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Thursday, November 18, 2010
 Labels: blog ogg gog
posted by fafnir at 10:42 AM
good to know. weird. i was wondering about you guys while standing in the shower just this morning. keep on lookin' out!
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 , at November 18, 2010 3:37 PM
Yes you is! Your [sic] lettin' Mr. Hopey Changey get away with all sorts o' Bad Stuff (tm) and no snark or nothin'! Yous deads!
[FYI this be some awesome reverse-psychology here!]
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, at November 18, 2010 4:30 PM
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, at November 19, 2010 7:22 AM
afghanistanbs said...
fafblog is dying a slow, cheese-covered death This is your opinion. My perspective is different, and I would like to share it. First of all, Fafblog! has gone through periods of relative inactivity before, and emerged from those quiescent times with posts just as faffy as in its salad days, although admittedly not as many of them. Second, what is this "cheese" of which you speak? You probably have a metaphorical or slang meaning in mind, but which one? What we got here is a failure to commun'cate. And finally, since you are the one who brought up "cheese", let me remind you that Brian said, "Blessed are the cheesemakers", which, as we are assured by tradition, applies to all those involved with the manufacture and distribution of dairy products.
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, at November 19, 2010 10:50 AM
Listen, you pie-eating animal! Go fill up your mouth with pie, and leave the rest of reality unchomped.
You don't know what cheese is? Cheese is deliciousness. You know what that is, don't you? Then it's settled. Btw, I'd love to get in touch with Fafnir. If you aren't dead, please write me at afghan[dot]banana[at]gmail[dot]com.
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, at November 19, 2010 11:03 AM
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, at November 19, 2010 1:51 PM
That's what fame and fortune do. They make one slothful and this blog puts an exclaimation mark on that point. Now, after the millions garnered from blogging success, with the cars, mansions and babes they can barely drop a minifafblog post. The best blog boast rings very hollow now. This blog is now rated #76,281, right behind the San Fransico Sewers Blog.
http://sfsewers.blogspot.com/
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, at November 20, 2010 1:02 AM
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, at November 20, 2010 1:39 AM
Marjie, a Pennsylvanian whose blog is titled A Modern Day Ozzie and Harriet, explains the name:
I cook, I sew, I homeschool my youngest boy...my beloved and I run our business from home. After more than 30 years of marriage, life is just about perfect. With 9 children and an English Mastiff, life is never dull. Or is it? Like Ozzie and Harriet, we don't do anything "in particular", don't have any huge problems, and life goes on in our little corner of the world. [http://tinyurl.com/2al7bqg] Here's one of the desserts Marjie made for Thanksgiving last year. As she says, "Anything you can mix up simply using your food processor is a great thing indeed." Cottage Cheese Pie 1 Crumb crust - use a deep dish crust, or it will overflow 1 pound (2 cups) cottage cheese 1/2 cup sugar 1/4 tsp salt 1/2 cup whole milk 3 slightly beaten eggs 2 tbsp melted butter 1 tbsp lemon juice Preheat oven to 350F. Whirl the cottage cheese in the food processor, then add the rest of the ingredients in the order given. Pour into your crust, and bake for about an hour, until the center is firm. Cool completely before serving. If desired, top with canned pie filling, whipped cream or ice cream, or all of the above.
I think I am at least as pleased to see (Mrs.) here as I am to see the concrete thingy at the top. And she brought pie! Cottage cheez pie, but still...
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, at November 20, 2010 1:38 PM
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, at November 21, 2010 1:51 AM
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, at November 22, 2010 10:18 PM
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, at November 24, 2010 11:42 PM
Giant sloths were a South American genus but when the Central American Isthmus formed some did enter North America. All evidence suggests they survived until 10,000 years ago, along with the mammoth. Human hunters were certainly a contributing factor to the extinctions. Point being, if they had stuck around a bit longer those Pilgrams could have feasted on the most gigantic steaks ever.
