• 625 smarts was parts and farts was tarts

    From MICHAEL LOO@1:123/140 to RUTH HANSCHKA on Sunday, April 22, 2018 00:36:58
    I've been hooked up for so long it's like "what else is new". Privacy has been a myth for a long time now.

    Pretty much. But as Walter Piston said to a
    buddy of mine (in a different context), "Well,
    you gotta keep tryin'."

    whether automated or personalized.
    I kind of figured. I've googled posts of mine made on Usenet 20+
    years
    ago and found them. It's all out there.
    Scary if you think about it too much.
    Not really, but then I'm (not to get into it) a believer that I have an all-seeing God watching over my shoulder every second anyway. Nothing's secret from Him, so nothing's secret.

    Leaving aside the religious stuff, the issue
    here is that your deity is also all-good,
    whereas others (government, private parties,
    corporations) can't be imagined to be that,
    even by the most practiced Pollyanna.

    Here (now in Boston, half a mile from the
    occasionally injurious Red Line) the news
    is that over 40 MBTA engineers have had
    multiple driving-licence suspensions and
    revocations, including one with 39 such,
    including 2 DUI and 16 reckless operations.
    The track and the cars are not in the best
    shape, but the personnel are worse.
    Sounds like. Skill can make up for damaged equipment to some extent, but
    it doesn't sound like the red line has any of that either.

    Having ridden the red line off and on for 48
    years, I've seen little cause for confidence.

    tuxes there and a few nice dresses. The rest? Pffft. Whatever.
    Were you in college at the time?
    Nope - long after. A friend was performing and had spare tickets.
    The best ticket is a comp ticket.
    My favorite kind - free!

    We went to a production of Steel Magnolias
    (awful, terrible play - stay away), and
    when we showed at the box office, our tickets
    were not there. Turns out somebody else had
    picked up our tickets, why on earth would
    anyone do that?, and I was about to rejoice at
    getting kicked out, but they let us in anyhow.


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    ÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿÿs Nose
    categories: beer, mull, Dickensian
    Someone actually drank this?
    You can wonder that, but it was widely enjoyed in
    19th-century England.
    I like the dog's nose growing longer and longer.
    His name is Pinocchio, and further into political commentary I won't go.

    Wooden eye! Wooden eye!

    Desperation, probably.
    Enjoyed being the key term.
    Then again they ate kidneys too.
    Kidneys are a fine food. A hundred million
    doggies and kitties can't all be wrong.
    I think kitties spit them out; I had a cat who ate rabbits and she left those on the steps for me.

    Really - I thought cats liked the things.

    Brown ale is quite brown and very unhoppy
    in general.
    ...which probably would make me happy. Or hoppy, as the case may be.
    Easter is over, thank you.
    Beer'30 Springs eternal.

    It's always 5 someplace.

    Eep. That might be cause for alarm indeed.
    At the most distressing I found a pair of 32s
    that were just fine, but they were generously
    sized. I haven't been a 32 since I was in school.
    Problems I've never had - I weigh less now than I did in high school, but I've never been and never will be skinny.

    145. Scared. Be thankful for what you've got.

    crunch. Some days standing around and cooking isn't in the cards.
    Then do something besides jarred tomato sauce,
    which though predictably mediocre is
    predictably mediocre.
    I personally prefer pesto, but Mom isn't fond. Even the fridge case stuff is better than jarred tomato sauce.

    It's really, really easy stuff to make.

    any more, I get something useful, and a church gets some money. To me that sounds like a win all the way around. It's even better when it's
    gold
    or silver jewelry bought under melt weight, but....
    If it happens to be useful.
    Precious metal that melts into cash is always useful.(LOL)

    If you have an in with a smelter, perhaps.

    bad ideas and speculations are given artificially
    inflated lifespans.
    And they stick around forever.
    That's the ultimate inflated lifespan.
    And when they die down a bit, some conspiracy buff runs across them when
    any normal person would be asleep... and then it's off and running again.

    That's the origin of forever, I guess.

    I've had some Israeli KforP eating chocolate too, here and there;
    it's
    not
    worth the price of admission.
    Some of my ex-Israeli friends swear by
    the stuff and have offered me some; I
    tend to agree more with you.
    I'm generally disappointed in it, and even passed some up the other day. It was going cheap, but doesn't taste good enough to bother.

    As the whole point of chocolate is the pleasure,
    you made the better choice.

    Street Corn Salad
    categories: Mexicanish, Michigander, side
    servings: 4

    3 c fresh corn kernels
    1/2 c pepper
    3 radishes
    1 c cherry tomato
    Fresh cilantro
    1/2 c salsa
    1 ts chili powder
    1/2 c cotija (Mexican crumbling cheese)

    Dice pepper, slice radishes thinly, and halve tomatoes.
    Mix everything together in a bowl, and enjoy!

    Chef Kristi, Grace Savory & Sweet, Pittsfield MI
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  • From Dale Shipp@1:261/1466 to Michael Loo on Monday, April 23, 2018 01:20:00
    On 04-22-18 00:36, Michael Loo <=-
    spoke to Ruth Hanschka about 625 smarts was parts and <=-

    We went to a production of Steel Magnolias
    (awful, terrible play - stay away), and
    when we showed at the box office, our tickets
    were not there. Turns out somebody else had
    picked up our tickets, why on earth would
    anyone do that?, and I was about to rejoice at
    getting kicked out, but they let us in anyhow.

