The Totally Radical Thread for Crotchety Old Bitches

Glad I could amuse you folks. Not bad for an early morning Saturday bit of humor.

And I am about done cooking for the week lol.

9 pound cakes because of the size of the throw away baking pans was a bit different.

16 cups of flour, 12 cups of sugar, 3 cups of milk, 24 large eggs, 2lbs of butter, and 30 teaspoons of honey later I have baked 9 cakes. My wifes tip made the crust much better. Tinfoil tents to keep the crust from baking too thick.

The cakes were so soft and moist they were easy to slice.

I also stopped to make lunch and I have dinner to make this evening as well. So much cooking.

I made up a meatloaf for tomorrow. Ground turkey because Alana's system doesn't handle red meat too well. Onions pureed in the food processor with black pepper, English mustard powder, sea salt, garlic cloves, Worcestershire sauce, red pepper flakes, and a few other things I forget. Normally there'd be thyme but we're out of it and I forgot to get it earlier. It'll be fine. Mixed by hand with 3 lbs of ground turkey, put in loaf pans, and topped with a barbecue sauce and Cholula mix. Got a bit lazy there.

I generally prefer meatloaf if it's cooked the night before and then sliced up and reheated on the griddle surface. Seems to bring out the flavor more.

Tonight's dinner was spicy sausages, Trader Joes chimichurri rice (it's frozen, you heat it up in a pan, quick and tasty) and roast parsnips, coated in olive oil, dusted with black pepper, garlic powder and English mustard, and roasted in the convection oven for 35 minutes at 425 degrees.

You know how when someone almost has a road accident they blast their horn at the offending (or believed to be offending, in some cases) party?

What I want to know is how do they manage to do that? After several accidents and several more near-accidents (some my fault, others not), I still don't do that, as honking the horn is the last thing on my mind, and by the time it does occur to me it's usually far too late to be of even the slightest use.

Just like obeying a stop sign was apparently the last thing on the mind of some twit I almost wound up hitting on my way home, just a bit ago.

edited 16th Dec '14 9:21:49 AM by Nohbody

Today was the last day of class. The class period is for the performance finals, the paper finals were due last week. It's usually a pretty fun, fast class. There are always a couple of students who shine and others who... don't. The rule is, everyone gets love because performing is hard and the class isn't about winnowing the wheat from the chaff. The class is about learning how theatre rolls.

At the end of class I always make the students circle up. Then we join hands and take a bow as a class. Then I thank them and applaud them. They always join in the applause. It's theatrical as hell, I know. But it works. It acknowledges the work and time and the whole process the way theatre acknowledges these things, through applause. The one kid who was just there to help his buddy said, "that's a cool way to end a class". His friend said "The whole class has been like this." My work is done. Except for grading all the things.

BC: Sounds like a good way to end the year. Pity you weren't a teacher in my of my schools when I was seriously considering doing theater.

Nice.

Today was the worst day I've had at work all year. Check "The Office" for reasons. I'm drunk and on my way to getting drunker. Seriously steamed, I am.

I have two cats. Sammy is 15 and Joey is around 13. Joey is a healthy bouncy pudge, Sammy has always been a bit delicate. When I was working out of town he lost all his fur. In the winter. For three years. I moved back home, he's fine again. He's gotten real thin and I took him in and he has "elevated kidney levels" This means I buy him prescription cat food and he rejects it for Nine Lives and Sheba. It also means that eventually this kidney thing is going to kill him. Just not yet. I'm concerned about quality of life and will monitor him closely.

The problem is he won't pee in the cat box. He'll poop in the cat box, just not pee. I decided today to try pee pads. He uses specific spots. So maybe. I vacuumed, then pre-treated his spots with cleaner on my hands and knees. Then hit every thing with the steam cleaner twice. Then set the fans up and dried everything out. Then put down vinyl carpet protector in all the designated spots and put down a pee pad in his favorite spot and by the cat box. Because sometimes miracles happen?

I hope this works. But I gotta tell you my back, neck and shoulders hurt. Going back to the meat market tomorrow will seem like a vacation. Even if it is pre-Christmas time crazy.

Holy fuck, my fear of dental horror/dental stuff in general has gotten far worse.

