X: I may have lost some of the hair on my knuckles.
V: Do we want to know how?
X: With fire.
I think it speaks for itself.
V Maternal Unit: I must've been a bird in my previous life.
V: No. You can't stand heights.
V Maternal Unit: (after a moment's thought) Right. So I can't have been a bird.
V: Unless you were penguin.
V Maternal Unit: Not likely. I don't like cold.
V: What about a lyre bird?
Random Stranger: I like my odds here tonight ladies.
A: Two of us are prego...one's married to a mass murderer and the other one is his sis.....so start guessing.........
V: What did you do?!
X: I squashed a mosquito. Like ninja.
V: With your hurt hand.
D: This could be the onset of superpowers!
L: Or dementia.
D: I'm trying to be optimistic here!
L: Yeah, but I'm saying there are options.
mid-14c., "to go along with, relate to," from be- intensive prefix, + O.E. langian "pertain to, to go along with." Sense of "to be the property of" first recorded late 14c. Related to M.Du. belanghen, Du. belangen, Ger. belangen. Replaced earlier O.E. gelang, with completive prefix ge-.
60 g butter, 1 large onion, 2 large leeks,
750 g potatoes (cut into 1.5 cm cubes),
1/3 cup oats, 2 cloves garlic,
2 cups chicken stock, 2 cups milk, ground pepper, nutmeg, chopped chives for garnish (if you want). It's best to use waxy potatoes (like kennebecs) for soups & stews.
Melt the butter in a large pan, cook onions and leek til they're transparent. Add the potatoes & cook til they're golden brown. This can take ages, especially if you don't have a really large pan, so if it's irritating, just soften the spuds up a bit. Stir through the oats & cook for another minute or so; add the garlic & cook for another minute. Once you've softened the potatoes, make sure the pan isn't so hot that the oats & garlic burn, since that tastes awful.
Reduce the heat a little more, stir in the stock & milk. Simmer for 30 minutes or until the veggies are well & truly tender. Once it's cooked, season to taste with pepper & plenty of nutmeg; garnish with chopped chives to serve.
This is a chunky soup, so no blending (yay)! If you feel like adding bacon or ham chunks, just stick 'em in when you add the oats. There is no better home-food-y flavour combination than leek, potato & pig. It also works fine with low-fat milk or soymilk, and you can soften the onion & leeks in oil rather than butter if you want.
I tend to mix up the amounts of this a fair bit - when you add the oats, you make a porridge-y base for the soup, and I tend to put in more than the recipe calls for, 'cause I like the flavour. Do yourself a favour & use proper rolled oats for this, not the chopped up minute microwave shit. I once forgot to put the potatoes in, and it worked out well, so if you've got some anti-potato philistines you need to feed, it's very adaptable. This always gets eaten pretty quickly here, so I've never frozen it - I'm not sure how the texture of the potato chunks would be, post-freezing.
I'm trying my hand at some flash fiction - 300 word snapshots of story. Haven't decided yet if they'll be self contained, ongoing, both... we'll see.
When my dad comes home, I go to bed. Our driveway’s long – the headlights give me enough time to brush my teeth. When I was little, I’d be waiting for him, and I’d ask and ask for an ‘aeroplane ride’ to bed. Sometimes I got one, and he’d swing me up into the air between his hands and fly me around the house, and when he put me into bed he’d kiss me, and his beard tickled and smelt of books and coffee. Sometimes he’d buy a packet of jam tart biscuits at the servo on the way home, and mum’d make some tea and a little mug of warm milk for me, and I was allowed to stay up a bit longer for a biscuit, but I had to brush my teeth again before I went to bed.
I don’t wait for dad to come home any more. He doesn’t like me to be up when he gets home. Mum told Nanna once that he works late so everyone’s asleep when he gets home, but she didn’t know I heard. Mum doesn’t mind if I roller-skate in the hallway, ‘cause I cook tea when I get home from school, and the floorboards aren’t polished anyway. Dad doesn’t like the noise while he’s watching TV. Sometimes he checks where the roller-skates are, to see if I’ve been using them in the hallway. He says they damage the boards, but I don’t think they do. I hide them under the old shoes at the bottom of my wardrobe so he thinks I haven’t been skating on the floorboards. He hasn’t noticed yet.
