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Hexagonic dining
auntsandiego, I do hope that you continue to write. I really appreciated this one on Hexagone--glad you go for a nice meal now and then. It doesn't sound like you are spending on much else, and I believe that you are in the dire straits you seem to be. I can totally understand that you would splurge on Restaurant Week. It is a great deal, and a way to learn about food, for people like me and my man, too. I think that folk are reacting to your blog because you don't seem to have much empathy for the homeless. That is something you'll have to work out on your own, but I can understand that someone might get fed up with homeless men pissing and drinking and yelling in the street--that is why we moved from downtown. I can't imagine what it must be like to be older, and feel afraid walking by people you've become used to having yell at you. That is something I hope not to experience when I'm older. That said, maybe you can develop some more empathy for the folk you see daily, and smile now and then--you'll be a calmer person for it, and so will they, in some cases. ;) About warmed bread at one's table: The fact that the bread was not warmed at Hexagone, doesn't seem like a big deal to me--try tasting it, and determine if it is of good quality, as it probably is. It is probably going to be slightly nutty, chewy, with a great crust full of character, if it is a good French baguette, or country loaf. Here's the thing, auntie: The French do not generally warm their bread at table, so you have to evaluate it on other points. Bon appetit!— January 28, 2010 6:14 a.m.
CCDC and other disappointments
No, he doesn't want you to die, auntiesd. Just ignore it. You people need to have a little respect for your elders--Pete, especially you--cool it!— January 28, 2010 5:43 a.m.
Tundra # 1
Yeah, pics!— January 27, 2010 5:10 p.m.
Watch Your Butts
re: #92: "What's good for the goose is perfectly acceptable for the gander." You are the only one sidestepping anything. You are doing a little tapdance around your bad ethical choices because you don't want to admit that you don't have a right to protest as a taxpayer against the government's spending habits. Perfectly acceptable? It is not acceptable, because you are committing felonies, and because, more importantly, you are screwing over the taxpayer. Being a tax cheat, you cannot rightfully and logically take a position against the government, and decry its actions, because you both screw the taxpayer in a similar manner; by doing what you do, you condone the actions of the government. You constantly bemoan what has become of this country--if everyone decided selfishly to do what you do, the infrastructure would crumble entirely, as I said. Therefore, you take part in the destruction of this country. Your logic is not even twisted logic, Pete--there is no logic here, unless you want to call it the logic of greed and social irresponsibility.— January 27, 2010 5:04 p.m.
Watch Your Butts
It's hilarious how you try to avoid a straight answer, Pete. By the way, you aren't very good at doing it, as we saw in the examples with Fred, too... Let's put capital punishment aside, as it has absolutely nothing to do with this, or any of the questions I asked you, and let's also put aside your assessment that your answers will be "right," (not to mention my predicted "realization" of this)---as not useful-- --- and just answer the damn questions! --If you can and will. If you are honest, it should hurt a little, unless you are a total sociopath.— January 27, 2010 2:08 p.m.
American Idol -- Vanilla Flavor
re: #59: Oh! Sorry to hear Babe is no longer with us. Perhaps you have some kitties who still are?— January 27, 2010 11:13 a.m.
American Idol -- Vanilla Flavor
re: #58: "Daniels, it isn't the croc who loses his wig, it's the monkey. :)" How much would you like to bet? Croc loses the blonde wig even while introducing the song "Wonderful Life" or whatever it is called. Continues losing wig doing vigorous backup. It's hard to keep blonde wigs on crocs--everybody knows that! re: #59: In response to Duhbya's suggestion that he change handles, another song. (Just picture the blonde-wigged croc crooning this one softly): Don't go changin' To try and please us You never worked that hard before Hmmmhmmm, it wouldn't suit ya Any better We love you just the way you are... ;)— January 27, 2010 11:12 a.m.
Wall Street is feasting off Main Street’s pain
re: #67: I think he should have written a play entitled "Running From Salliemae." It would be interesting to know how many students have defaulted on loans in the last few years--maybe SurfPuppy knows the stats? Anyway, holy cow--Beckett DID write that play, Mr. Bauder! Why, here's an excerpt: Vladimir: We have to come back to-morrow. Estragon: What for? Vladimir: To wait for Salliemae. Estragon: Ah! (Silence.) She didn't come? Vladimir: No. Estragon: And now it's too late. Vladimir: Yes, now it's night. Estragon: And if we dropped her? (Pause.) If we dropped her? Vladimir: She'd punish us. You know, I think you're onto something here, Mr. Bauder. Have you read this play yet? You promised you would in another thread--you know, it's important to have hobbies besides opera. Even if you can't go on, you must go on. ;)— January 27, 2010 11:05 a.m.
Bonus Blog: You mean you can get paid to Twitter????
Oh yeah, what about the "cell phone novel?" Read any?— January 27, 2010 2:29 a.m.
Tundra # 1
If I were a grandmother, I would not allow people to call me "Dottie." ;) Hee hee... "Tundra:" "When Tundra would notice me noticing her, she’d stop her advancement on my food and begin to move her front paws energetically as if she had just discovered something on the carpet to play with." Oooh yes, I am familiar with this kind of innocent "playing it off." My year-old Maine Coon, Mica, is quite the amateur actor, too. Sometimes he drops the act entirely, and just scoots over the desk, to defiantly smack a six-toed mitt square down on the plate, on top of whatever cold item 'the man' has prepared during my long spell of non-cooking. When 'the man' oofs in surprise and annoyance, Mica immediately drops a shoulder to the desk in semi-wrestler come on, saying "Oh yeah. I did it. My paw, your toast. Bring it on, dude!" Love it--you know, quillpena, and I think I may speak for a few of us around here--you are filling a gaping, lonely space opened up by the departure of Adam of Normal Heights, whose cat Stella wrote us a blog about her life and that of the 'two legs' she loved. Thanks for picking up the slack...or string...or cat wand--whatever! Bring on the cats, man! Can't wait for numero dos!— January 27, 2010 2:26 a.m.