Was scrolling through Netflix a bit ago, stumbled across some horror movie called "The Dentist 2". Good god, the movie cover was bad enough but the preview scenes... I was frozen for a bit, chest felt tight, it got a bit hard to breathe,I was shaking... Shit, might've had a panic attack.

Calming my nerves with some Goldschlager. Not cool, Netflix, not cool.

@blackcat: DO NOT USE AMMONIA. Ammonias are found in pee, pee is used for marking, so using them in a cleaner, it's like Christmas for your kitty or doggie "I'll pee here! and Here! and over Here!"

Bleach based cleaners are your best weapon. Or: "Fill a spray bottle with hydrogen peroxide and 1/2 handful of baking soda. Shake it up and spray on carpet stains, upholstery stains, and clothing stains" (via pintrest). It adds a ton of oxygen to the chemicals that cause odors, breaking them down.

If you hate bleach, detailed peroxide baking soda recipes here.

edited 18th Dec '14 1:49:10 PM by TairaMai

An amusing take on the typical slasher. Tucker and Dale vs Evil. :D

Oh yeah, that was great. I was expecting it to be more of a comedic homage, like Shaun of the Dead, but the trope twisting was hilarious.

Oh, cobbies... This month has been a holiday onslaught. I've gamely kept ahead of all our obligations, nothing fell through the cracks, no rainchecks, no illnesses. Today is the last event, our big annual holiday party, then we all get a break until school starts up again in January.

The party starts in 25 minutes, and I'm naked under the covers, burning up and shivering. I came down suddenly with a cough last night that just as suddenly bloomed into something exquisitely miserable a couple hours ago.

edited 21st Dec '14 3:38:02 PM by mona.soyun

Oh dear. :hugs:

I hope you're feeling better soon, and that everyone else can hold down the fort for you.

Ah, back home for the holidays... feels good. To celebrate, and get into the holiday spirit (or spirits, as it were) I'm drinking Rumple Minze.

Mona: get your ass down to the doctor ASAP. It sounds like you might have the flu.

//been shaking it off myself

I considered that, but I'm not sure what they'd do for me. I'm not in the high risk groups (though I guess I do have a toddler).

I guess it wouldn't hurt to call.

Ok, so it'd hurt a little. But you know what I mean.

So I'm drinking some mead imported from Denmark (land of 1/3 of me blood) and it is good. It's stirred the Viking blood in me, I feel inspired to do shit!

We played pool tonight for the first time in a while. In one match, Mr. b was all about playing a safety game. He buried the cue ball behind a cluster of his balls at one corner pocket and the eight ball was about 18 inches from the other corner on that end of the table. He was all cocky and "I'm not going to sit down". I hit a three rail shot and sank that ball out of spite. I flipped him off, a thing I do not do, but damn...

A couple of matches later I was breaking and I miscued. The cue ball went airborn, hit the center of the rack, hit the rail and then bounced back and broke the rack in a really nice pattern.

Do you think I could make a bank shot all night long? Fuck no.

Double post. Pee pads work. Sammy has peed only on the pee pad since I put it down. I wish he would use the litter box, but I'll take the little victories.

I have had neck pain on my left side for ever. Now I'm getting it on the right. I blame it on walking the dogs. And life in general. This is a thing I do not understand. Everyone I know who goes to a doctor and complains about pain gets a prescription. I go to the doctor and mention pain and they say "physical therapy". I just took some aspirin and I'm waiting for it to work.

I miss Eddie.

BC: Also consider over the counter TENS units. They are fairly safe and easy to use and with a little research on safety they are surprisingly effective.

Oh my god, I'm listening to the Dysfunctional Veterans radio podcast, oh my god I'm laughing so hard it feels like I broke a rib!

I'm feeling a lot better. This is a wimpy flu. The fever broke this... morning? I've gotten a little fuzzy on days and nights... But anyway, I swear that is one of the most profoundly relieving feelings ever. Probably the only time anyone's happy to wake up drenched in sweat. :D

I might brush my teeth today!

I made my mom's drawings move.

If I'd put in more effort, the timing would have been more even, but I was working at the last minute, and this is pretty good for my first time touching professional software in three years.