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Who was tallying his -isms? Add racism.
1. Typo or racism? Omnia lingua Græcia mihi est >.<
2. You capable of understanding wtf a contradiction is? Consent is not an on/off light switch = consent doesn’t switch off the moment the legal limit is reached.
3. When they’re slurring or having trouble walking or similar? More than shitty. When they’ve had a couple? Particularly if they expressed interest before drinking? You’re welcome to decline, but most people consider “sort of drunk” (ie slightly over the legal limit) to be perfectly capable of consent. Most of us have consented in such a state.
4. Go back to where I posted legalese. Review the difference between age of consent and impairment. Depending degree of intoxication (see above), yes, intoxicated people can consent — this has been explained, in detail, by at least 3 people. It really isn’t hard.
And btw, 15 year olds can consent with other 15 year olds…I only hear that talking point about “no matter how much they say ‘yes’, it always means ‘no'” from people either post-sex-offender-counseling or other people in that system.
Some Gal — any clue why my mouth has decided lamictal tastes horrible? I think it might just be that the larger dose tablets are less coated (or simply larger and thus take longer to swallow) but hey, maybe we can bore NNY, or at least shift topics, by discussing legal drugs. I mean, illegal ones auto-equal rape apparently, so what about mind altering legal ones?! Inquiring minds need to know! (No really, can I consent or not? What is the opinion of the ever correct NNY?)
He’s not even denying who it is. What, did your fuckdoll dump you so you came back here?
OK, Brandon. Your system is clunky as fuck. We already have a system called ‘enthusiastic consent,” and it works just fine if you’re not a selfish prick. If you don’t get it, you fail. At life.
You are LOOKING for things to complain about!
(I think I’ve got my husband hooked on that show.)
@Argenti
My cymbalta has the most disgusting “aftertaste” of any drug I’ve ever tried. It tastes like a heavy night of drinking a week ago. 🙂 I don’t remember anything bothering me when I was on lamictal so I can’t help with that. If you find something that keeps the taste away, I would LOVE to know.
Slow typing means I hadn’t yet seen your request, sorry Cassandra. Ignoring digs at my character isn’t exactly my strong suit but here’s hoping he doesn’t accuse me of rape apologia again.
I have no artsy comments at the moment, but the highlight of my morning was carefully removing algae from a cory’s gills. I have no fucking clue how genius fish managed to end up with algae sticking out its gills (right into its fin, which is spiked, luckily it’s an itty bitty spike compared to human hands)
It is funny that he chose this thread to make his reappearance.
Some Gal — I’m trying tums tomorrow, so I’ll report in on success/failure. I figure they have enough of a taste to maybe mask it, except their grossness is far more tolerable (mine are fake fruit flavors, so gross in an entirely different way!)
Pecunium, sounds like you got yourself a nice piece of work cut out there.
Right now I have a forty count even weave linen just begging to be made into a dust cover for my sewing machine. And I thinks that some nice pulled threadwork would be awesome. It will make my eyes bleed what with the threads being so fine, unless I manage to get a tabletop magnifying glass.
The other option is some Brazillian embroidery. I’ve had the pattern for YEARS and haven’t done it yet. Why? Because at first I couldn’t get the acryllic threads, and now itbecause I know that using those threads is like trying to hold a greased pig. I was dreading using silks in my last project, but I discovered that the silk I had was a breeze by comparison.
@Argenti
I could see that working. (Sadly, I can’t take Tums within two hours of my gabapentin that I take with the cymbalta. Yay for weird interactions? By then, I’ve coffeed the taste away, but it takes pretty much a whole cup to completely eliminate it.) Good luck.
Re salad options, here are my personal opinions.
I would knock off melon even if you hadn’t already because it’s just too wet and generally the pieces are too large to go well in a lettuce-based salad. Oranges can be good, but they don’t always go with other flavors IME (for instance, you really wouldn’t want an orange and mint salad). Blueberries and grapes are both good bets, though, and there’s no law against using both.
As for cheeses, you can either go with a mild, semisoft fresh cheese (cubed) or a hard, sharper cheese (shredded). Or both. The choices you’ve listed go the sharper route. Manchego can be expensive but is fantastic. I’d probably go with asiago as it’s a great favorite of mine and its natural nuttiness will harmonize with the nuts. If you wanted to try a milder cheese, any fresh cheese (fresh mozzarella, queso fresco) would do, or for something stronger flavored, feta.
I’m not a big fan of pistachios and I think their flavor is too strong for a salad. Pumpkin seeds would be too salty. So I would go with either almonds, primarily for texture, or pine nuts, because of their nice fresh taste (or both; whoever complained “there are too many things in my salad?”).
If you go with almonds, you could try caramelizing them if you like sweet things: Just melt some butter in a skillet, add a roughly equal amount of sugar or a little less, stirring constantly, throw in as many almonds as you can thoroughly coat, and then the second they start turning brown, take them out and dry on paper towels.
(The last fruit-nut-and-cheese salad I made was pomegranate seeds, cranberry Wensleydale, and almonds in homemade pomegranate dressing. I love pomegranates something fierce.)
Thanks, katz. Bittman also suggests a balsamic vinaigrette, but I’m thinking balsamic might overpower the fruit. Any ideas there?
Could always go with red wine vinegar.
whoever complained “there are too many things in my salad?”
My idiot brother.
That aside, I’m a fan of greens, almonds and oranges (raspberry vinaigrette is my standard dressing and works well) — strawberries with balsamic also works.
Some Gal — could you space the gabapentin and cymbalta? Guess you’d have tried that if you could, and sorry if it isn’t my place to ask. Probably moot anyways, no clue if tums even work for this!
