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My grandfather lost more than one job for refusing to join a closed shop when it was introduced.
Really unbelievable that it can be allowed in the US of all places.
Lechacal, I know you were just kidding. Jeez, are you like Benson, thinking I look like Andrea Dworkin? My cousin went to a Lubavicher Kindergarten and he turned out pretty normal (40-something lawyer, divorced, loves his kids, has loved a series of very nice looking womwn, loves his beer, and I am sure he loves his weed). But I don’t think the Lubavichers would take your kid since I presume your mother isn’t Jewish. If your mother is Jewish, they would take your kids and try to get them to join their cult, uh, I mean tribe.
I know a bunch of Republican lawyers who say that they pay their union dues with pleasure since the union goes to bat for them when their supervisors go crazy.
Oh, as for the garlic spread, I roast garlic at home quite often for homemade hummus (very easy to make, btw).
I chop off the top of the garlic, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle salt and fresh ground pepper on, then bake uncovered at 350 for about half an hour to an hour.
It’s not always spreadable, but a little butter or olive oil, a little salt and pepper, whiz in the blender or food processor (I have a handy chopper) and you’ll be good to spread.
Keeping it simple is often good with things like that.
Unions: I’m a public worker, and a union member. I will withhold any comments on such things until I have seniority and (if possible), tenure. (Yep, it’s a cop out, but I own it.)
Grammar: I’m the nicest (and quietest about it) Grammar Nazi you’ll ever meet, I swear. I have to try not to scream when I see poor grammar used by teachers in written posters, notices, notes home, etc.
Cheese: Anything that’s called a “single” or made by Velveeta is not food, let alone cheese. I like strong cheeses, but I don’t care for blue cheese.
BoCoCa: Oh, please! I hate things that try to overly abbreviate for the sake of being cool because it worked for something (or somewhere) else.
On being Mrs. BHS: My name has never been BHS. BHS is not now a woman, so there is no BHS. A huge pet peeve of mine is being called Mrs. Scott __________. I am my own person. Sure, I married the guy and took his last name. That doesn’t make me an extension of him. *steps off soapbox*
BHS is a good, geeky guy. I have to be at least somewhat careful, here. Dude does laundry and dishes while he works from home! But I’m sure I’ll cave and post something that will make him redder than a home grown, ripened on the vine (not just organic) tomato.
As for just popping up from nowhere, well, that’s near the truth. I did come from very near the middle of nowhere in Alabama originally.
OH GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE I HATE THESE PEOPLE!!!
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The $40 40 Oz.
Leave it up to the pondscum known as Williamsburg Hipsters to turn a staple of the ghetto diet into a piece of “art”. A 40 should cost $.99 to maybe $3.00 for the higher end malt liquor or beer. I never thought I would see the day when one could spend a minimum of $40 on a 40. I came across a flier at a bar on Friday, and although drunk, I thought I was hallucinating when I read about the MF Gallery’s 40oz show. You know when they say starting at $40 they mean they set their price at $250. Then when the conniosseurs of fine art (i.e. other deck suburban assholes) see these amazing works of art and negotiate them down to $40 for something that has a street value of $2.50, they think they have accomplished something. This is a pic of some actual artisticaly designed 40’s. They are so deck. I would pay at least $1,000 to have them sit on the nightstand I use as a coffee table that I picked out of the garbage on Lorimer Street:
It took me almost four minutes to make my own peice of 40 oz art for the show (see below), I will be selling it for only $645.
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I’m having grilled chicken, bacon, fresh mozz, tomatoes, scallions and garlic on piping hot ciabatta for dinner 🙂
jealous! im eating a box of texas toast. it was on sale last week :-/ oddly i think it might actually be garlic!
have some leftover baked ziti but the last batch i burned
My grandfather lost more than one job for refusing to join a closed shop when it was introduced.
Really unbelievable that it can be allowed in the US of all places.
