything he says tonight.
As I said (somewhere tonight), mister considers it a challenge.
I which I had his closing sentence on tape. I think he’s on acid.
Will the administration’s next bold initiative involve legalizing spiritual discovery? 😉
True, though — no tv here, but it definitely sounds as if there was a timely adjustment to the medications, coupled with extensive coaching: ‘Time to switch gears, Mr. President. Pretend you’re reasonable.’
I did notice once or two thin patches in the Mr. Rogers veneer, however. He almost got bitchy about the ‘critics’ — cut-rate actor that he is.
Thankfully, the damn thing was over before I could reach for the radio dial. I suppose they didn’t think he could hold out much longer.
Same old crap, different flavor.
added to an Echelon table!
Like the Christmas Blessing, starting now!!
You can watch them while you type.
After watching that phony baloney sensitive speech. I need something that goes with the Christmas cookies I’m decorating. No beer (not after Friday’s red neck night!). A nice glass of Merlot?
I’m bringing the bottle, so I can join you if you don’t mind. But, I’m drinking mine from a coffee cup.
Did you catch that last weird sentence — What did he say?
I have no idea what he said — I was ranting at the television set at that point. But it WAS something strange. Thanks for the Merlot. Cheers! To a better 2006 than 2005!
I just slipped over to Atrios for a quicky (don’t tell kansas)and as usual he satisfied my needs:
Here’s the text and what he said was:
He’s on Acid. That’s the only excuse for that shit.
Caught you! A quickie with Atrios, eh! Hope he’s got something left for me. (If we were men writing these double entendres about women, would we get away with it? Sometimes, there’s something to be said for double standards. :P)
I’m pretty sure I’m missing something here. But I’m guessing it sounds more interesting than it really is.
Just keep thinking that.
Damn — I promised no one would find out.
Anyway … I think we need REAL Christmas Carols to wipe out the memory of that strange one (which BTW I’ve never heard of and WHERE did he dig it up?)
I’ll start down below. Join in if you want.
I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY
Words: Henry W. Longfellow, 1864.
Music: “Waltham (Calkin),” John B. Calkin, 18
Alternate tune:
“Mainzer,” Joseph Mainzer, circa 1845 (MIDI, score)
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.”
Historical Note: This hymn was written during the American civil war, as reflected by the sense of despair in the next to last stanza. Stanzas 4-5 speak of the battle, and are usually omitted from hymnals:
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound the carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn, the households born
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
O for God’s sake!
That historical note was embedded into the text. I copy and pasted it without reading it first.
That note (on this page is right under the line he quoted!
How weird is that?
Longfellow. Who’da thought. OK, yes I’ve heard that carol — but I could only tell you the first two lines. And there’s no way people know that line from the middle. Maybe its one of those right wing wacko codes.
What in holy hell was that all about? More coded interstellar chatter for Fundie Ground Control?
Egad.
weird — I was just posting that same thought.
Great minds, maryb 😉
from just before, composed in protest to yet another American invasion against brown people.
Words: James R. Lowell, in the Boston Courier, December 11, 1845.
Music: Ebenezer (Ton-y-Botel), Thomas J. Williams, 1890
Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, some great decision, offering each the bloom or blight,
And the choice goes by forever, twixt that darkness and that light.
[….]
Though the cause of evil prosper, yet the truth alone is strong;
Though her portion be the scaffold, and upon the throne be wrong;
Yet that scaffold sways the future, and behind the dim unknown,
Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above His own.
Well we certainly have Wrong upon the Throne!
Hi everyone…can someone tell me is Scoop free?
you can find the info here.
Andi, how do you keep up on the ratings? I’ve never known anyone else as quick as you at it.
when they are lurking, especially manee.
Ahhh, so you say.
To wipe out the memory of the President’s Christmas Carol quote — I’m going to do another one. Join in if you want …
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
but the fire is so delightful,
and since we’ve no place to go
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow …
It doesn’t show signsof stopping
And I’ve bought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ..
(Mentally, I always pair this one with ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside’.)
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I’ll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I’ll be warm …
The fire is slowly dying
And, my dear, we’re still goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
<applause>
Boy are we good. Too bad no one was listening.
Maybe we should’ve left the cafe’ & gone door-to-door 😉
Ah well. Chalk it up to experience!
That was just lovely, girls. Have some cookies and milk?
Thanks, but I’m cookied out for the night. I am, however, going to have some celebratory hot chocolate.
Thank you, kansas! Next time we’ll do a rendition of the Beach Boys’ ‘Little Saint Nick’ — with full four part harmony!
Or maybe not.
In any case, I’m calling it a night for now; slumber beckons. Enjoy, everyone!
to Round John Virgin and his heavenly peas! <hic!!>
Cookies decorated. Presents wrapped (at least, the ones that are bought). The weekend before Christmas is always so exhausting. But its a good feeling.
Sounds wonderful. It’s been a long time since I was involved in any actual holiday plans — but I do remember Christmas activity like yours very well. It was fun.
I’m pretty shocked! In a sick and saddened way.
Did they kill a kid so his teacher could live?
What kind of sick Christmas story is this?
Well, that sounds uplifting ..
Seems to me that tonight’s tv offerings were generally very disturbing.
It’s actually what happened. It was the worst thing I ever watched.
I honestly think we were supposed to be happy about the childs death, because the child’s liver went to his teacher.
Who could then get instantly well and marry Doogie.
was going to be a Christmas Angel, but I was wrong.
He was just a shoe salesman who sold Doogie a pair of shoes 20 years ago & never forgot him.
Frankly, this story sounds incredibly weird to me — & paired with Bush’s address, the general theme seems to be that sacrificing the children to ‘the greater good’ is quite acceptable.
Further reason for me to continue to avoid tv, I s’pose.
Hope you can find balance to this unpleasantness here in the cafe’, katiebird.
See you later!
By George, I think you’ve got it!
What these two ‘entertainments’ say to us about our culture is disgraceful to me, frankly.
Ah well.
<sighs, departs>
No I didn’t watch it and now I’m glad I didn’t. I watched The Wizard of Oz on the WB (except while the prez was on).
what a world, what a world
I wonder which was better, the president or this movie.
I’m thinking that they were each worse than the other.
which was worse — you can’t compare an apple with a worm in it to a sour orange.
I’m calling it a night.
with these FBC’s is the drool… that results from all this talk, and these photos of mouth watering food, drink, and all these tantalizing recipes.
What to do? What to do?
Install bucket with drain? Or move the kitchen to the computer room or the “vice worsa?”
I must go, retrieve, something, to ingest… but ackk! no Coronas left, only Tequiza… thanks a gazillion, but I do believe I prefer my Coronas with a real lime, and if I want tequila flavor, well, then I’ll buy some half decent tequila…
I guess the problem is that at least one host keeps her computer in the dining room.
So, she’s often actually eating or helping to prepare for eating while she’s visiting with her virtual guests.
hmm. Maybe a name change to the Froggy Bottom Library would be healthier?
Well, at first I thought, oh, BORING! at least relative to the cafe/bar atmosphere, but then I remembered the library might be rather exciting what with the _???_/?__ or whoever snooping round… ooops! on 2nd or 3rd thought… might be best to “let the sleeping dogs lie,”… (I’m really, really hoping they’ve forgotten all about me, at least for the time being…)