If you can stomach it (literally), wasabi kills most flavors in no time flat. Sounds kind of gross though.
Ah fuck, I have to pack my bottles, not just my weekly planners, for my trip to Boston huh? If MA is that anal about DUI, then I can’t imagine benzos without the label would go over well >.< (probably noting would, but I highly doubt lamictal has recreational use!)
FUCK! That damned fish! I just sat up to see the underside of a sucker mouth taking up the entire side of the tank.
Thanks plec, startle me anytime!
pear and a blue of some sort are canonic… I like that with some butter lettuce, belgium endive, a hint of fennel leaf, pecans (or walnuts) and a mustard/rice vinegar dressing.
Aged jack makes a nice change from manchego. I’d be tempted to try making a dried melon, to use in slivers as a counterpoint to salads.
pillowinhell: I seem to have gotten about 430 YPP out of the 3-ply alpaca I spun up. I’m not sure, because that seems a bit heavy (it was spun woolen, out of the batt), and it looks to be a light-sportweight. I need to make an inch gauge, and a McMorran would not be out of place; that or a counting re-winder to put it on to bobbins from the wheel, and then I can skein it.
Ok… that’s actually not too bad, as the singles would have been about 1200 YPP, which is completely reasonable for my present skill on the wheel (on a spindle I am getting a 70/30 wool/tussah to spin at 2000-2400 YPP (I don’t have it off the spindle, so I’m guesstimating; big time, on the length). It looks like I’m getting between 30-35 WPI, and a fairly decent hand. It’s going to be less lofty than I’d like, but I suspect the wool is merino.
@Argenti
I would love to space them, but I want to wait for the side effects to wear off before I move things around. (Too many variables means I don’t know what the fuck I’m feeling or from what.) For now, there’s coffee at least! And adding wasabi to that would be…no.
If I’m travelling, I always take my pill containers with labels (except for one set of everything in my purse) because better safe than sorry. It always sucks though. (So many bottles!) I wish I could meet up with you, but I’m having trouble even getting out of bed at this point. Have a great trip!
Apparently discussions about spinning work as troll Raid. We should remember this.
Yeah coffee with wasabi sounds like a good way to taste it all twice (one perk of the tums, they’ll stay down)
Good luck with sorting your meds, and hope you’re feeling up to making it out of bed soon (and further than that, but gotta start somewhere!)
And yeah, I’ll bring the whole pile, it’s just one more thing I have to remember to pack and there’s a reason benzos have that “do not drive or operate machinery…” label (brain? What’s that? I have one?)
I think it’s about my bedtime…silly early, but my everything hurts…ok, not everything, but my back is pissy enough that I’m acutely aware how much it hurts to have ribs touching each other (Must. Lean. Other. Way. When. Practicing.)
“consent shouldn’t be this “everyone has their own version of it” model. There should be a standard that everyone should follow and is enforceable by law.”
You know, the more you say, the more you reveal yourself to be a creep. Because a reasonable person might say, “You know, I like to be really sure that the person I am with wants to be there and is having a good time, so I really prefer to wait until both of us are sober before the first time I get sweaty with someone.” You, on the other hand, seem to be really interested in defining a bright, specific, hard and fast rule while at the same time adding multitudes of caveats about different metabolisms and body weights and communication styles and astrological signs and who the heck knows what else.
Hey, NNY. The only people who are concerned about a bright line for when consent can be ‘enforced by law’ are those who want to know exactly what they will be able to get away with (i.e. rapists). The rest of us, out here in the real world, get along pretty well with treating our potential partners like, you know, people instead of complex problems to be defeated by navigating a path around all the rules.
Rapists know what consent is and how to get around lacking it. Pretending that obtaining consent requires crossing a minefield on a pogo stick to get a court order is just rape apology in fancy dress.
“crossing a minefield on a pogo stick”
+1 internet, with another thrown in for the rest of that comment!
And yeah, soberity for the first time is certainly good (I still don’t see an issue with that “sort of tipsy” zone, but hey, YMMV and no is certainly no) — it’s that apparently “last night was fun, let’s put the booze away and do it again” is rapetastic.
I don’t even want to know what “last night was awesome, but I wonder how much awesomer it would be on MDMA” is … yeah there’s the obvious legal issue, but “this is fun” is so simple it’s silly.
“I would actually like to request that people try not to feed this particular troll. It’s not my blog so I have no authority, obviously, but as a favor maybe? Because if a thread gets bogged down in his crap it tends to kill all the fun, interesting conversations.”
Cassandra – I should tender my apologies. I keep following along and reading and enjoying watching the conversation go by like that shy person in the corner at the cocktail party, and I spoke up because suddenly everything sounded very much like someone I’ve been desperately trying to scrape off my shoe. I can’t make him see reason and so I try to avoid or redirect, and then I’m reading along here and suddenly this urge takes over and it’s like that cartoon.
Um, this one. http://xkcd.com/386/
And there I am, feeding trolls…. (blushyface)
Gillian — +another internet for Duty Calls. But yeah, we should stop feeding the tedious one.
Speaking of feeding, I would totally fail at the food challenge. I tend to be a cuisine serial monogamist (I once went almost a month living off of a taco truck) and I can immerse myself exclusively in a regional cuisine and live happily for ages, until the day I wake up and have a craving for something completely different. When I first moved out on my own I had battered copies of Je Sais Cuisiner, the Boston Cooking School Cookbook, The New Orleans Times Picayune Cookbook and that red and white plaid binder that everyone seemed to have in their kitchen. I worked my way through each one recipe at a time and just kept on going…
Now it seems perfectly reasonable to me to spend six months eating nothing but Thai (and I have completely perfected my Gai Pad Krapow) and then nothing but French for the next six (ditto on my Coq au vin)!