The temporary Hastings thread

I think that's up to you, John. (And I can say that since - although I'm French Canadian on my mother's side, I'm a good, safe distance from St. Paul.)

IF I GET TO HIT CANADIANS, I HAVE A NEW HOLIDAY FAVORITE.

Let the dream be true.

Think it's time to deal with those anger issues, John? Oh, what the hell, it's a holiday. We should just let you enjoy it.

WHY U BRAEK MY CHARMING ATTRIBUTES?

Just trying to protect you from more distortions of your skeletal system. And the attendant medical bills.

Have you ever met a Canadian? They're frail, wispy people...

We need to invent a slur for Canadians. "Nucks" has already been coined by David Foster Wallace, but I think that HSTNGS can do better.

THEY ARE AMASSED ON OUR NORTHERN BORDER, PEOPLE! THE TIME FOR ACTION IS AT HAND!

John, when you're arrested for instigating an "international incident," I'm not bailing you out this time.

Also - I am not frail or wispy, and I never have been. (I will admit to possibility that this is due to Irish/German/Norwegian heritage on other side).

I went to Canada on my honeymoon. I don't remember thinking that the people there were frail or wispy. But I might have been distracted. LOTS of good food in Winnipeg. For one thing.

ALL CANADIANS LOOK LIKE THE KID FROM "RUDOLF THE RED-NOSED REINDEER". THIS IS INCONTREVERTIBLE FACT.

They also hate freedom, which is why we now call it "freedom bacon".

John, it may be time to revisit whether taking those drugs in college was such a good idea. Or possibly it's just time for a visit to the optometrist. You make the call.

I suggest that we call them "Hermeys", courtesy of the aforementioned elf-boy.

No matter what you say or do, I don't think you're going to get to replace John Bolton at the UN, John. Not even if you imitate the ridiculous mustache.

Furthermore, since when are you surrounded by "frail, wispy people?" P3rry alone looks like he could throw regular sized people across a room.

I regularly give the Fench Canadian portion of my heritage a beating.
Thing is, it always just rolls over and takes it, but whines about it later.

I just spent like 20 minutes of 2 tracks of a drumbeat.
I think I may move that into a drum machine program as opposed to torturing myself in constructing it manually. It's in 4/4 and everything.
Problems come in that I want to wang on metal objects for one track and I'm without good overhead mic(s) currently.

That and syncing. I figure if I give myself a decent lead time I can correct, so long as both playback and recording are digital.

I'll get that platter to you tomorrow John, along with 2 CDs with the same WAV file on them.
Note: The cleaning and watering process lostened the label on one side.

EVIL EVIL KITTY!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_45yEH0BrDc

THE FUCK:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TuSUFzqkVCE

Did I ever tell you guys about how one of the kids I was driving the summer I worked as a van driver for Dakota County's bad bad chilluns summer program was the living embodiment of "The Bad Seed" who was in the program because she tried to burn down the old middle school? She was 13 and her mom dressed her like one of those creepy dolls but she talked and acted like Regan from "The Exorcist". I bet she loves those new condos (they look more flammable, for one thing).

Canadians are about as wispy as Minnesotans, in my experience. They also tend to smell like sasquatch pie.

Dan, seriously. Your autobiography in 2007. I think we'd all enjoy that. (Plus, what summer did you do that?!)

What the hell is sasquatch pie? When did you start sniffing Canadians?

i saw a football match on boxing day. well good.

hi dere, i am in england

gbx are you having fun? I'm jealous!

"Winter break" from school is too long.

Hi Sara!

I'm just sitting here getting ready to see my dad for lunch. I PH3AR he will try to take me to Country Buffet (remember, my dad = Homer Simpson). So not gonna happen...I've already told him I would rather eat a urinal cake.

Giboyeux, how's the LDN?

not in LDN yet -- still oop north

Hi Suzy!

I am sitting here, accomplishing exactly nothing. Um, except downloading cds to my computer and hoping my kids will behave.

Country Buffet? I'm with you. Good luck...

I want to know if gbx is eating curry everyday, as promised.

Yorks or Lancs, G?

Curry is a distinct possibility oop north, like. Also for surprisingly good curry in the TC, Sara, there are these veggie curries in Byerly's Indian section for $3 a sachet or thereabouts which are super-spicy. I had a "cottage cheese and peas" one (mutter paneer) and found it good enough to satisfy my craving. I suspect it will be much better than other TC options which tend to not restrict their curry purveyance to Indian subcontinent.

Mmmmy Byerly's. I had no clue they had those, thanks for the tip Suzy! I looooove super-spicy stuff. Northfield has two Indian restaurants now - Chapati (good, but pricey) and Kurry Kabob - which I can't bring myself to enter because the name is so goofy. I've had good take-out from Sambol in Eagan, but can't speak to authenticity because I'm clueless on that level.

It is depressing me now that I'm probably just going to have a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch.

Lancs. Forgotten how much I like a northern accent. It's well good. Especially from the mouths of babes -- I've got a grip of iddle second cousins now, and they're unstoppably cute.