    Can I assume that they were general admission tickets and not reserved
    seats?


    MMMMM----- Recipe via Meal-Master (tm) v8.05

    Title: Miller's Scallops
    Categories: Pasta, Seafood
    Yield: 1 Serving

    7 oz Sea scallops
    1 Large mushroom, sliced
    1/2 Medium sized tomato, sliced
    -into wedges
    1 Chopped scallion
    1/2 t Chopped garlic
    2 oz Dry white wine
    Salt & pepper to taste
    7 oz Fettucine
    1 1/2 T Margarine
    Flour

    Lightly flour scallops in flour, salt and pepper. Saute at medium
    heat in melted margarine until golden brown. Add mushrooms and garlic
    and saute for an additional minute. Add wine and simmer an additional
    minute. Add wine and simmer - reduce to 1/2 liquid. Add tomato wedges
    and simmer an additional minute. Toss with Fettuccini and top with
    chopped scallions. One large serving.

    From the Old Red Mill Inn, Clarence, NY, in "Taste of Buffalo Cookbook
    1998". Typed for you by Joan MacDiarmid.

    From: Joan Macdiarmid Date: 07-19-98
    Cooking

    MMMMM


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  • From Ruth Hanschka@1:123/141 to MICHAEL LOO on Tuesday, April 24, 2018 00:05:01
    I've been hooked up for so long it's like "what else is new". Privacy
    has
    been a myth for a long time now.

    Pretty much. But as Walter Piston said to a
    buddy of mine (in a different context), "Well,
    you gotta keep tryin'."

    I just wave to the overhead cameras in passing and let 'em watch.

    Not really, but then I'm (not to get into it) a believer that I have
    an
    all-seeing God watching over my shoulder every second anyway.
    Nothing's
    secret from Him, so nothing's secret.

    Leaving aside the religious stuff, the issue
    here is that your deity is also all-good,
    whereas others (government, private parties,
    corporations) can't be imagined to be that,
    even by the most practiced Pollyanna.

    I'm not even certain the latter have good intentions half the time.
    Then there are the insurance companies. Don't get me started on those.

    The track and the cars are not in the best
    shape, but the personnel are worse.
    Sounds like. Skill can make up for damaged equipment to some extent,
    but
    it doesn't sound like the red line has any of that either.

    Having ridden the red line off and on for 48
    years, I've seen little cause for confidence.

    I'd rather ride the rails in India, from the sounds of it.

    My favorite kind - free!

    We went to a production of Steel Magnolias
    (awful, terrible play - stay away), and

    Never fear; the movie synopsis was enough to send me running years ago.
    There is zero temptation to see the play.

    when we showed at the box office, our tickets
    were not there. Turns out somebody else had
    picked up our tickets, why on earth would
    anyone do that?, and I was about to rejoice at
    getting kicked out, but they let us in anyhow.

    Rats. Could you at least sleep through it?


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    categories: beer, mull, Dickensian
    Someone actually drank this?
    You can wonder that, but it was widely enjoyed in 19th-century England.
    I like the dog's nose growing longer and longer.
    His name is Pinocchio, and further into political commentary I won't
    go.

    Wooden eye! Wooden eye!

    Wooden something. Wooden brain?

    Then again they ate kidneys too.
    Kidneys are a fine food. A hundred million
    doggies and kitties can't all be wrong.
    I think kitties spit them out; I had a cat who ate rabbits and she
    left
    those on the steps for me.

    Really - I thought cats liked the things.

    Apparently not.

    ...which probably would make me happy. Or hoppy, as the case may
    be.
    Easter is over, thank you.
    Beer'30 Springs eternal.

    It's always 5 someplace.

    And there's always day drinking.

    sized. I haven't been a 32 since I was in school.
    Problems I've never had - I weigh less now than I did in high school,
    but
    I've never been and never will be skinny.

    145. Scared. Be thankful for what you've got.

    I am, but wouldn't mind there being less of it. (LOL)

    I personally prefer pesto, but Mom isn't fond. Even the fridge case
    stuff
    is better than jarred tomato sauce.

    It's really, really easy stuff to make.

    I used to do it too - basil, olive oil, garlic, pine nuts, and into the
    food processor.

    or silver jewelry bought under melt weight, but....
    If it happens to be useful.
    Precious metal that melts into cash is always useful.(LOL)

    If you have an in with a smelter, perhaps.

    Or just a place that buys precious metal at something close to scrap.

    That's the ultimate inflated lifespan.
    And when they die down a bit, some conspiracy buff runs across them
    when
    any normal person would be asleep... and then it's off and running
    again.

    That's the origin of forever, I guess.

    Get one crackpot into the wild, broadcast it on the Web, and it will live forever.

    Some of my ex-Israeli friends swear by
    the stuff and have offered me some; I
    tend to agree more with you.
    I'm generally disappointed in it, and even passed some up the other
    day.
    It was going cheap, but doesn't taste good enough to bother.

    As the whole point of chocolate is the pleasure,
    you made the better choice.

    The chocolate covered marshmallow things can be fun, since Passover marshmallows are the only ones worth eating.
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