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Discordian Recipes / Re: I MAEDED SO MANY THINGS!
« on: April 19, 2017, 07:14:03 am »
HAM CARAMEL

1 stick of butter, salted
brown sugar, some
honey, a little
lemon juice, a little

Melt butter. Throw everything else in. Stir stir stir stir stir stir stir don't let that shit burn. When it smells like it might start to burn, remove from heat. Either pour over a ham as a glaze (and bake for like 15 minutes) or let it cool some, shape it into cubes or balls or what have you and put in the fridge.

Enjoy either your ham or your caramel, or both, fuckit, there's plenty of mixture.

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Discordian Recipes / Re: I MAEDED SO MANY THINGS!
« on: April 15, 2017, 05:21:23 am »
Just a quick note, it ended up being 25 minutes (but the center were warm and not hot, and the mushrooms in the center were underdone) so maybe do these at 350F for 30 minutes and then hit it with the braise setting for another five minutes to get teh bread crumbs nice and brown and crispy.

I would eat like 500 of these.

I saulte you, I was only able to eat one before it was too much for me.

Sounds like an edible food! You can leave the gills in, and just a gentle rinse is good. The stems you can probably chop up and put in the mix or add to the bread crumbs topping.

I'll remember that for next time! :)

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Discordian Recipes / Re: I MAEDED SO MANY THINGS!
« on: April 15, 2017, 02:40:55 am »
Stuffed Mushroom Dinner

5 Portobello Mushrooms
2 1/4 cups imitation crab, finely chopped
1 cup cream cheese
1 cup finely chopped parsley
1 cup chopped green onions
1/2 cup parmesan cheese, grated
1 lb bacon slices
bread crumbs

1. Remove stem from mushroom. Realize you have no idea how to clean a mushroom. Maybe if you stick it under water...? Okay it's peeling, is that supposed to happen? What are you supposed to do with the fluting? You guess you'll just remove it...?

2. Dump the block of room temp cream cheese in. Remove parself leaves from stems. Gosh, this is taking a while, maybe my fingers are not the most efficient, but how do you get rid of the stems otherwise? Okay, good, now do the green onions. Now the crab, and the cheese. Okay, now mix it all together. Realize that you probably should have smashed the cream cheese a bit, to make it easier to work. Oh well, it's fine, you're sure.

2.5. Pour some oil over the mushroom caps, which will be the bottom. I bet olive oil would be nice.

3. Fill the mushrooms with the mix.

4. Wrap the mushrooms in enough slices of bacon to cover the tops, folding the bacon over itself on the bottom, like you're wrapping a bow the wrong way around.

5. Shit, you forgot the bread crumbs AND to preheat the oven. Well, preheat to 375F, you guess. And, uh, sprinkle the bread crumbs over the bacon generously. Whatever, it'll be fine.

6. Having already put the mushrooms on a cookie sheet, slide those tasty treats in the oven and wait. Check after 20 minutes, then check in 5 minute intervals until done because this is the first time you've done this and you made it up and they're not done cooking but you don't want to forget how you made it so you're writing the recipe NOW.

7. Enjoy the hell out of it, hopefully.

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https://youtu.be/KHDtEd87gwM

Noooo ooooone
Storms like Gaston
Makes clouds form like Gaston
Disrupts meteorological norms like Gaston!

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I'm so frustrated right now.

So we got kittens, right, two of them. They are adorable and me and the boy both love them. However, the boy is interested mostly in doing whatever entertains him, and I've had to discuss how cats need respect and gentleness even more than dogs do, because they're slightly more likely to bite and scratch and they won't like being abused. Today I found the boy had put my kitten in a tall laundry hamper and put a puzzle flannel over it so he couldn't get out. I grounded him to his room for the rest of today.

I've been really trying to never resort to the "Because I said so," reasoning that my folks used on me to explain why it's fair to ground him, and explain what isn't fair (torment the cats, disrespect boundaries, so on and so forth), but he still doesn't get it and I'm so  :argh!:

First world problems, right?