Had curry for dinner last night! And a samosa for lunch today.

Which Lancs?

SRC, Indian place closest to me has too pan-Asian a menu and has beef dishes, WTF? Real Indians don't kill cows, even for Minnewegians. Kurry Kabob will be Pakistani/Punjabi so I'd say get over there, it's probably going to be better than you'd expect. Clue: if they allude to meat in the restaurant's name you're probably looking at a North Indian. Sambol just guessin' is south Indian.

I want a samosa now.

Hmmmm, maybe I can overlook the Kurry Kabob name. It is the "K"s that have been driving me away! What is it I always get from Sambol... some kind of cheese in a creamy sauce that is spicy and colored orange. Palak Paneer maybe?

Okay the thing with the beef is really weird.

That's palak paneer. Byerly's has that *and* saag paneer and muttar paneer.

The other weird thing is that the Indian place had no lamb dishes.

Why do I live in a godforsaken place, so far from Byerly's?

I'm starving now, btw.

No lamb dishes? :(

I am trying to find a way to get a few boxes of wild rice soup through customs.

It's a prescription... you have to have the wild rice or you're mysterious illness will return and you'll DIE.

Okay, clearly time for me to go eat something, huh.

i am in clith3r03

twenty minutes from blackburn. mom's got old friends from the south over and we've been talking about horses all night.

Did You Know: a horses shoulders are called 'whithers'?

I know nothing of teh horses! Are you just discussing horses or are you going to go ride them or pet them or at least see them, too?

Unless my sister goes into labor tonight, I must go to HSTNGS to my niece's birthday party. I suppose I should go wrap her gift.

gbx, you spelled "clitoris" wrong, but congratulations on your location nonetheless.

Unless your location "in clitoris" is connected to your new-found horse info, in which case you're on your own.

Call me conservative, but I kind of hope he's on his own anyway in this case.

Yes I knew that about the horsies.

Lunch with my dad was classic; we went to a restaurant on the former site of the amusement park in Excelsior which closed when I was 5 or 6; however the carousel from said park moved to Valleyfair.

Fun lunch! I love amusement parks. Roller coasters!!! However, I think the last time I was at Valleyfair I was a junior in high school. I have to take A. there sometime. (Also, I had no idea there was ever an amusement park in Excelsior).

Mia's b-day party was pretty good, considering. Swimming pool, hot tub, pizza... why do 3 year olds get better parties than I do, though? Unfair.

My dad loves going out to Excelsior and giving the nostalgia tour: "Here is where I did my paper route on horseback. This is where I used to stable my horse. I had about a dozen forts built around this bay. Real good ones. Here is where Danceland used to be; I saw the Rolling Stones there and across the street is the gas station where they peed on the tanks."

See, there's a reason I know about the horsies.

"If it weren't for my horse, I wouldn't have spent that year in college."

Fuck, I need to call my old boss so I can photocopy his degree and use it with questionable legality and ethics.

One way or aonother it's getting done.
Will I eventually have my own 4 year Degree? yeah.
I just refuse to go into debt for it.

Dad's love the nostalgia tours, don't they. I still live in fear that mine is going to insist on taking me to drive on a frozen pond to "teach me to drive on the ice" - doubtless the same one he learned on. I try not to be in Cannon Falls at the same time he is. Sadly, he never had horses... that would have been preferable.

GZeus, I'm going into debt and I won't even get a degree, just a certificate (okay, well, and allegedly I'll be able to be an RN after I finish, assuming I can pass the boards). I already have the B.A. Still going into debt. Madness!!!!

"Helen E. Nebeker's essay, "The Lottery: Symbolic Tour de Force" in American Literature (March, 1974) reveals that every major name in the story has a special significance:

By the end of first two paragraphs, Jackson has carefully indicated the season, time of ancient excess and sacrifice, and the stones, most ancient of sacrificial weapons. She has also hinted at larger meanings through name symbology."
I actually have to consider whether or not to read the rest of this review because he wrote 'symbology.'

Sara I am now so bored I am annoying Willie the Poodle by staging photos of him using my computer.

Do not read reviews of old short stories. Cuz that's just silly.

Suzy, it is too bad you are not closer to Northfield; I could sneak out the window and we could... uh... go to the Rueb, I guess. Instead, you must photograph poodles and I will be forced to fold laundry. The horror, the horror!

I will have a photo of Willie posting to the HSTINGS thread before vtoo long but it's too dark to get much of a good'un.

Promises, promises...

One I just did was too dark but it's amazing what I can accomplish with small pieces of Xmas prime rib leftovers. Yes, this is the world's most spoiled dog, but is not a show-cut poodle and follows the commands SIT! SMILE! DANCE! and the classic DEAD DOG!

I would in fact feed him leftovers forever for soaking my sister by pressing every single power window in her Durango while going through car wash that one time after traumatic visit to dog groomer. That's one of his more specialised tricks.

omg, that is hysterical. Not to mention that I'm sure I'm going to have a crazy dream about poodles tonight now...

Awesome dog.
I claim 600.