That TikTok dancing girl got into my mind and I was thinking about her again. I watched the one video several times this morning, then went back this afternoon and watched her other videos. They are very sad. Someone hurt her deeply, and imprisoned her soul in some dark place. Now she struggles to be free. She is brave, yet shackled she remains. She will be released when she can free herself from herself.
That is so weird. I got up this morning and, long before I come to Wonkette, i was in the kitchen trying to decide what to have for breakfast. It was down to either a bowl of Cheerios or a Crown Roast of Pork.
I decided on the Cheerios when I realized I was out of manchettes.
My Drimiopsis maculata bulb has started making sprouts. It's potted up now, and I hope that it's going to make better foliage this time with much stronger lighting and better mix. Maybe even
flowers if we're lucky.
I'm just starting it indoors, but it will go outdoors in a couple of weeks.
In the grand scheme of things, I prefer waffles to pancakes. Pancakes turn into a soggy mess far too fast, and waffles stay crispy with all those little cups to hold syrup and melting butter.
While we're on the subject of food . . . . There is a thing that can happen to older folk, and it is called the colonoscopy. It is an unpleasant experience that I subjected myself to when I turned 50.
After having resisted my doctor's advice these past several years, I finally conceded to having another c-scopy. There is another test, which can be referred to as the "stick a pin in a turd" test, but when I said I would forego that annual test and finally go for the full Monty of the c-scopy, saying, "It would be irresponsible for me to avoid that any longer," she smiled her benevolent physician's smile and said, "It is the gold standard."
So, it's scheduled and it's coming up bright and early Tuesday. I'm already on dietary pre-procedure restrictions (no nuts!). I am to fast all of Monday, with the imbibing of the gut-puncher clear-the-pipes medication beginning in early evening. It goes on in stages all . . . fucking . . . night.
I am so not looking forward to this. But, crack cheeks, crack, and break wind, break, it will be once more into the breach!
When I had a colonoscopy, I showed up at the hospital at the specified time, and the fucking surgery wasn't even staffed yet. I found that irritating. Don't tell me to show up before your staff. That's a disrespectful waste of my time.
The prep seems to have changed in between the last couple of times I've had one, because the prep was a lot easier and gentler the second time than the first time. Also, as you have it done, they'll probably give you propanolol, which is the best sleep you'll ever have.
They first time, they gave me something, I don’t remember what, that didn’t knock me out but put me in a waking dissociated state. They had set up a monitor so I could watch the live video of the exploratory camera. It meant almost nothing to me other than, “Oh, okay, that’s my colon.” I was in a mental space where time did not seem to pass — an infinite now, with the camera exploring, exploring.
As for the prep, my doctor reassures me it’s not as harsh as it used to be. Whether it is or not, I’m set to find out.
tell you what, Robyn, try the pork roast and it may change your life. there is something wonderful about a giant piece of juicy, delicious pork on your plate. i always make it for xmas, and if your family is big enough, you get enough ribs so that you can put some stuffing in the center. but my family is small, so there is no room for anything but some onion stuffed in. it cooks faster than you expect. this also requires my mother's fancy recipe for cream cheesy green oniony mashed potatoes, and boatloads of gravy, but you can do whatever you want for a veg.
my son-in-law calls it the giant pork chop, but that is just him being jealous because they are never here for xmas.
Happy National Flapjack/Cereal/Crown Royal Of Pork Day!
Truly the Breakfast of Champions, Robyn
I have made a crown roast of pork! It was great fun and it really does look amazing when you bring it to the table.
What are fans of Andrew Jackson called?
Wild Hickory Nuts.
That TikTok dancing girl got into my mind and I was thinking about her again. I watched the one video several times this morning, then went back this afternoon and watched her other videos. They are very sad. Someone hurt her deeply, and imprisoned her soul in some dark place. Now she struggles to be free. She is brave, yet shackled she remains. She will be released when she can free herself from herself.
That is so weird. I got up this morning and, long before I come to Wonkette, i was in the kitchen trying to decide what to have for breakfast. It was down to either a bowl of Cheerios or a Crown Roast of Pork.
I decided on the Cheerios when I realized I was out of manchettes.
We just crumble Cap'n Crunch onto some microwave bacon and call it DONE!