When dad comes home, I pretend to be asleep. He looks in when he walks past my room, but he hardly ever checks to see if I’m still awake.
X: if this whale gets caught one more time, we're going to give it to the Japanese for 'research'. I mean...really.
L: There are little peoples in your ears.
V: There are not!
L: Yeah, there are. They're playing with the kittens that pull the levers in your head.
Soundtrack of V, part 1.
Tracy Chapman - Baby Can I Hold YouBryan Adams - I'll always be right hereStaind - Tangled up in YouAeroSmith - Don't Wanna Miss A ThingAlicia Keyes - If I Ain't Got YouLoneStar - AmazedTupelo Honey - Make Me BelieveBon Jovi - AlwaysNickelback - I'd Come For YouBryan Adams - Let's Make Night To RememberJessica Riddle - Even Angels FallPoets of the Fall - StayTupelo Honey - MorphineChris Rhea - Loving You AgainHinder - Heaven SentSantana (ft. Chad Kroeger) - Into the NightHinder - Thing for YouBreaking Benjamin - Stay in Love ForeverThe Blues Traveler - Maybe I'm WrongQueen - I was born to Love you
Morning comes slow today Memories push through from yesterday Where will I be tomorrow What do I have to show From my life Stay I need you here for a new day to break Stay I want you near like a shadow in my wake Flow with life down the drain Memories and force of will sustain Where will I be tomorrow What will be left to show From my life Stay I need you here for a new day to break Stay I want you near like a shadow in my wake It's the little things Little things Little things That make the world Stay I need you here for a new day to break Stay I want you near like a shadow in my wake
I wanna show you that anything is possible Said I wanna show you that your wildest dreams can come true And I swear someday I'm gonna figure out how to do just that But until then I guess tryin is all I can do Maybe I'm wrong thinkin you want somethin better Maybe I'm wrong thinkin you got no problem makin it through the night Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talkin about Maybe I'm wrong but just maybe maybe I'm right No its none of my business but I think I can make you happy But it really doesnt matter if its me or someone else All that i know is that i think you're kinda special And one way or another gonna see that i can treat you well Maybe i'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe i'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe i'm wrong about every little thing i'm talking about Maybe i'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe i'm right You seem to think that lady luck just doesn't like you Well, i've been trying to believe that the lady just ain't that dumb Oh, just give her time to get here And i'm sure that when she gets here She'll be really glad to be here when she comes. Maybe i'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe i'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe i'm wrong about every little thing i'm talking about Maybe i'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe i'm right Maybe i'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe i'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe i'm wrong about every little thing i'm talking about Maybe i'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe i'm right
Well now that it's morning, Where do you want to go from here? Well now that we're sober, Are your thoughts of me more clear? Woah yeah, now that your head is right, Did you dig last night? It keeps playin' in my mind. 'Cause girl I gotta thing for you. And I think it's kinda crazy, 'Cause I know that you have someone true, Wonderin' where you were last night. For now I'll say goodbye But don't think we're through, I gotta thing for you... Well now that you're home will, he be the first thing that you see? I know you'll compare us, But how does he match up next to me? Woah yeah, and now that your head is right, Did you dig last night? It keeps playin' in my mind. 'Cause girl I gotta thing for you. And I think it's kinda crazy, 'Cause I know that you have someone true, Wonderin' where you were last night. Girl I gotta thing for you. And I know the night was hazy, But I still remember wakin' up And kissin' your head one more time For now I'll say goodbye But don't think we're through, I gotta thing for you... Well I remember layin your head down, I remember lovin' all your sounds. I gotta thing for you. And I think it's kinda crazy, 'Cause I know that you have someone true, Wonderin' where you were last night. Girl I gotta thing for you. And I know the night was hazy, But I still remember wakin' up and kissin' your head one more time... For now I'll say goodbye But don't think we're through, I gotta thing for you...
D: Chocolate Creamy Classic
L: Just don't talk with your mouth full of chocolate creamy classic...
V: I think Jim Courier missed his calling; he could've bene a good poet. If Stephanie Meyers can sell books written badly, Jim would have no trouble selling poetic lines about ballets and flights of Federer's grace.
A: When you are "making whoopy" online
V: 'Making whoopy'... really? roflmao
A: Ok so when you having sex online...geez. Just trying to be a lady here