My gf wants me to use diminuitives and cute nickname but I just can't. I try but it comes out more awkward than the first time you try and purposefully talk *sexy* in bed. awk—ward.

There is a town called Dildo in Newfoundland. Just so you know.

Is our author a folklorist? Hmmmm.

I don't even... what?!?

I didn't hear this but now I love it and will no longer complain. Am I allowed to express concern that he's old(er), fat(er) and might die before it's finished?

Thank you.

Couldn't agree with you more. The last 20 years—hell 30 has seen the use of cinematic tricks to disguise crap fighters/actors. I love kill bill but that was some hardcore bullshit cinematic trickery.

You will. I ran into a cougar and thoughts of petting and snuggles were immediately replaced with thoughts of AAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!

I agree with you. There's been some interesting sociology (and social geography) studies of food that demonstrate the hidden barriers to workingclass households: food deserts; inferior kitchen space/resources; poor appliances. All of these things contribute to an inability to marshal scarce food resources. Cooking…

I know the show's not for everyone but I loved the slow pacing and intricate character build up. I also appreciated the way the tempo recreated the temporal feel of the timeperiod. I'd trade a kidney for the conclusion of the primary story arc.

Are we maybe pushing it all a bit. I'm willing to be convinced but if fanfic means everything it means nothing.

Like most things it's dead simple and takes about 5 steps. The major investment is time, the jars, a canning pot, special jar tonges (for lifting them out of the boiling water). After that it's just making sure everything is sterile and the jars are airtight sealed (they make a satisfying *ping* sound as they…

Yup and yup. Don't forget: home butchering (you want that skinless chicken breast you're going to have get it out of that live chicken over there); cleaning porous surfaces with lye (as fun as it sounds and do it on your hands and knees); no prepped food (forgot to soak those beans over night? you're f—ed); etc. etc.

I spent time in a farming area and would get seconds from farmers and then spend all day canning. What an unholy pain in the ass. But crack a jar open in February and it's suddenly all worth it. Sadly, I live in the land of rock and well, rock these days.

This post. I can whip of a reasonable vietnamese nock-off meal in 25 min. That's two pots, and assorted plates. The whole time thing is mostly for inexperienced cooks who second guess themselves, don't know some techniques and don't know shortcuts. I'd also like to point out to people that the cult of "busy" is…

No, we could push it back. I was recalling the ealiest scifi cons and fic/lit generated out of them in the 1930s, early 40s. I personally don't know of anything earlier but I'm willing to be corrected.

Carnivale. Say it with me CARNIVALE!

You need to dial back your quick history of fanfic by about 30 years.

Problems I didn't have because I was poor and young:

Please people dump the scented stuff. I live with a person who is alergic to artificial scents and now that I'm in largely stinkfree environment that crap you're wearing is pretty damn disgusting. You smell like Dow Chemical.