Do i have the power to end a thread? ^^

And encephalocytozoonosis, to boot.

We like pass them on to the dogs......



The worms here can be a little scary, Pooch:

That be geekeriffic, rabbit.

Hath not a geek hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases,
heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter
and summer, as a dog is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If
you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?
And if you wrong us, do we not revenge? If we are like you in the
rest, we will resemble you in that.

the cats scoff at the both of you...

(is this thing still rolling?)

Ewww! Furballs!

And chicken heads. Don't forget chicken heads.

And pay no attention to the moose masquerading as a cat. He's clearly deranged.

Chicken heads?


I am fearful of chicken heads.

(just tryin' to keep up with the convo...)

That's a mean tic you got there, Pooch.

Not at all. He's reeling in a big catch... using only his mind...

Why bother. I lost track pages ago. Relax, kid.

He's way cute, but I see no evidence of mind.

Okay, northern hemisphere folks, it's winter now. And if you live in a subarctic climate like I do, you'll need something to warm you from the inside on the dark, icy nights.

So, here's what you need to make some glug (or glogg, as the Swedes would have it) -- or at least, to make it the way I've worked out over the last couple of weeks.

Magnum of cheap burgundy
Pint of brandy
Pint of vodka
Half pint of sweet vermouth
6 or so cardamom pods
12 or so whole cloves
2 or so cinnamon sticks
6 or 8 dried figs
A handful of dates
Some water
A big pot
A stove
A jug
A mug or mugs
A microwave

Chop the figs and dates. Crush the cardamom pods. Put all the non-alcoholic stuff in the big pot and cover it with water. Bring it to a boil. Turn the heat down, cover the pot, and simmer for a couple of hours. Turn off the heat. Pour all the alcohol into the pot. Let it sit for another couple of hours. Decant all the liquid into the jug, leaving out the solid bits. Toss the solid bits (they're not tasty; they're tasty if you use raisins instead of figs, but then the glug's not as good -- life's a bitch that way).

Fill a mug from the jug. Put it in the microwave until it gets hot. Sip it. Repeat.

Happy winter to you.

you might be my hero.






I will let you know.

(got dates I needa use, and one can only do so much date nut pudding...)

If you've got all that other stuff sitting around, you're my hero.

Most women are terrified of turning into their mother.

I just realized, sitting here watching television mildly buzzed in a bathrobe with snow on the ground outside and dogs snoring -- that I've turned into my father.

i was always told you marry your mother.

enough to keep me single now that I'm learnt...

Crikey. Here's what I think about that...

a phodopus snack.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1nFr-nT4WE&feature=related

PD, I resemble that remark...

mm