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Date: 2003-07-29 08:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aynjel.livejournal.com
Late-seaon (dryer) potatoes make for "powdery" french fries.

Date: 2003-07-29 08:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetiger.livejournal.com
Now you've got me imagining converting my washer/dryer into some sort of food dehyration setup. This is more amusing to think about than what was in my head before. ;)

Date: 2003-07-29 08:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lapis-lazuli.livejournal.com
Did you know that "has eighteen letters" ...does!

Date: 2003-07-29 08:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cowboy-r.livejournal.com
An ampallang piercing is just about the most painful thing you can imagine. A Prince Albert piercing is just like being pinched.

Date: 2003-07-29 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aynjel.livejournal.com
The funny thing is that's kinda what happens in a plant. Wash 'em, cut 'em, dry 'em, freeze 'em, fry 'em. Taking the peels off is optional.

Date: 2003-07-29 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] secanth.livejournal.com
One sometimes develops callouses from cross stitching when one can't use a thimble.

Date: 2003-07-29 08:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sythyry.livejournal.com
It's time for us to get a new dryer. The barrel of our current one has slipped somewhat, so that small things can fall behind it while it's drying. I pulled a dozen of your old socks and underwear from it. That new trick about socks getting caught on something in the back is related, too.

Sorry if this is not a delightful new thing to hear.

Date: 2003-07-29 08:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aynjel.livejournal.com
and then you can use the old one for drying potaoes and making powdery french fries!

Date: 2003-07-29 08:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kibbles.livejournal.com
I am trying to think of good baby stuff -- hhhm.

Nope. Nothing there. How about. . .

Coney Island has the last permanent 'freak show' in the USA.

http://www.coneyisland.com


Date: 2003-07-29 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetiger.livejournal.com
It's okay. I'm planning to use that one for drying potatoes from now on.

The actual problem is of course, that I'm afraid I already knew that. :(

Date: 2003-07-29 08:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oakenguy.livejournal.com
If you go to the Boston Public Gardens in the wintertime when the squirrels are hungry and put seeds in the palm of your hand, they'll come and eat right out of it. And then while they're eating, you can curl your fingers and tickle their bellies.

Squirrel belly fur is VERY soft.

Date: 2003-07-29 09:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetiger.livejournal.com
I guess I knew that implicitly, but never thought about it!

Date: 2003-07-29 09:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] haikujaguar.livejournal.com
My mother crochets afghans of many different kinds and of all sorts of skill levels (depending on her mood and how hard she wants to work). She's made afghans with mooses on them for my sister, afghans that look like quilts, afghans that have soft crocheted flowers on them.

When I was little, I used to help her with the modular afghans (those made from granny squares or octagons) by stacking them by color. The colors and the weight of the yarn entranced me. I spent many happy hours while my mother crocheted, playing with yarn.

When I moved out of the house, my mother had six afghans. She asked me which one I wanted to take with me to my new, married life. I said "All of them."

And she gave them to me: the afghan with the crayon design, the gray and rose quilt, the psychedelically colored 'leftover yarn' octagon, the two long-line runner afghans, and the venerable granny square which is the first afghan I remember in my life. Since I've moved she's made me two more, one to match my sofa set, and a big heavy fuzzy one made when I admired one she'd made for her house.

She complains loudly to everyone that I 'stole' her afghans, but she always smiles when she says it. Once, she told me quietly that it made her very happy that I loved them all so much.


Did your parents ever do or give you anything like that?

Date: 2003-07-29 09:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetiger.livejournal.com
I will pass this information on to any friends with that sort of inclination and equipment, as I have neither. I did indded have to look up the former to find out what it was.

Unfortunately the number of people who can compare that pain with the pain of going through labor is very small, if not zero.

Date: 2003-07-29 09:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetiger.livejournal.com
Not yet. But I wouldn't be surprised if some of my baby stuff has been hiding at my mom's house and appears when she comes to see Mothra.

Date: 2003-07-29 09:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] queenofstripes.livejournal.com
The secret Masonic password is "JUBALCAIN."

There is a record shop in Columbus, OH named "Magnolia Thunderpussy."

