shrug
I don't need receipts. Maybe that's too trusting of me, I'll admit that.
Pronell
joined 2 years ago
Damn solid apology.
This was back in 2000, had just gone through a divorce. Had gotten a new pad with a friend and started hanging out with his stoner buddies. (Most of them are still close friends to this day.)
I took something like five hits of acid. I'd tried it only once before and it didn't too much for me, so I upper the dosage.
I still didn't get visuals, but it was an interesting trip.
A friend of mine was on the couch flipping through cable and settled on a claymation Don Quixote, which was just perfect for a melting reality. Thumbprints in the clay, rough work.
And I did something really goddamned stupid. I took out my new fancy chisels to practice on a block of wood.
Thankfully I didnt cut myself. I was being careful and just trying to gouge out a volcano on the end of a block of pine, twisting my arm to turn the block.
I went through some deep internal stuff about how I treated myself and women, why I'd been alone for so long.
In the weeks to follow I asked out four women I had crushes on and was shot down each time, but the point was I held onto this shit rather than ever expressed any interest. It was really useful.
So I'm coming off the trip and I'm sitting at my computer, and my hand just slides off the keyboard.
Repeatedly.
I'd held my arm in that extreme twisted position so long whilst contemplating my love life, set to claymation Don Quixote, that I almost gave myself fucking nerve damage.
I think that, in the process, you'll be creating enough Gilbert Gottfried impersonators that they couldn't all be low-quality any longer.
Just one little hitch in your otherwise flawless plan.
I couldn't possibly say from this post whether she genuinely cares about you or not.
But at the moment she is being blatantly disrespectful of who you are and how you see yourself, even if she is trying to help.
It could be she doesn't realize she is being hurtful and could embrace you for who you are with a bit of prodding... and the other extreme is that she is someone who will never try to see your side, for whichever reasons have made this so ingrained to her.
I can't know, because I don't know her or her motivations. I may be naive but I trust that she does love you, even if she's imperfect in showing it and maybe even if she's a bigot.
Love is weird like that, and you can still love people who don't understand. Hell, you can even love people you hate, but I dont think she hates you.
I think she cares deeply and is trying to help... and doing a terrible job of it, but she's still trying, which would mean that she does indeed love you.
The Swedish chef, bork bork bork!
I loved that book!
That explains the strain names!
Word.
I thought Gene Hackman made a terrible Lex Luthor.
He had zany, madcap schemes that just happened to work. He didn't seem to be smart, let alone a genius. That's the script.
And as an actor he was just goofy Gene Hackman, barely acting at all.
I was already not buying their crap.
Now I can do so gleefully.
Basic recipe at: https://www.gimmesomeoven.com/no-knead-bread/
I now add a tablespoon of diastatic malt powder and knead it a fair bit for the 2-3 hour version.
Baked at 450F for 30 minutes top on, 5 off.
The browning on the bottom (in the comments) is not burning but delicious caramelization. The diastatic malt powder causes the crust to brown with sugars.
Will add a picture of crumb once it is fully cooled.
Best pizza I've made yet. Diastatic malt powder is a real game changer.
Left to right and actually sorted oldest to youngest we have:
Bernie Sanders is eight years old.
Miles Morales is just over four.
Abed Nadir & Troy Barnes are two and a quarter.
Maryjane is just over a year and is a foster fail. I'm the one that insisted on the failure. My dad adopted Mongo from the same litter.
Maryjane was supposed to be a Peter Parker but my wonderful professional vet tech wife was wrong this time.
Somehow everyone gets along in our house. 5 cats, 2 labradors, 1 tortoise, almost zero fights.
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The clickbait title drew me in and I read that entire damned article.
And I've never even read any Saul Bellow.