Atlanta is supposed to drop down to 7 degrees tonight, (Saturday) with high winds this morning making 36 degrees at the dog park feel a tad cooler. I know I'm a wuss compared to y'all wonkettes who live in much colder climes, but brrrr. Plus, as dog owners know, cold weather makes dogs berserk while they play, so there'll be a lot of ducking behind trees as the thundering herd goes by.
When I lived in Death Valley, we never bought ice cream in the summer. Since the nearest grocery store was more than an hour away, it would melt before you got it home. Even in an ice chest. Eventually they opened a Dairy Queen near the grocery store so we could get one after shopping.
Not without air conditioning! I lived at Furnace Creek for a while when I was helping build a wastewater treatment facility, and I also lived in both Shoshone and Tecopa outside the eastern boundary of the park. Tecopa actually gets hotter than Furnace Creek, but it was a riotously fun place to live. Nekkid hot tub parties every day!
Speaking of miserable cold nights, today I exhumed all the veggie ends, brown bits, peels, skins, and other detritus of the last couple months of cooking, which had been tossed in the freezer as it was generated, and they went in the Big Pot for simmering into stock. It smells awesome so far! I’m thinking a minestrone will be hearty and rich, and perfect for a winter’s night. (I know it’s technically not winter yet, but I don’t care, do you?)
Ta, Robyn. There are some great vegan ice creams now; the dairy stuff always made me feel sick. Rather than cups of cocoa, darling husband Meccalopolis and I are warming up with bowls of his superb pumpkin soup. We had no bread for toast points (thus no elitist avocado toast this morning either), but I found our bag of Baked in Brooklyn sesame breadsticks, which are great with soup. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last, and catch up on any other vaccinations you need, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like Forever 27 Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love and appreciate you, Medicos of Wonkette), particularly ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself, and please stay safe.
Nah, we still have to drive in to the city every week. Once we're up here, more or less full time, I do want to get them studded for the inevitable nasty black ice.
There's a little bitty Dairy Queen in my hometown that's been there my whole life--JUST icy treats--not any burgers or anything. The decor has not been changed since it was new 50 years ago, so it's all faded. Anyway, they're closed several months a year, so you can imagine the line on opening day in the spring!
Back in 1959, my parents went to see a house for sale. Lo and behold, in the shopping plaza a half-block away there was a no-frills Dairy Queen just like the one of which you speak. Needless to say, after they treated me to a soft-serve cone there, I convinced them to buy the house. It was also closed during the winter months. After many gallons of ice milk (not ice cream) consumed there, after all three of my younger sisters had worked there, and about two years after my mother sold the home and moved into a care fcility in 2011, that Dairy Queen location ceased to exist.
Over the past two years, Swift gave out $197 million in bonuses to everyone working on her Eras Tour, including roadies, truck drivers, caterers, dancers and musicians.
She probably had more than 300 people working on that tour. For many of those, that kind of money is life changing.
It is an interesting strategy. Make it so dangerous to enter the country that all foreign tourism evaporates at the same time people are unemployed, prices are rising, and no one who lives here can afford to go anywhere.
In my experience, 15 people on line at the liquor store could also indicate a major sporting event involving a local team, or a major annual holiday at which extended families often gather, or massive layoffs at one of the few remaining major local employers.
I made a note to pick up a bottle of champagne the next time I was out for, well, you know. Don't want to be caught flat-footed with empty shelves when the news breaks.
Oh, and when the hallowed day comes, while I'd prefer he didn't get a single moment of flags at half-staff, that's unreasonable. Instead, he only gets 29 days, because he owes Jimmy Carter one.
I bought a plastic scoop shovel at a national hardware store chain this week. Plastic with a little flex, not rigid. I got more than ten years from the last, until it has worn to the gussets and has to be held at a specific angle to shovel the driveway clean.
I fortunately do not need one, no car and I live in an apartment building where the maintenance guy does that, eventually. I plan on staying inside anyways, it will be a snow globe party.
I traded in the old car in July and discovered in December at the first serious snowfall that I'd failed to grab the snow scraper when I cleaned it out.
Here's my oft-repeated six degrees of Dick Van Dyke story. More than thirty years ago a friend of mine, a sax player had a steady Sunday Morning brunch gig at a fancy hotel here that the showbiz folks frequented. Basically hated the gig because early Sunday, had to wear a tux, piano player whose gig it was not his favourite person, etcetera. But hey, 75 bucks. One Sunday though, he was playing away softly and Dick Van Dyke walked in. Dave immediately went into the opening phrase of the Dick Van Dyke theme, and not missing a beat, Dick Van Dyke pretended to stumble.
