I had some Big Life Stuff a few years ago. I was surprised how much I changed (after I healed). A lot less anger, a lot less fear of the unknown. I scared my brother by agreeing to see my dad after fifteen years of estrangement, because seriously, how could that be any worse than what I had already been thru? Now I'm…

Yeah, plus I'm bad at jokes. And Hannibal is seriously creepy. The recipes vs business card episode....

ah, I was trying not to go there! (Just watched season one on dvd.)

I really don't see the problem here. Watching a slaughter and learning how to do it yourself, before eating the result, is a natural extension of the nose-to-tail trend. $150 is not an expensive ticket for a five hour event including a five course meal. If the slaughter is done correctly and humanely, then there's no…

that's awesome!

I couldn't handle capers either until I was introduced to baby capers. They are softer and not quite as strongly flavoured, so you don't get that awful crunch when you bite down on one, but a teaspoon slightly mushed goes beautifully in a dressing.

definitely a cultural thing - I keep thinking, why are these people in the main bar and not the beer garden? That's what the beer garden is for! Then I remember I'm in Australia.

It does depend on the kid, and on the parents being able to read that kid and know when to pull the plug. My oldest nephew, at one year old, would sit in the kitchen of my brothers restaurant, on the counter, in the middle of service and not move a muscle. (Utterly insane, but he wanted to be next to daddy...) He's…

I've posted this before, buts it's worth sayin twice.

update: I spent today at a wine tasting. I heart Tasmania.

so long as it isn't all the time, and you are not getting thru multiple bottles of liquor in one sitting, you're fine. I spent yesterday with nachos, a bottle of Pinot and the boxed set of house, md.

Exactly! And I love looking at other peoples tattoos. I'm all for covering up in an actual formal setting - I have a tat on my wrist which is very visible, and I have several cuffs and bracelets I got specifically to be able to cover it when necessary (like at the job interview I had last week). But so long as you are…

oh, hell no, you can't leave it at that! Dish the dirt!

and thus a super villain is created. What have you unleashed on the world, cocopop? YOU'VE DOOMED US ALL!

huh. I just realised I would totally curbstomp a guy over a book, in a situation where I would go out of my way to avoid, deflect and rationalise away any harm to myself.

wtf? Who the hell does that?

my now-gone baby (that's him in my profile pic) was named Captain Jack, and the foster mum told me the litter included Elizabeth, Will Turner, and Barbossa.

Your mums response mirrors mine own, upon hearing that Jeremy Renner got married the other week... to wit: 'didn't you have a crush on that hawk-y person? You're too late again...' (I tactfully did not remind her of similar conversations re her and Denzel.)

I am so utterly torn by this! Part of me is going 'WOOOOO!' And part of me is going, 'but how could you improve on perfection?'

which is a shame, because as written, it's pretty basic common effing sense, and if it was any other medical issue except rape/bc/pregnancy, this wouldn't need to be passed at all.