Very satisfying outcome
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/5D1_6wEct20
Snowman defeats Karen
I'm not sure it's real, bc on the first kick, her knee is up by her shoulder.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zt3jq7-ak1k
I APOLOGIZE TO GLORIOUS LEADER TRUMP
Dark Brandon
Hot cakes!
My Drimiopsis maculata bulb has started making sprouts. It's potted up now, and I hope that it's going to make better foliage this time with much stronger lighting and better mix. Maybe even
flowers if we're lucky.
I'm just starting it indoors, but it will go outdoors in a couple of weeks.
https://www.plantdelights.com/products/drimiopsis-maculata
Those kitties are so precious, Lumpy Tapioca! What a cute picture of them.
I thought Tori Amos said she never was a cornflake girl.
Martha's sugar cookie recipe is hands-down the goat. Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Fun fact: “flapjacks” in the UK are bars made from oats, butter and sugar. They are yummy but definitely not a pancake in any way.
In the grand scheme of things, I prefer waffles to pancakes. Pancakes turn into a soggy mess far too fast, and waffles stay crispy with all those little cups to hold syrup and melting butter.
And waffle's more fun to say.
While we're on the subject of food . . . . There is a thing that can happen to older folk, and it is called the colonoscopy. It is an unpleasant experience that I subjected myself to when I turned 50.
After having resisted my doctor's advice these past several years, I finally conceded to having another c-scopy. There is another test, which can be referred to as the "stick a pin in a turd" test, but when I said I would forego that annual test and finally go for the full Monty of the c-scopy, saying, "It would be irresponsible for me to avoid that any longer," she smiled her benevolent physician's smile and said, "It is the gold standard."
So, it's scheduled and it's coming up bright and early Tuesday. I'm already on dietary pre-procedure restrictions (no nuts!). I am to fast all of Monday, with the imbibing of the gut-puncher clear-the-pipes medication beginning in early evening. It goes on in stages all . . . fucking . . . night.
I am so not looking forward to this. But, crack cheeks, crack, and break wind, break, it will be once more into the breach!
I only had to fast after 8pm I think it was. Bone broth helped and I ate soft foods the whole week ahead. You'll do great.
When I had a colonoscopy, I showed up at the hospital at the specified time, and the fucking surgery wasn't even staffed yet. I found that irritating. Don't tell me to show up before your staff. That's a disrespectful waste of my time.
Best of luck, you'll be glad you did.
Ian McKellen in the rain https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kc46-Z9Lj6U&t=4868s
The prep seems to have changed in between the last couple of times I've had one, because the prep was a lot easier and gentler the second time than the first time. Also, as you have it done, they'll probably give you propanolol, which is the best sleep you'll ever have.
The Big Building Full of Science always has the best drugs.
They first time, they gave me something, I don’t remember what, that didn’t knock me out but put me in a waking dissociated state. They had set up a monitor so I could watch the live video of the exploratory camera. It meant almost nothing to me other than, “Oh, okay, that’s my colon.” I was in a mental space where time did not seem to pass — an infinite now, with the camera exploring, exploring.
As for the prep, my doctor reassures me it’s not as harsh as it used to be. Whether it is or not, I’m set to find out.
I would be interested in that, but they said it wasn't an option.
I got that one once. Laid there and watched MeTV.
I had two in six months and now I'm permanently cleared for a long time...not fun.
I had two in one month and did a two-day prep on the second one.
It really was twice as much fun.
Ta, Robyn. We're just back from the tire place, and Stella, our "new" Subaru, has snow tires. She likes them and so do we.
tell you what, Robyn, try the pork roast and it may change your life. there is something wonderful about a giant piece of juicy, delicious pork on your plate. i always make it for xmas, and if your family is big enough, you get enough ribs so that you can put some stuffing in the center. but my family is small, so there is no room for anything but some onion stuffed in. it cooks faster than you expect. this also requires my mother's fancy recipe for cream cheesy green oniony mashed potatoes, and boatloads of gravy, but you can do whatever you want for a veg.
my son-in-law calls it the giant pork chop, but that is just him being jealous because they are never here for xmas.
I recall seeing the 'collars' being more frilly. There were longitudinal slices that popped outwards around the bone. Fancier looking.
i'm happy with whatever. one year the store didn't give us any. HORRORS!!!