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Well, she posed her labia and he made a plaster cast of it. It was beautiful, like a flower. Interestingly, as I posted that, the doorbell rang and the postman delivered a piece of art from that same boyfriend. I haven't opened it yet...I wonder what it might be.

My boyfriend plaster cast Nina Hartley's money maker and had it in his fridge for a while, so I vote for her.

I thought Hickory Wind was pretty good. Ben Fong-Torres was always one of my favorite RS writers. And MadMonkey's thumbs up is encouraging.

I think you would change your mind about that if you tasted my chili.

Since the fall of OINK the internets are teeming with narcs. Brother ratting out brother. Husband ratting out wife. Best friend ratting out best friend. These are dark days my friends. In the brave words of Edward R. Murrow: " We must remember always that accusation is not proof and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law. We will not walk in fear one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine, and remember that we are not descended from fearful men."

I love chili season! Just made it last week along with a cast iron skillet full of cornbread. In a big soup pot: 1 yellow onion 1 red bell pepper 3 cloves garlic, pressed Saute in a bit of olive oil starting with onion, then pepper till tender crisp, garlic last, just till fragrant. Remove from pot and set aside. 1# ground venison Fry in leftover oil and juices from veggies. Add a pinch of salt when it's cooked. Add veggies back to pan along with: 1 can dark red kidney beans 1 can chili beans 1 can yellow hominy 1 7 oz can Herdez Salsa Casera (If you don't know this stuff, check it out

Hmmm. Gram is dead and when he was alive not a particularly productive or disciplined artist, unfortunately. Chris Hillman said of touring that year: "We weren't very good on stage. We spent a fortune and didn't accomplish anything. It was a stupid tour really." I don't think there is much quality 'new' stuff left to be had. I'll undoubtedly get this, but I'm afraid it's just going to make me sad.

This will probably have a few amazing gems to savor and cry over (any version of Hot Burrito #1 would undo me, I'm sure), and the rest will be throw away tracks. The Burritos were a notoriously uneven live band, and the Avalon performances were no exception. Gram's abused voice didn't hold up well for an entire set.

I think I read that you were a chef before you had your baby. When I first decided to make pesto with all of my basil, it was a Sunday evening and the only nut I had at the ready was a bag of shelled pistachios I had gotten from Costco. Neccesity being the mother of invention, I went for it. Now pinon nut pesto tastes weird to me. My stomach is growling from all of this food talk.

Homemade, homegrown basil pistachio pesto that is crazy delicious. Slow rise, slack dough. As crust, thin with a satisfying crackle on the tooth. It's a fooking brilliant pizza. I have a very open mind when it comes to food, but mustard on pizza just sounds wrong. I'd try it though.

I just ate leftover grilled chicken, pesto, portabella, gorgonzolla pizza from last night. True story. I must have been busy or something when this thread was started. Pizza is my master.

Oh Lotti, you're a woman after my own heart.

I hope that this surgery will give you relief from the pain for a good long time. Speedy recovery, Lou!

Happy birthday to a rennaisance man, soft of cheek and most kind. I hope you have a stellar day, Dan!

My dad looked after his sister's dog for three weeks this summer. He also has a dog, and the two became fast friends. In the couple weeks that my aunt has been home, the dogs have been pining for each other, my dad's dog sniffing the places his companion slept, off his feed and behaving listlessly. When I talked to my dad yesterday, he was heading out to take his dog to his sister's house so the doggies could have a play date. Have fun with the lovely golden. Dogs are magnificent companions.

Angry man: WHADDAYOU WANT? Man: Well, Well, I was told outside that... Angry man: DON'T GIVE ME THAT, YOU SNOTTY-FACED EVIL PAN OF DROPPINGS! Man: What? A: SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU TIT! YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKE! YOU VACUOUS STUFFY-NOSED MALODOROUS PERVERT!!! M: Yes, but I came here for an argument!! A: OH! Oh! I'm sorry! This is abuse! M: Oh! Oh I see! A: Aha! No, you want room 12A, next door. M: Oh...Sorry... A: Not at all! A: (under his breath) stupid git. Carry on.

Yes. But technically that's just a process addict's cry for help. See above.

Huh.

I have appreciated your thoughful responses. Thank you.

Or never signed up to begin with. Wow. This is a big deal.

Speaking for myself of course, since I have no 'vote' in the matter.

The secret about being a jerk and getting away with it socially, is to contribute significantly in other ways. Humor, wisdom or talent go a long way in ameliorating being a natural born dick pain. In some circles, big rolls of money help. One trick pony jerks get shunned. It's kind of a universally accepted social more.

Yeah. Really hard for a guy with an e-personality like his to gain favor. Like my pappy used to tell me, "That's the breaks of the game'. OK. Back to the matter at hand. I don't have a great deal of free time. Also, I have voted for Ralph Nadar at least once. When it comes time to vote I'll vote. I will glean the information from now till then wherever I can. Honestly though, you might as well just count me a "Yellow Dog Democrat" this presidential election.

Too late.

Hope your day is fabulous, froggie!