So, what did I miss?
unstrained ceviche is sieveless
put that in your tip jar
-Imp
Imp, you ignored me. 
as not to ignore you, I always sign my posts because I am in the habit of doing so…
-Imp
Alright.
Any good books I can read at the moment…suggestions?
“101 Rabbit Ceviche Recipes”, by Harry Chase is a good one.
(sandy - do you ever miss anything?)
What’s it about?
The uses of discarded electric grooming equipment, mostly. Great chapter on the various uses for nose hair trimmers.
Not the best way to flirt, but anxious phobic women with authority complexes might be drawn into a relationship.
Excellent, vague riposte. Could be inserted in pretty much any discussion and if followed up by a facial expression indicating a distaste about further talk on the subject, virtually unchallengable. Gives a world weary, but knowing impression.
Underused, but British sounding. Could come off sarcastic to Americans.
Made up words are precise tools when speaking with pompous asses. They generally will not ask what the made up word means, and if they do, simply flash a look of sympathy and change subjects.
Not for the business world and insulting to Malaysians who consider it ‘bathroom’ talk.
I see your strength in a discussion is as informateur. Great for keeping a healthy social distance.
Also problematic for Malaysians whose grasp of colloquial English, while often excellent, tends towards body-related interpretations.
Ceviche is a central american dish. Basically a citrus marinade. Usually seafood. Very good with scallops.
Thanks for the tip about mentioneing rodents.
I have a feeling it will come in handy in the future.
While just about any body part can be marinaded, when it comes to human body parts, I prefer chocolate syrup.
That’s…interesting.
(oh, I knew that…well not the good with scallops part)
I try to be meta.
Precognition can be unpleasant.
I prefer saliva. Though in minimalist and repetitive application.
I’m sorry, what did you say? I was caught up in this very riveting discussion.
Notice the metaphor, as if a discussion was like a net or vines in a jungle. But here the being caught up is positive. One is drawn in. Like a discussion is tractor beam.
One that would be on a John Deere?
No, one that would be on an Enterprise-like interstellar craft…
No worries, sandy. I find it just as compelling as you do. In fact, I never realised how much discussion discussion can engender.
Well, it’s like my daddy always said, “Either you’re discussing it, or you’re cussing it”. I suppose that meant levels of sophistication are applicable depending if you hit the nail on the head or hit another nail.
That reminds me of when I had first started out in carpentry at 18. I was an apprentice working with a master carpenter and we were trying to set a door buck for a cinder block wall to go around. The carpenter asked me to drive a nail into the frame to support it. It was cold outside and my fingers were numb. I was tapping the nail trying to get it started without much headway. Finally, the carpenter got frustrated and told me to haul off and hit hard. I swung the hammer hard, the hammer glanced off the duplex nail and proceeded towards my thumb. The hammer found it’s mark. My thumb splattered like a ripe grape. I had never seen flesh explode like that. Blood went everywhere while pain ensued. The cold enhanced the wonderful feeling that much more. That incident took me several weeks to get over.
Shit, dude.
That’s all I got.