There I am, minding my dishwashing, listening to euro-something, when a truly painful pun occurs to me: (more…)
“Son, go get me some eatin’ cheese.”
I craned my neck backwards of the armrest of the couch and fixed one eye on my father. “What’d you call it?”
“Eatin’ cheese. I want some cheese to gnaw on, an’ I know your mother went to the store jus’ yestiday.”
“Yeah, that. What the hell is eatin’ cheese, dad? All cheese is meant to be ‘et.”
“No that ain’t true, there’s eatin’ cheese and then there’s cookin’ cheese.”
“Cookin… you mean shredded cheese, pop?”
“Yeah, that’s cheese you cook with.”
“Pop that’s ridiculous, I’ve seen you eat shredded cheese outta the package with both hands. All cheese is meant to be eaten. You wouldn’t say ‘Bring me some welding-cheese’ would you?”
My father sighed, and pointed to the Kitchen. Grumbling, I pulled myself out of the Dave-sized imprint in the couch and padded to the kitchen to fix a nosh plate.
“Bring some pickles and a couple beers while yer up!” he hollered from the living room.
A grey floating fog grabbed hold of my right ankle and started to drag me bodily down the hall as my friends screamed and panicked. I saw the dim fluorescent blubs flickering overhead as we picked up speed, my jacket and shirt torn away so the tender flesh of my back began to skid against cold tile. There was a roaring, and I felt blood trickling across my face.
To which I mentally told myself, FUCK ALL THIS and curled my head up to my knees. I could hear my Pilates teacher screaming at me from beyond time, “PULL! PULLPULLPULL PULLLLL! SQUEEZE ALL THE THINGS! (Ho boy, hyou’re gonna really hate me for dees.) ENGAGE YEER MAASCLES!”
Thank you Mrs. Bollet, I thought as my hands reached up and plunged into the clammy velvetty mass of ectoplasm. I grabbed. I tore. I dug. I constricted. My faceless attacker let out a wail like a fog horn and collapsed, leaving me to skid a dozen feet on my ass. I gobbled and shoveled ghost-essence into my foam-ringed smacker, making noises not unlike a kitten feasting on an especially plump and blood-gorged mouse. I leaped from wall to wall grabbing chunks of ethereal flesh as they tried to wriggle away from my hungry wrath.
Finally, it was over. I burped a small puff of evil and patted my rotund stomach. Ken and Robin and especially Eric, all looked on with admiration and horror.
Make a teenage horror victim outta ME why don’tcha.
Another really good homemade cleaner based on a recipe from Whole New Mom:
- 0.25 cup Distilled White Vinegar
- 0.25 cup Isopropyl Alcohol (AKA: Propanol, rubbing alcohol)
- 1 tbsp Corn Starch (Allergies? Substitute tapioca or arrowroot powder.)
- 1.5 cup Water
- 3 to 5 drops Blue Food Coloring
- Optional: 5 to 10 drops essential oil for scent
Combine in a general purpose spray bottle. Shake well before using, the corn starch will settle to the bottom of your container.
From Wellness Mama, a simple and amazingly effective scouring powder recipe:
- 1.0 cup baking soda
- 0.5 cup coarse kosher salt
- 0.5 cup borax
Combine and keep in an airtight container or mason jar. Great on kitchen and bathroom fixtures. Add a few drops of essential oils if you need a nice smell, make sure to shake thoroughly to combine. May settle over time, so always be sure to re-shake your compounds before use.
Side effects of going without sweets, booze, meats, and processed grains for a month:
- An avocado is a treasured treat.
- Indian cuisine makes MUCH more sense.
- You know hundreds of hidden names for carbohydrates.
- Companies add sugar to ridiculous things, such as mustard and mayonnaise.
- You can closely estimate weight and volume in both Metric and Imperial.
- Going to bed hungry is no longer scary.
- You wonder what ever made you like Wendy’s Hamburgers.
- Cheese is amazing and you want it all the time.
When you have as many fatal allergies as I have, one develops a certain relationship with one’s upper-respiratory system. Obsessed is a nice way of putting it. Ghoulish is perhaps more accurate. I’ve had something along the order of 40 bacterial sinus infections in my life. That’s a little more than one for every year I’ve been alive. The one thing you never forget, and I’ve confirmed this with other sufferers who might’ve benefited from a custom fit space suit every spring is the taste.
It’s musky, fungus-like, with a texture not unlike the lumps in tapioca pudding. It’s also the one symptom that cannot be counterfeited or ignored. Right up to the point one spits that telltale loogie into the desk-side waste basket, the symptoms can be explained any number of ways: “Oh it’s just a cold. Perhaps I need to up my Claritin dose. There was a lot of smoke in the club last night. Changing altitudes can ratchet up the pressure. I just forgot to neti-pot last night.”