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, at November 25, 2010 9:45 PM
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, at December 01, 2010 4:11 AM
MICROWAVE INDIAN PUDDING
also known as Population Displacement Pudding “It's sort of like pumpkin pie, without the pumpkin. And without the pie.” - a description of Indian Pudding to a young relative at a Thanksgiving dinner A personal note: In honor of our New England ancestors, I served Indian Pudding at our family's Thanksgiving dinner this year. There's a LOT of stirring involved. After the holiday I wondered if someone had developed a microwave adaptation with LESS stirring. Here it is, from Nancy's Kitchen. About the traditional, but anachronistic, name of the dish: The recipe was adapted from the English “hasty pudding”. What's “Indian” about it is the cornmeal, formerly called “Indian meal”. The original inhabitants of North America had neither dairy products nor molasses, although they had developed maple syrup as an ingenious indigenous equivalent for the latter. The molasses used by the colonists was produced on West Indian plantations by the unpaid labor of involuntary emigrants from Africa, who were found to be more suited to such work than the people in place there when Europeans arrived. Anyone wanting a new name reflecting a contextualized historical and multicultural perspective could call it Population Displacement Pudding. With best wishes, Fannie Farmer (Mrs.) MICROWAVE INDIAN PUDDING 2 c. milk 1/4 c. cornmeal 2 tbsp. sugar 1/2 tsp. salt 1/2 tsp. cinnamon 1/4 tsp. ginger 1 egg, beaten 1/4 c. molasses 1 tbsp. melted butter Vanilla ice cream Pour 1-1/2 cups milk into 1-1/2 quart bake dish. Cook on 50% (simmer) for 5 minutes. Combine cornmeal, sugar, salt, cinnamon and ginger. Stir into hot milk. Cook, uncovered, on 50% for 4 minutes. Stir well. Beat egg, molasses and butter. Stir a small amount of milk mixture in egg mixture. Return to dish. Stir well. Cook uncovered on 50% for 6 minutes. Pour remaining cold milk over top of pudding. Don't stir. Cook, uncovered, on 50% for 3 minutes until set. Let stand 15 minutes before serving. Serve warm topped with ice cream.
If He Is Not Dead Yet
I feel happy. I feel happy. I am not dead yet I can dance and I can sing I am not dead yet I can do the Highland Fling Then We Must; Always Look on the Bright Side of Life If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing. And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life...
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, at December 08, 2010 10:05 PM
Just in time for Christmas.
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, at December 08, 2010 10:47 PM
It's a lot like Easter. Assuange is crucified for transparency and Pontius Pilate is wearing no clothes.
i am the only one who's afraid of the returning of dinosaurs?:) as long as they stick with trees, it's fine.
Oh sure. "As long as none a the phylums in my kingdom are attacked, why should I care?" That tree might not be dead yet, but what are you gonna do when it's gone, eh? What are you gonna say when the Plantae are all gone an the herbivores come around nuzzling you in a friendly sort of way an bitin a arm or a foot off to see if you're edible?
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, at December 15, 2010 11:36 PM
The giant sloth couldn't cut in in America cause he was too damn lazy. Only hard working species can make it here. Thanks Fafblog for helping me see the truth of this.
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, at December 18, 2010 7:35 PM
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, at December 24, 2010 10:02 AM
if it looks dead, and if it doesn't do anything (like a dead person), and there's no pulse for over a month, I think it counts as dead.
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, at December 26, 2010 2:59 PM
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, at January 12, 2011 11:08 AM
Pardon me Mr. Big N. Hairy. Maybe that Christmas Tree isn't dead yet, but I believe you have drained it of all it's piney goodness.
something good happen, maybe soon*
it a great life rat a tat tat enjoy yourself and like it like that groove widda riddum boppin down da block move your hands & feet as you go hip-hop energy movin your flesh & bones this is your life this is your home smile at your neighbor smile at the sky life is a blessing why ask why something good happen maybe soon maybe next week maybe next June don't use a weapon let go of strife enjoy yourself it a great life * or maybe later - who knows if it's good or bad?
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, at January 31, 2011 9:13 AM
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, at August 10, 2011 2:37 AM
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