Mr. Van Dyke is from my hometown (I’m from his is probably more accurate) and he is sincerely as open and friendly as he seems. If you get a chance to see the documentary produced for his 100th, you will see footage of him interacting with the high school students when he came back to town for their production of Bye Bye Birdie. He was great with the kids!
I’m delighted to read this. I saw Bye Bye Birdie on Broadway when I was small; my first Broadway show. He played Conrad Birdie; I believe he was Albert in the film.
I'd like to belatedly mention my admiration for naming this kitty Queso Blanco. It's perfect.
Ice cream cat with choklit chunkz
Not the fresh baked or dried kind of course
Atlanta is supposed to drop down to 7 degrees tonight, (Saturday) with high winds this morning making 36 degrees at the dog park feel a tad cooler. I know I'm a wuss compared to y'all wonkettes who live in much colder climes, but brrrr. Plus, as dog owners know, cold weather makes dogs berserk while they play, so there'll be a lot of ducking behind trees as the thundering herd goes by.
When I lived in Death Valley, we never bought ice cream in the summer. Since the nearest grocery store was more than an hour away, it would melt before you got it home. Even in an ice chest. Eventually they opened a Dairy Queen near the grocery store so we could get one after shopping.
One can live in Death Valley?
Not without air conditioning! I lived at Furnace Creek for a while when I was helping build a wastewater treatment facility, and I also lived in both Shoshone and Tecopa outside the eastern boundary of the park. Tecopa actually gets hotter than Furnace Creek, but it was a riotously fun place to live. Nekkid hot tub parties every day!
Robin you know very well New Englanders eat more ice cream per capital than anyone else and we do not stop for a little winter weather!
Speaking of miserable cold nights, today I exhumed all the veggie ends, brown bits, peels, skins, and other detritus of the last couple months of cooking, which had been tossed in the freezer as it was generated, and they went in the Big Pot for simmering into stock. It smells awesome so far! I’m thinking a minestrone will be hearty and rich, and perfect for a winter’s night. (I know it’s technically not winter yet, but I don’t care, do you?)
Meteorological winter began on December 1. You're good.
Ta, Robyn. There are some great vegan ice creams now; the dairy stuff always made me feel sick. Rather than cups of cocoa, darling husband Meccalopolis and I are warming up with bowls of his superb pumpkin soup. We had no bread for toast points (thus no elitist avocado toast this morning either), but I found our bag of Baked in Brooklyn sesame breadsticks, which are great with soup. Good day, beloved Wonketteers. I love and appreciate you all and I bless us all with love, health, peace, and grace.
Please, please stay safe. Wear a mask or two, wash your hands, sanitize when you cannot wash and let the sanitizer dry completely, stop touching your face, take Vitamin D, get a booster shot six months after your last, and catch up on any other vaccinations you need, avoid indoor and crowded outdoor gatherings and when you must meet, remove masks only to eat, drink, and take quick photos, and stay the fuck away from me and everyone with whom you do not share a roof. Do this because you love yourself, and because I love you, too. Do this in memory of dear departed family and friends like Forever 27 Treg and heroic Tony, Holly's pilot friend, among nearly eight million dead worldwide. Do this to honor the nurses and other frontline medical personnel (we love and appreciate you, Medicos of Wonkette), particularly ICU Hera Mrs Land Shark RN. Be kind, especially to yourself, and please stay safe.
Slava Ukraini. 🌻🇺🇦💙💛
Got the new snows mounted. Very sexy!
Are they studded?
Nah, we still have to drive in to the city every week. Once we're up here, more or less full time, I do want to get them studded for the inevitable nasty black ice.
There's a little bitty Dairy Queen in my hometown that's been there my whole life--JUST icy treats--not any burgers or anything. The decor has not been changed since it was new 50 years ago, so it's all faded. Anyway, they're closed several months a year, so you can imagine the line on opening day in the spring!
Back in 1959, my parents went to see a house for sale. Lo and behold, in the shopping plaza a half-block away there was a no-frills Dairy Queen just like the one of which you speak. Needless to say, after they treated me to a soft-serve cone there, I convinced them to buy the house. It was also closed during the winter months. After many gallons of ice milk (not ice cream) consumed there, after all three of my younger sisters had worked there, and about two years after my mother sold the home and moved into a care fcility in 2011, that Dairy Queen location ceased to exist.
We would walk our dog over there on opening day too, because they'd give you a little dish of vanilla soft serve if you had a dog!
Queen Blanco looks a lot one of our cats, only ours a little "Hitler" nose. (White face, black nose)
"Peanut Butter powder" seems to contradict the concept of "butter" but chocolate and peanut butter go together so well.
