Rest in Peace, Marlys.
My bartender for a short time, and my friend for much longer.
Inventor of the Tacotini, the most disgusting drink I have ever tasted.
One of the funniest motherfuckers I’ve ever known: witty and sardonic while simultaneously compassionate and unpretentious.
A perfect partner in crime to those with the wisdom to recognize your genius.
The world is dimmer without you in it.
I'll be playing some Steely Dan for you tonight.
Weird things I do now, because of my allergy:
- *Carry at least 2.5 liters of beverage (water, kombucha, chicken broth) to work with me daily. I usually only consume 1.5, but I don't want to get stuck with only poisoned water to drink if I have a long day.
- *Carry a travel bottle of Dr. Bronner's soap for washing my hands, and a black bandana for drying my hands with me to work, and when going out for a prolonged period.
- *Throw away food that has touched the floor, or even a counter that I have not wiped down with corn-free cleaner in the last 15 minutes.
- *Similarly, opt to put a fork that has been set down on a suspect surface into the dishwasher rather than give it a quick rinse and reuse it.
- *Get Eric to lick envelopes, or wet them with a moistened finger. Yes, I know they make the self adhesive kind, but I have most of a box of the other kind left.
- *Use forks to eat things that one would normally eat by hand. (Even if I've washed my hands, there's a good chance I'll touch clothes, mail, boxes, etc while eating and not even realize it.)
- *Pause for 5-10 minutes after taking one or two bites of a food to see how I feel, even if I've eaten that thing before.
- Use the term "tolerate" in the sense of being able to eat something without a reaction, rather than referring to whether I like it or not.
- Use the term "corny" to mean something that might contain enough traces of corn to cause a mild-to-moderate reaction.
- *Wipe my nose on my sleeve. Well, actually I did this already, but now it's out of fear of a reaction to any paper products I might use instead.
- *Pass over shiny, clean-looking vegetables for ones that have dirt all over them.
- Eat fats (coconut oil) by the spoonful because it's calories and I know it won't cause a reaction.
- *Time trying new foods with evenings and weekends, so that I have time to recover from a reaction before going back to work.
- Save tea leaves and coffee grounds for growing oyster mushrooms on.
- Bottle Kombucha or some other home ferment really quick before work in the morning so that it doesn't get too sour by evening.
- Time my work schedule around making bone broth (which needs to be simmered for 24-72 hours depending on the type of bones).
The last two started because of doing GAPS, but also kitchen-sink soup has become a good quick meal standby, so I try to always have broth around. And Kombucha is both a supplement (probiotics and b vitamins) and is my only "treat," since I can't really do sodas or juices.
All *'d items are habits I adopted after a reaction to that specific scenario.
Steve Madden, a popular footwear designer, has named this boot "The Taco".
If I have to explain why this is offensive, you are not my target audience. Please move on. It's for sale on Amazon.
Rather than spend a lot of time and energy yelling about it, I think a more productive use of that energy would be to go write a satirical review. And also pass this on to encourage your funny friends to do so, as well.
A couple of notes about reviewing on Amazon: You *do* need to have an Amazon account, and to have purchased at least one item from the web site. It doesn't need to be the item you are reviewing. So no, not everyone can play, and yes, there is a certain lack of anonymity here, if you care very much about your Amazon review history. Amazon has pretty easy-going review policies and it is NOT their practice to take reviews down, but they do have some rules
. Specifically prohibited are:
"Obscene or distasteful content
Profanity or spiteful remarks
Promotion of illegal or immoral conduct"
Some people added me and I just now noticed. I last checked many months ago. I think I went through and caught everyone who is not abandoned or a spammer, or just a choad, and added them back.
If there are any *active* folks who have added me and I haven't added back, this is a good time to speak up and let me know you're a real person. If I don't add you back *then*, it might be because I think you're an asshole. ^_^
Recently, when I logged onto Netflix, on my recommendation list next to Trancers, The Big Lebowski, Louis CK, and The Dunwich Horror, was: Vanilla Ice: Cool As Ice.
No shit, Vanilla Ice. I don't know what the fuck I watched to make Netflix think I needed to see this film, but if their AI thinks I needs to watch it, who am I to argue? So I put it on. This trailer should give you an idea of what I was in for:
So I watched it. The whole thing. After the cavorting-in-a-construction-site scene, I almost gave up, but ended up making it through the whole thing.
And this is how I felt about it:
Oh my god those pants.
This film made it all the way through shooting, editing, and being released. By Universal Studios.
P.S. I swear I do not have a lazy eye, just the angle of the camera was weird or something.
I am removing myself from it, and soon I am going to post a comment that explains why in not very nice terms. I do not know what the repercussions of that will be, so I am backing up my m_c application here.( Application \m/Collapse )
Leave it to me to take a questionnaire of already epic length and make it even longer than appears to be the norm.
More visible orange action.
This guy had the best response to the multitude of flier-spammers: "I'm sorry, I can't read."
Yes, that happened.
This happened, too.
Bird carnage. The train conductor saw it, laughed, and left it there.
And then we went to the beach.
Eric Duffy lookin' scruffy.
We found the "Bio" (organic) booth at the market.
I was really happy about it.
We ate stinky brain cheese on a stick. Dear god, it was divine. I think it was called Saint-Mar... Saint something with an M. Not Marie or Martin.
We now use terms form this video to reference having partied beyond our endurance.
That's my calf, complete with fingernail scratch from crowd-surfing during Judas Priest.
This one actually happened the first night of the fest, before there was even any music. Two bottles of wine!
Burghard smacks the lip.
Prelude to above picture. Those shoes belong to a married Australian girl. And no, he did NOT score, she just fell asleep in his tent. He woke up and pointed at her silently, mouthing, "Who the fuck is this?"
Offered without comment.
This is Damien, from Normandy. He was rad, but too drunk to either write down his email address, or dictated it to me. Seriously, too drunk to dictate. I have video that I will *not* post of him attempting to pee in the bushes and nearly failing.
I have never seen a first-on-the-bill opening band get the kind of reception that Phalgeron (formerly Phlegethon) get regularly.
"Feeding the Phlegethon", opening for Ensiferum and Fintroll on 2/12/2011.
, you met one or more of these guys. See what I mean about them being total nerds?) I'm in there, somewhere, 1 row back from the stage, right in front of the guitarist, but I'm much shorter than most of the guys around me so you just catch glimpses of the top of my head. Eric swears I go flying through the pit a couple of times, but I don't recall doing that, at least not during their set. I do recall ending up piled on top of Axl and Jess of Sacrament Ov Impurity at some point during Ensiferum, though. They're so tall, it's hard to not
climb them like trees.