George Pal, director of "Destination Moon," "The Seven Faces of Dr. Lao," and the 1953 version of "War of the Worlds" was good friends with animator Walter Lantz, and hid Woody Woodpecker somewhere in every one of his films as a private joke.

From: [identity profile] elven-wolf.livejournal.com
Santa Claus is Canadian. The north pole is technically in Canadian territory.
From: [identity profile] elven-wolf.livejournal.com
And I'm an ass for making one of the assinine typos I hate the most.

Date: 2003-07-29 09:15 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] redbird
There were two kings of Sicily called "Frederick III" (okay, it's not all that exciting, but I'm fairly sure you didn't already know it).

Date: 2003-07-29 09:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cowboy-r.livejournal.com
You asked for something you didn't know, not useful information. 8)

Date: 2003-07-29 09:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] en-ki.livejournal.com
Misguided cat breeders almost extinguished the polydactyl strain of Maine Coon cat in the course of the 20th century, but a few hardy souls kept the gene alive and are now gradually restoring to the world a population of cats who can turn doorknobs and say "murp".

The inverse-square law of gravity is not a mystery of nature, but rather a necessary property of the symmetry of space. (The symmetry of space, of course, remains a mystery of nature.)

The girlfriend of the brother of the girlfriend of the son of the math professor who regularly eats lunch at the club of which I was once vice-president has been known to wear a T-shirt featuring a couch named pants.

Date: 2003-07-29 09:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tuftears.livejournal.com
How about a cheerful little short-short story?

It was the dawn of the age of reason in Italy when Lombard DiMedici, most hated man in all Florence, declared that he would hold a series of banquets over twelve days, at which a different quarter of that storied city would be feted and given small trinkets, so that all might speak well of him. The poor, he said, would be given wooden florins printed with his face upon one side and the first words of the Lord's Prayer upon the other, so they might give thanks to God who gave of his bounty to Lombard, so that he could dispense this to others. The small merchants would be given copper coins on the next day, the richer ones silver, then the minor nobles would receive gold, and so forth...

Alas for dear Lombard, on the very first feast-day, it was the sixth course between two heavy meat dishes heaped high with greased slivers of almonds, a clear soup filled with pearl-like kernels of rice in which he toppled over face-first into his turreen, much to everyone's shock. "Poison!" his sister shouted as the other feasters gave their own plates worried looks. "Summon the cooks! We will know which of them has put the poison into what dish." And so the chefs were brought in shackles and threatened with dire torment if they did not reveal their machinations.

"I cannot tell a lie," Pias said. "I sprinkled a small bit of death's head into the pate. But it was not enough to kill, I swear on the Virgin Mary! It was only enough so that it would build up over the course of twelve feast days, and so he would die before everyone's eyes on the last day..." The next chef however, turned white. "But I too had put a small amount of arsenic into the drumsticks coated with honey and rolled in sesame seeds..." And each chef revealed his own machinations in turn, until the sister had had enough of the veritable banquet of poisons that everyone had eaten -- by this point, several patrons turned green had stumbled to the door. "You shall all be executed," she declared. "And your heads placed upon pikes as examples to all that in Florence, we hold good cooking to be a sacred art, against which you have blasphemed!"

As the feast dissipated, she smiled to herself and used a napkin to wipe off the poisoned lipstick that she had donned before kissing her brother.

Date: 2003-07-29 10:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beetiger.livejournal.com
Your definition of "cheerful" is very interesting, Lynx.

Date: 2003-07-29 10:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tuftears.livejournal.com
Yes, but do you feel more cheerful now? (looks ynnocent)

Date: 2003-07-29 10:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] postrodent.livejournal.com
Hmm. I'm trying to think of something that would be of some vague interest to you (ergo, nothing about the failed Soviet manned-moon-landing program) and that I haven't already told you (I can't remember if I told you that Bryan Adams went to my high school, and was informed [correctly, in artistic terms] by the guidance counselors that he'd never amount to anything).
How's this: we're holding a party/gathering on Puzzlebox this Friday night, starting at 1930 EST, and another one on Saturday, same time. If you're not busy, we'd love to see you there. :)
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