That's hard. How old is he now? Sometimes it just takes a few years for empathy to develop.

He's 9. I'm hoping that it's just slow to develop, too.

There was also an incident today involving him and the same kitten. He says he just dropped him on accident, but Munkustrap can't put any weight on his leg and when I touch his knee he growls and shouts at me. Vet tomorrow, and my mom is already treating me like shit because it needs doing.

Have you had him assessed for developmental delays?

I don't think so, but I think I will soon.

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I'm trying to think of something more inadvertently despicable than encouraging a person with an untreated mental illness to ignore all those people out there trying to gaslight them.

What? That sounds... something.


Also, Munkustrap is doing okay. The vet said there's some swelling and bruising in his knee and ankle, but nothing seems outrageously wrong, so they gave  him an anti-inflammatory shot and sent us home with some oral pain meds. If he doesn't get better we have to go get x-rays, bt for now things look good.

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I'm so frustrated right now.

So we got kittens, right, two of them. They are adorable and me and the boy both love them. However, the boy is interested mostly in doing whatever entertains him, and I've had to discuss how cats need respect and gentleness even more than dogs do, because they're slightly more likely to bite and scratch and they won't like being abused. Today I found the boy had put my kitten in a tall laundry hamper and put a puzzle flannel over it so he couldn't get out. I grounded him to his room for the rest of today.

I've been really trying to never resort to the "Because I said so," reasoning that my folks used on me to explain why it's fair to ground him, and explain what isn't fair (torment the cats, disrespect boundaries, so on and so forth), but he still doesn't get it and I'm so  :argh!:

First world problems, right?

That's hard. How old is he now? Sometimes it just takes a few years for empathy to develop.

He's 9. I'm hoping that it's just slow to develop, too.

There was also an incident today involving him and the same kitten. He says he just dropped him on accident, but Munkustrap can't put any weight on his leg and when I touch his knee he growls and shouts at me. Vet tomorrow, and my mom is already treating me like shit because it needs doing.

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I'm so frustrated right now.

So we got kittens, right, two of them. They are adorable and me and the boy both love them. However, the boy is interested mostly in doing whatever entertains him, and I've had to discuss how cats need respect and gentleness even more than dogs do, because they're slightly more likely to bite and scratch and they won't like being abused. Today I found the boy had put my kitten in a tall laundry hamper and put a puzzle flannel over it so he couldn't get out. I grounded him to his room for the rest of today.

I've been really trying to never resort to the "Because I said so," reasoning that my folks used on me to explain why it's fair to ground him, and explain what isn't fair (torment the cats, disrespect boundaries, so on and so forth), but he still doesn't get it and I'm so  :argh!:

First world problems, right?

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Nope. I take anti-depressants. The coherency was unexpected, though, never had it happen before.

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Literate Chaotic / Re: True Trump Stories: The Brown Stroke
« on: April 04, 2017, 02:27:57 am »
I enjoyed it.  :)

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Bring and Brag / Re: P3nT's Shoops
« on: April 03, 2017, 10:58:27 pm »
Yeah, knurd is the state of sobriety so powerful that the fluffy pink clouds of your normal, everyday filters go away and you see the world in hard, cold detail and you become super aware of EVERYTHING and can't really forget much.

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Would you guys say we're the worst forum on the internet? I would.

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I don't know where we found the TV, but it was so cool in the beginning. We could watch whatever and nobody would know what we saw. My brother found it. He hid it in the treehouse basement, in a secret room that had an exit in an abandoned office space. We put in a fridge and a couch and locks, because it was dangerous, watching what we wanted. We wanted to watch a television show for young adult girls, but the tv could air unregulated channels, too.

Something tipped the bureacrocy off. I don't know what. They kept coming by. My dad knew by that point. Mom I don't think she did. She stayed inside, always. She was good.