Lechacal, I know you were just kidding. Jeez, are you like Benson, thinking I look like Andrea Dworkin? My cousin went to a Lubavicher Kindergarten and he turned out pretty normal (40-something lawyer, divorced, loves his kids, has loved a series of very nice looking womwn, loves his beer, and I am sure he loves his weed). But I don’t think the Lubavichers would take your kid since I presume your mother isn’t Jewish. If your mother is Jewish, they would take your kids and try to get them to join their cult, uh, I mean tribe.
jackal, keep us posted.
I know a bunch of Republican lawyers who say that they pay their union dues with pleasure since the union goes to bat for them when their supervisors go crazy.
Oh, as for the garlic spread, I roast garlic at home quite often for homemade hummus (very easy to make, btw).
I chop off the top of the garlic, drizzle with olive oil, sprinkle salt and fresh ground pepper on, then bake uncovered at 350 for about half an hour to an hour.
It’s not always spreadable, but a little butter or olive oil, a little salt and pepper, whiz in the blender or food processor (I have a handy chopper) and you’ll be good to spread.
Keeping it simple is often good with things like that.
Ok, finally getting back…
Unions: I’m a public worker, and a union member. I will withhold any comments on such things until I have seniority and (if possible), tenure. (Yep, it’s a cop out, but I own it.)
Grammar: I’m the nicest (and quietest about it) Grammar Nazi you’ll ever meet, I swear. I have to try not to scream when I see poor grammar used by teachers in written posters, notices, notes home, etc.
Cheese: Anything that’s called a “single” or made by Velveeta is not food, let alone cheese. I like strong cheeses, but I don’t care for blue cheese.
BoCoCa: Oh, please! I hate things that try to overly abbreviate for the sake of being cool because it worked for something (or somewhere) else.
On being Mrs. BHS: My name has never been BHS. BHS is not now a woman, so there is no BHS. A huge pet peeve of mine is being called Mrs. Scott __________. I am my own person. Sure, I married the guy and took his last name. That doesn’t make me an extension of him. *steps off soapbox*
BHS is a good, geeky guy. I have to be at least somewhat careful, here. Dude does laundry and dishes while he works from home! But I’m sure I’ll cave and post something that will make him redder than a home grown, ripened on the vine (not just organic) tomato.
As for just popping up from nowhere, well, that’s near the truth. I did come from very near the middle of nowhere in Alabama originally.
OH GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE I HATE THESE PEOPLE!!!
***
The $40 40 Oz.
Leave it up to the pondscum known as Williamsburg Hipsters to turn a staple of the ghetto diet into a piece of “art”. A 40 should cost $.99 to maybe $3.00 for the higher end malt liquor or beer. I never thought I would see the day when one could spend a minimum of $40 on a 40. I came across a flier at a bar on Friday, and although drunk, I thought I was hallucinating when I read about the MF Gallery’s 40oz show. You know when they say starting at $40 they mean they set their price at $250. Then when the conniosseurs of fine art (i.e. other deck suburban assholes) see these amazing works of art and negotiate them down to $40 for something that has a street value of $2.50, they think they have accomplished something. This is a pic of some actual artisticaly designed 40’s. They are so deck. I would pay at least $1,000 to have them sit on the nightstand I use as a coffee table that I picked out of the garbage on Lorimer Street:
It took me almost four minutes to make my own peice of 40 oz art for the show (see below), I will be selling it for only $645.
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“jackal, are you around? Were you able to reach your mother in NZ? Hope she’s okay.”
She moved down there a few weeks ago and hasn’t sent her new phone number or address. She’ll get in touch. She usually calls me on Sundays.
quote:
I’m having grilled chicken, bacon, fresh mozz, tomatoes, scallions and garlic on piping hot ciabatta for dinner 🙂
jealous! im eating a box of texas toast. it was on sale last week :-/ oddly i think it might actually be garlic!
have some leftover baked ziti but the last batch i burned
*rob*