Conquest of the Planet of the Bride of the Son of the Return of the Open Bar

[Cain]

If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.

[Freeky]

With what you've said of your bosses, I think the right thing to say here is "Good luck with that.' 

[Salty]

My wisdom teeth are fucking GONE.


I've got some drugs to keep the bad away and then, once I am healed, I am going to do something I haven't been able to do in years: get SERIOUSLY fucked up alcohol. Hangovers are one thing, weeklong oral inflammation is another.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

My wisdom teeth are fucking GONE.


I've got some drugs to keep the bad away and then, once I am healed, I am going to do something I haven't been able to do in years: get SERIOUSLY fucked up alcohol. Hangovers are one thing, weeklong oral inflammation is another.

WOOHOOOOO!!!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I am so excited! When I went to the store today they had smelt in the fish section! I haven't had smelt in I don't know how many years... since I was a little kid. When I was small, the smelt runs were huge, and all we had to do was just wade out into the water with a net and we'd have buckets of them in a couple minutes. Literally. We'd spend just long enough dipping in the Sandy to get good and fucking cold, and then we'd go back to the house and have a smelt fry. Only we didn't call them smelt, we called them hooligan. A hooligan fry.

But in the 1980's the smelt runs started to decline, and eventually they were put on the Endangered Species list. No more dipping for hooligan in Oregon or Washington. The runs were thin all the way up to Canada, but they are apparently making a comeback and they're allowing commercial smelt fishing in Canada.

So, I was in the store and there were smelt, from Canada. I just fried up a big batch of hooligan and fed this quintessential Oregon food to my children for the first time in their lives. They don't really seem to appreciate it that much, but I do. I wish I could take them dipping so they would have that memory, as third-generation Oregonians, but it will probably be many years before Oregon opens up the rivers for dipping again.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.

Maybe you can tie them up in a sack and throw them in a river when no-one's looking.

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

Today was a complete and utter clusterfuck, from start to finish. There are a dozen stories of stupid I could tell, including the new woman lying to me twice and then telling me that she "doesn't do manual labor". HILARITY! She hired on to a job she won't actually do. AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!

Anyway. Yes. Fun times. Instead of ranting, I'm going to curl up with my crochet and a Pepsi and listen to the rain.

And in a day or so, in the fullness of time . . . there will BE A RANT.

[Jez]

Took a week away from the internet to clear my head.  May have overcleared.  Dislodged another piece of my shitty childhood to chew on.  Maybe someday I'll have the whole picture.

[East Coast Hustle]

I am so excited! When I went to the store today they had smelt in the fish section! I haven't had smelt in I don't know how many years... since I was a little kid. When I was small, the smelt runs were huge, and all we had to do was just wade out into the water with a net and we'd have buckets of them in a couple minutes. Literally. We'd spend just long enough dipping in the Sandy to get good and fucking cold, and then we'd go back to the house and have a smelt fry. Only we didn't call them smelt, we called them hooligan. A hooligan fry.

But in the 1980's the smelt runs started to decline, and eventually they were put on the Endangered Species list. No more dipping for hooligan in Oregon or Washington. The runs were thin all the way up to Canada, but they are apparently making a comeback and they're allowing commercial smelt fishing in Canada.

So, I was in the store and there were smelt, from Canada. I just fried up a big batch of hooligan and fed this quintessential Oregon food to my children for the first time in their lives. They don't really seem to appreciate it that much, but I do. I wish I could take them dipping so they would have that memory, as third-generation Oregonians, but it will probably be many years before Oregon opens up the rivers for dipping again.

I LOVE SMELT!

The runs in Maine are still pretty healthy, I used to get them fresh as fuck when I lived out there. Pan-fried with a little lemon herb butter or remoulade. So good.

[LMNO]

I had no idea they were endangered in PNW. Love those fucking bastards. First had them in Greece with lemon and capers and glasses of retsina... When I was 12. I think that was my first real "foodie" hedonistic experience. Ah. Memories. Now I want smelt, and wine that tastes like pine sap.

[Cain]

If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.

Maybe you can tie them up in a sack and throw them in a river when no-one's looking.

The temptation is strong, believe me.

In fact the only reason I don't is the whole "parents rich enough to hire Blackwater to break my kneecaps" thing, and even then I think "well, kneecaps do sorta heal.  Eventually."

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

If we got rid of five or so students, my job would be much, much easier.

Maybe you can tie them up in a sack and throw them in a river when no-one's looking.

The temptation is strong, believe me.

In fact the only reason I don't is the whole "parents rich enough to hire Blackwater to break my kneecaps" thing, and even then I think "well, kneecaps do sorta heal.  Eventually."

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Took a week away from the internet to clear my head.  May have overcleared.  Dislodged another piece of my shitty childhood to chew on.  Maybe someday I'll have the whole picture.

It's amazing what all can come out when you work on it long enough.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I am so excited! When I went to the store today they had smelt in the fish section! I haven't had smelt in I don't know how many years... since I was a little kid. When I was small, the smelt runs were huge, and all we had to do was just wade out into the water with a net and we'd have buckets of them in a couple minutes. Literally. We'd spend just long enough dipping in the Sandy to get good and fucking cold, and then we'd go back to the house and have a smelt fry. Only we didn't call them smelt, we called them hooligan. A hooligan fry.

But in the 1980's the smelt runs started to decline, and eventually they were put on the Endangered Species list. No more dipping for hooligan in Oregon or Washington. The runs were thin all the way up to Canada, but they are apparently making a comeback and they're allowing commercial smelt fishing in Canada.

So, I was in the store and there were smelt, from Canada. I just fried up a big batch of hooligan and fed this quintessential Oregon food to my children for the first time in their lives. They don't really seem to appreciate it that much, but I do. I wish I could take them dipping so they would have that memory, as third-generation Oregonians, but it will probably be many years before Oregon opens up the rivers for dipping again.

I LOVE SMELT!

The runs in Maine are still pretty healthy, I used to get them fresh as fuck when I lived out there. Pan-fried with a little lemon herb butter or remoulade. So good.

They're TASTY little guys! God I love them. I served them with a sour cream horseradish sauce last night and they were soooo good.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I had no idea they were endangered in PNW. Love those fucking bastards. First had them in Greece with lemon and capers and glasses of retsina... When I was 12. I think that was my first real "foodie" hedonistic experience. Ah. Memories. Now I want smelt, and wine that tastes like pine sap.

Isn't it funny how a simple meal can so strongly evoke an experience from childhood?