Someone wanted us in trouble. They were my enemy. But they told the buracracy a different name for my father, and the bureacrocy didn't know any better, so they came. I was trapped in the room with the tv and the fridge. I had almost no time to lock all the doors and turn the screen off. They nearly found me. I watched through the windows. They took my brother away. I still hadn't watched the tv. They brought my brother back; they had tortured him, but he didn't give away the tv or my secret.

Someone didn't like me, and they knew a secret about me. She knew I could read the sand, and it would tell me things, or I could use it to talk to distant friends. They used my secret to lie about me, to portray me as a traitor and having committed sedition. We had to run away. We barely escaped.

We went to a cafe that had a different name in the deepest hours of the night. It was a clandestine hangout of one of the five. I was so scared. We were all disguised. The concierge attacked my dad. My dad bit his ear off. We had to run. The concierge came with us.

We found a platuea that might be safe from the bureacracy. We had some elephants, to carry our stuff and help protect us. We had left the tv. It wasn't important. The concierge was trying to light a fire around the top to keep it safe until we got there, but he wasn't leaving a space for us to get in through. An elephant shot water at the fire, and the concierge was attacked by a white ape the size of an orangutan, with glowing red eyes. The concierge bit it's ear off.

The sand showed me a vision - I threw my bike into a chasm. I could be found through it.

Many people were following us. We had to run, because an agent was chasing us. We would all be tortured and killed if we were caught. There was a building, and we went inside. We tried to lock the door because he was coming. There were two doors. I went through the one on the right. There was a stream flowing away from me into another door, and I could see through heavy poles into the next room where there were complicated mechanisms. The first door opening caused a heavy thing to come down. It would take some people to lift it. I went through alone, and went down the chute with water. There was a place to jump to. I missed, and fell a long way into deep water. Body pieces floated up around me. I panicked and reset. I made the jump the next time, and it was a safe path but ultimately a dead end.

I reset again. I went through the door on the left. It took six people to lift the mechanism and killed two people. People could not slide past people holding up the mechanism. There was death in the door beyond. I reset. I tried to tell everyone to go through the door on the right. Some people still went through the left door. I told them to come around but the door had locked on them. They said they would take their chances.

We went down the chute. Some people made the jump. Most of us fell into the water. No dead body parts this time. I held my brother tightly. We swam for the surface. It was dark. We fell again, with the water, and landed on a conveyor belt. Around the corner, there were two directions, and the conveyor belt went really fast, so you could not possibly outrun it. Most people went straight. The halls looked like a highschool - huge concrete bricks painted so many times with cheap paint that the texture of the brick was nearly hidden. Some people went past as the coveyor belt to the right turned on. They went down a different path. I told everyone to stay together, stay to the left. Some people followed their loved ones to the right. I didn't know what was down there.

We were going around, could see the exit. We heard a saw. Horrible, blood curdling, loud. The conveyor belt to the right was a supercomputer that entered everyone into a slave pit, and they were dumped into water. Everyone was being killed by the blades hidden in there. We were frantic. We wanted to save our friends. We could not. I wanted to reset, but everyone said there was no time. A very few people were surviving unharmed. One of them was chasing us, the agent. We ran.

We split up. I was with Toff and two other people. I did not know them. We had had to abandon the bikes, they were too slow and unwieldy for the path we were going to take. We were walking in the mud, sewer mud. Toff examined her knuckles; they were infected. We were all afraid for her. She broke a branch off a monkey tree, hoping it was an antiseptic. She rubbed the branch on her knuckles. It seemed to be okay. A witch's dog appeared to us, barking. We were caught. She put us in a cell with my neighbors who were vampires. We were so glad to see each other. The witch came and told me that she was very pleased to have met me, the WARMTH MAGE, who could talk to sand. She would help us.

Then my phone rang and I woke up. The end.

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That sounds pretty cool, ECH, good luck!

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