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hedonist wrote:

No, we're not fucked up in the least. Why do you ask?

Look at that stache! :thumbup:

When I was around six years old, they were filming Adam-12 in my neighborhood - right around the corner from this beloved icon of food, legends, and barometer of late-night / early morning mmm's:


Anyway, we went to go watch the goings-on. As a kid who loved the show (plus Dragnet, its predecessor and founder), this was SO exciting for me. I already had a little-girl crush on both Officers Jim Reed and Pete Malloy.

They completed the scene (on a huge almost mountain-like old-school LA lawn) and I ran up and hugged this one's leg (and refused to let go, for a few [for him, I'm sure] horror-filled moments):

Funny how the memory takes on a whole new meaning at this age :P

38 Celsius (over 100 F) in Vancouver. Wtf?? :( I am not cut out for this!

peacefrompaul wrote:

PJ_Soul wrote:

38 Celsius (over 100 F) in Vancouver. Wtf?? :( I am not cut out for this!

Doesn't it suck?

Yeah!!!!!! It does!!! :evil:

I hate that I'm getting old and my alcohol recovery time is not what it used to be :(

Heisenberg wrote:

I hate that I'm getting old and my alcohol recovery time is not what it used to be :(

it happens to the best of us...but I've decided I'm going to pretend I'm 25 for the weekend in Montana.

Heisenberg wrote:

afroannnie wrote:

Heisenberg wrote:

I hate that I'm getting old and my alcohol recovery time is not what it used to be :(

it happens to the best of us...but I've decided I'm going to pretend I'm 25 for the weekend in Montana.

I'm not flying 625 miles to be a hungover mess of an old man on Sunday night complaining that I have to stand. 25 year old Heisenberg would kick this Heisenberg's ass!

Just use the rail to hold up your old ass! Just kidding...but you better at least have a few old stache porters!

Heisenberg wrote:

afroannnie wrote:

Heisenberg wrote:

I hate that I'm getting old and my alcohol recovery time is not what it used to be :(

it happens to the best of us...but I've decided I'm going to pretend I'm 25 for the weekend in Montana.

I'm not flying 625 miles to be a hungover mess of an old man on Sunday night complaining that I have to stand. 25 year old Heisenberg would kick this Heisenberg's ass!

I have been thinking about this same issue lately. :think: Now that old age has made my hangovers so bad (up until a few years ago I was like a rock star when it came to partying! Amazing how fast things change! I can still hold my own in the moment with the best of them, but OH! THE HANGOVERS! :fp:), how am I going to manage myself in Missoula... Can I be that stoked and still manage some level of restraint? If history tells me anything, the answer is probably NO. I have a poor sense of impulse control. But I don't want to be hungover on Sunday either. It's a puzzle that I still need to solve.

I could use a nap, but can't fall asleep. It's like groundhog day

mickeyrat wrote:

peacefrompaul wrote:

Die Eier Von Satan

Eine halbe Tasse Staubzucker
Ein Viertel Teeloffel Salz
Eine Messerspitze turkisches Haschisch
Ein halbes Pfund Butter
Ein Teeloffel Vanillenzucker
Ein halbes Pfund Mehl
Einhundertfunfzig Gramm gemahlene Nusse
Ein wenig extra Staubzucker
... und keine Eier

In eine Schussel geben
Butter einruhren
Gemahlene Nusse zugeben und
Den Teig verkneten

Augenballgrosse Stucke vom Teig formen
Im Staubzucker walzen und
Sagt die Zauberworter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

Auf ein gefettetes Backblech legen und
Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
KEINE EIER

Bei zweihundert Grad fur funfzehn Minuten backen und
Keine Eier

the Bing translation!!!
http://www.microsofttranslator.com/Defa ... E8Activity

The eggs of SatanA half cup of powdered sugar
A quarter of Teeloffel salt
A knife Turkish hashish
A half a pound of butter
A Teeloffel vanilla sugar
A half pound flour
Einhundertfunfzig of grams ground nuts
A little extra confectioner's sugar...
and no eggs
In a Scatterbrain
Butter einruhren
Admit ground nuts
andKnead the dough

Eye-ball sized pieces of the dough shapes
Roll in the icing sugar
and Says the Zauberworter
Simsalbimbamba Saladu Saladim

Place on a greased baking sheet
andBake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes
andNO EGGS
Bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes
andNo eggs

"eyeball-sized pieces.".