It’s the classic delusion, explaining to your grandkids that the recurring tightness in your chest is just a pulled muscle. Because whatever the cost, you do NOT want another course of Amoxiclav. Better to weep bloody tears and try scraping your honker out with a bottle brush than spend a week on the commode.
Today I am at the crux of a decision: Do I make an appointment for 10 days of antibiotic hell, or do I attempt to let this disease run it’s course? What do you think, Internet?
I received an email from a relative today asking me about a suspicious email from her ISP, Comcast, suggesting she upgrade her hardware for “Speed” purposes. I spent a fair bit of time composing a response, which I will now share here for posterity. I welcome feedback on this issue from my fellow net professionals in the interest of creating a more coherent argument. TIA!
Short Story: It’s a legitimate Comcast email, but they’re trying to scam you. Disregard!
Long story: So it’s funny, your current hardware is perfectly capable. And you won’t necessarily get better speed with the new hardware. So the question becomes, “Why does Comcast want to change out my hardware?”
See, Comcast is in competition with Netflix. That’s not a secret.
What Comcast would like to keep secret is how they’re causing direct interference with competing web services through the use of something called traffic shaping.
Let’s say you have the Comcast Basic, and you’re speed is set at 10Mbps. That means you can download about 1 megabyte of stuff every second. With your current hardware, this won’t change. BUT! Lets say you’re watching an episode of Sherlock through Netflix or Amazon or YouTube or whatever. Comcast would prefer that you use THEIR streaming video service, XFinity. They don’t want you to use Netflix. Can they do anything to convince you to prefer XFinity over Netflix?
What they’d like to do is slow down your connection to Netflix so it runs maybe at 2Mbps instead of 10. So now your Sherlock episode is freezing and looks kinda blotchy and the sound keeps going in and out.
“THEY CAN’T DO THAT!” Oh yes they can! Or at least, they’d like you to think that way. Then when you call technical support to complain, they’ll say, “Oh gee, it looks like streaming through XFinity is working fine, why don’t you just use that?” And that’s how they’re attempting to take money away from Netflix.
Illegal? Maybe. Currently there’s a political movement called Net Neutrality which would ban these sort of shenanigans. I am, of course, very interested in the outcome of this particular battle. But, you might be wondering what this has to do with your email you’re receiving from Comcast.
Important Bit: They can’t slow down your connection to Netflix with your old hardware!
That’s why they want you to upgrade. The bit about you getting better speed? Blatant lie. Hold on to your current hardware as long as you can. Comcast is trying to stiff you.
Summary: Don’t listen to Comcast, they’re scummy and shysters and they wanna charge you more for doing things you’re already used to doing. Sorry for the long response, but I felt it important that you understand the level of duplicity you’re dealing with. I HIGHLY recommend watching this 3 1/2 minute video on Net Neutrality by noted Internet Smart Guy, CGP Grey.
Thanks for asking, love you, and have a great weekend!
Does anybody really know what file this is
Does anybody really care
“Wipe that Driiiiive“
If so I’ll run chkdsk a while
Uninstall will take a bit of time.
PS: If you’re still confused, listen to This.
PPS: Yes I’m a dork shut up.
1 x Styrofoam beer cooler as incubator
1 x Heavy stock pot
1 x Digital Temperature Probe (Example)
4 x Canning rings or custard cups
1 x Steaming basket w/o center post (Example)
1 x Gallon of milk, the less-processed the better
1. Place canning rings or custard cups inside stock pot.
2. Rest steaming basket on top of rings/cups.
3. Place milk jug inside steaming basket, fill pot with water to 1 inch below rim of pot.
4. Puncture milk jug lid with temperature probe, set alarm for 185 F.
5. Heat milk over medium-low heat until alarm sounds.
6. Take pot off heat and place in sink.
7. Using a hot pad, take milk out of pot.
8. Remove basket and custard cups with tongs.
9. Pour hot water down drain.
10. Start filling pot with cold water, replace milk jug in pot.
11. Fill pot to rim with cold water.
12. Wait, check temperature every 15 minutes.
13. Once temp reaches 115 F, pull milk jug and set aside.
14. Dump warm pot water into styrofoam incubator to warm interior.
15. Take 1 to 2 Tbsp of existing yogurt and place in a clean coffee mug.
16. Temper yogurt with warm milk, stir with a chop stick to blend.
17. Reintroduce blended yogurt and milk carefully into milk jug. (A funnel may be used if needed.)
18. Empty warm water from incubator, place milk jug and temperature probe into incubator.
19. Set aside for 8 Hours minimum.