Ahhhh, you mean a Kitler.
http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/cgi-bin/seigmiaow.pl
I made mushroom soup (not Campbell's, homemade) with cashew cream
I love cashews but I wasn't sure it would go well together
Tasted great!
Over the past two years, Swift gave out $197 million in bonuses to everyone working on her Eras Tour, including roadies, truck drivers, caterers, dancers and musicians.
She probably had more than 300 people working on that tour. For many of those, that kind of money is life changing.
The Eras Tour went for two years all over the planet. Those people worked their asses off to make her look good, and she knows it.
I think she donates to a food bank in every city she visits.
Truly a beautiful person!
Springsteen always had set-ups for local food banks in the lobby at his concerts and urged people to contribute on their way out.
If your social media history will get you banned or barred from entering the USA ... you're my kind of people.
When even North Korea thinks you’ve gone too far, your leaders may have lost the plot.
America first!! Who needs those damn furrin tourist Euros? (Michael Eisner, standing off to the side, meekly raises a hand).
It is an interesting strategy. Make it so dangerous to enter the country that all foreign tourism evaporates at the same time people are unemployed, prices are rising, and no one who lives here can afford to go anywhere.
Bold. Fucking stupid, but bold.
Has anyone here ever been offered bitcoin as a payment for anything?
Everything I buy can be handled by conventional finance instruments.
I was more wondering if anyone here had been offered bitcoin as a payment for services or goods
How you know it is going to be a big snowstorm, there were 15 people on line at the liquor store.
In my experience, 15 people on line at the liquor store could also indicate a major sporting event involving a local team, or a major annual holiday at which extended families often gather, or massive layoffs at one of the few remaining major local employers.
I made a note to pick up a bottle of champagne the next time I was out for, well, you know. Don't want to be caught flat-footed with empty shelves when the news breaks.
Oh, and when the hallowed day comes, while I'd prefer he didn't get a single moment of flags at half-staff, that's unreasonable. Instead, he only gets 29 days, because he owes Jimmy Carter one.
I salute you, sir, and am going out to get a bottle of champagne to have in reserve to salute you properly when the time comes.
Also to lift a sincere toast, or three, to Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter!
Heart attacks or strokes can happen SO suddenly…
Meanwhile, the snow shovel is nowhere to be found.
I bought a plastic scoop shovel at a national hardware store chain this week. Plastic with a little flex, not rigid. I got more than ten years from the last, until it has worn to the gussets and has to be held at a specific angle to shovel the driveway clean.
You can't find your snow shovel?
I fortunately do not need one, no car and I live in an apartment building where the maintenance guy does that, eventually. I plan on staying inside anyways, it will be a snow globe party.
Took a friend out to a new dim sum restaurant, stuffed ourselves silly, inside now watching the snow and getting high.
I put some salt down on the front steps.
This is the platonic ideal for living in a snowy area.
I was thinking more of the people in line. "We'll find the shnow shnovel eventually dear, but firsht letsh have a few drinks.
I traded in the old car in July and discovered in December at the first serious snowfall that I'd failed to grab the snow scraper when I cleaned it out.
My choices were limited.
I've worn out many a credit card or comb when I was without a proper scraper.
Casette and cd cases too
Gotta say I miss those holiday specials. Heck, variety shows in general..... SNL doesn't cut it these days.
Merv Griffin. Now there was a guy who knew how to run a TV show.
Especially when Orson Welles "happened" to be available.
Bing Crosby and his family scared that he'll beat the shit out of them backstage?
One thing I remember from a trip to the Soviet Union in February, was that there were lots of vendors selling ice cream.
Happy 100th birthday to Dick Van Dyke!
Here's my oft-repeated six degrees of Dick Van Dyke story. More than thirty years ago a friend of mine, a sax player had a steady Sunday Morning brunch gig at a fancy hotel here that the showbiz folks frequented. Basically hated the gig because early Sunday, had to wear a tux, piano player whose gig it was not his favourite person, etcetera. But hey, 75 bucks. One Sunday though, he was playing away softly and Dick Van Dyke walked in. Dave immediately went into the opening phrase of the Dick Van Dyke theme, and not missing a beat, Dick Van Dyke pretended to stumble.
DVD is one of the few entertainers about whom I've never read or heard an unkind word. Apparently, he's been good to everyone with whom he worked.
Mr. Van Dyke is from my hometown (I’m from his is probably more accurate) and he is sincerely as open and friendly as he seems. If you get a chance to see the documentary produced for his 100th, you will see footage of him interacting with the high school students when he came back to town for their production of Bye Bye Birdie. He was great with the kids!
I’m delighted to read this. I saw Bye Bye Birdie on Broadway when I was small; my first Broadway show. He played Conrad Birdie; I believe he was Albert in the film.