The Good Thread
My boss and I met with some potential clients today, and I guess they wanted to impress us just as much, if not more, than we wanted to impress them. So we met for lunch at the Ingomar Club, née the Carson Mansion. I only really got to see a small part of it on the inside, but damned if it wasn’t swanky - I felt pretty out of place and insufficiently dressed in my standard “business casual” work garb.
But the meeting went pretty well. We may have just snagged ourselves another good-sized web job.
4Kids puts itself up for sale.
If they don’t find new owners or partnerships soon, they could be shutting down.
Albright:
I re-signed up for Kingdom of Loathing after it crossed my mind for some reason.
Oh, for Sneaky Pete’s sake, you’ve got to be kidding me with this Quest for the Holy MacGuffin adventure. It’s gonna take me weeks for my weak-ass character to get through this!
For years since she has been gone, I have pined for my Grandmother’s Rhubarb Custard Pie. “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for just one slice” I could be heard saying. Then I happened to say that to a friend of mine whose Mom was friends with my Grandmother and attended the same church.
She said, “I think I have the recipe for that” and produced this:
P I E ! P I E !
CUSTARD RHUBARB3 Cups Rhubarb (chopped) 2 Eggs 1 Cup Sugar 2 Tbs Flour
Bake @ 425 fro 10 minutes Then @ 350 for 30 - 40 minutes
What? No Milk? I couldn’t get ahold of her at baking time, called my Mom. She didn’t know. Decided to go without milk based on recent disasters caused by playing ‘knows best’ with other recipes. To make matters worse, the little-used oven at my house has no knob (where the settings were printed) or oven thermometer, so setting the temprature is pure guesswork.
I managed to bake a frozen pie crust without burning it, but it shrank and cracked badly, leaving wide cracks. After it cooled a bit, I dumped the above mixture in. I think I had too much Rhubarb. After thirty minutes total time in the oven, it was smoking badly and looked a bit over roasted so I pulled it. It looked awfully juicy under the toasted rhubarb which I hoped would thicken as it cooled. It did.
What I ended up with was a pie my Grandmother wouldn’t come up with on her worst day, but I’m convinced it is the same recipe she used. It’s still tasty, I’m in heaven and I will try again soon with a better oven.
Try it yourself. It’s easy, different and very good.
If you have retarded tastebuds and don’t like it, real pies are funnier:
Raw and unsweetened, it’s very tart like a small green apple. I’ve seen recipes for rhubarb jam and rhubarb-strawberry pie. My Grandma used to grow her own. Lots of people did and you can still see it in many yards growing as a weed. It’s really hard to get rid of. The British grow it in darkened sheds, like mushrooms, so that it comes out white.
Yes, my grandmother made wonderful pie crusts. She grew up on a farm in Manton, Michigan. She was a school teacher at the age of sixteen. Go ahead and disbelieve that if you want - I’m not entirely convinced myself, although I never knew her to make up tall tales about anything else.
John K’s review of Michael Moore’s Capitalism.
He has many good points about schools these days. I was with him right up until he made that pointless tear about Republicans. But this is often the way with old Democrats; even when they’re half-way to being Republicans themselves, they’re so used to hating the straw man that they’ve built up as their enemy, that they continue to do so.
Actually, to be fair, it’s the same with old close-minded Republicans who may start leaning more left in their old age.
Fata Morgana:
John K’s review of Michael Moore’s Capitalism.
I wonder if he paid to see it.
I think he was maybe being sarcastic near the end… But really, I thought his thoughts on the value of a college education were more interesting than his thoughts on the movie.
Hee hee! That was great, Fata. I run into a lot of Lefties like him. They have been telling each other the same old lies about the Right for so long that they have forgotten that they are lies. Here we have an old Lefty with the intelligence to see past the feel-good platitudes to the real world. Soon he will realize that he isn’t a Lefty at all and then he’ll be alright.
You’re right, AB. The movie just seems to have touched off a screed that has been brewing in him for a long time. My big brother is an architectural draftsman. He got into it right after high school and has done it for over thirty years. Now people keep asking him where he went to college. He didn’t, never did. You couldn’t get started at such a job without a degree these days. John K would say that he had a head start because he didn’t have to unlearn all the BS he would have gotten at school.
Tim Allen had a bit where he asked why they don’t make scents that appeal to men. He suggested things like woodsmoke or used motor oil. I’d buy that.
I had meant to ask you where you went on vacation. You were gone long enough for me to forget that post but not long enough for me to miss you. Got knee pics?
A guy tells us how he finally got tired of getting high and feeling low. The outcome is kind of heartwarming, so I guess it can go in this thread.
