Hey Ms T. that link you tried to enter didn't work.  I think. There's a red x at the left anyway.  Excuse me for a minute while I shake up some wings and have a sip of something cold.  You can watch but I may recruit you for a few little prep chores.  The rewards will be plentious.
jb

I pity the fool
who does not drool
over Jb's debonaire
superdooper superbowl fare

(cough)

Um... here for some crabdip?


Call it Superbowl Ad-day
cuz 'twixt the ads
are huddles and play

Fire the AdMen!
But why do I now
crave a Lexus?


Ah. Football schmootball. Foosball's where it's at.


A favorite scene from an all time favorite movie of mine:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=gn_77OvqYng

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So here's an admission.  Although I prepared and enjoyed with family and friends a Super Bowl meal, I didn't see a single moment of the game, nor any ads and not even the intrepid oldster, Madonna.  I did check the score on the internet a couple times.  Am I culturally deprived?  Un-American?  Or just a dull guy? 
Doesn't matter.  Time for a walk outside.
Later, ya'll
jb

jpb2ndchance wrote:

So here's an admission.  Although I prepared and enjoyed with family and friends a Super Bowl meal, I didn't see a single moment of the game, nor any ads and not even the intrepid oldster, Madonna.  I did check the score on the internet a couple times.  Am I culturally deprived?  Un-American?  Or just a dull guy? 
Doesn't matter.  Time for a walk outside.
Later, ya'll
jb

So, you don't remember any of it, either?

Two and a half men, meet The River.

Dear God.

Things I learned: Don't draw the blanket down from a lump in the bed. It might be a blue-headed monster/alien/whateverthefuck. Notice how the 'blue meanie' is rendered helpless while under a blanket, but if someone comes along to pull it off, all of a sudden he can rip everything to shreds. Damn the power of the blanket. Oh, and try not to set up camp where there are thousands of freaky dolls hanging from trees. Because sure enough, if you take back your teddy bear, you won't be able to get it back onto the tree without the help of Martha Stewart. I won't even go into the dope who cast the son as looking older than his mother.

I've never watched anything so bad that kept me laughing throughout. Mystery Science Theatre worthy.

Always watch out for the rock, boss... lest you disappear in two feet of water. And reappear in another two feet of water, in practically dry clothes. I could go on...

What? You have stitches from the big gash in your leg? Let's go into some parasitic water. You can watch me repair the boat.

Well tell me what you think if you ever get around to watching it, j.

jb, you are too funny!!!!!! I must say, your 5th reviewer has an interesting take on "vows" that would have Betty Friedan rolling in her grave. I'm thinking of something good to say about you--but it always ends up being an epic novel that needs cutting down to 600 pages.

I had a gathering of some friends last night and I made chocolate lava cakes. OMG were they good, and easier than any other recipe I had found. I want to post it here in case you guys ever consider adding it to the menu. I stole it from a cooking show, so as a writer, I had to give credit where credit was due...

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Chocolate Lava Cake
(From “Chucks Day Off† TV show on the Cooking Channel)

Makes 4 servings

Preheat oven to 350 degrees
Butter four ramekins and coat with sugar

½ Cup Butter
6 oz semi-sweet chocolate
3 eggs - room temperature
1/3 C sugar
2 Tbls flour

Melt butter and chocolate over medium heat
In a large bowl, *whisk eggs and sugar together until pale yellow and “ribbon-y† (4-5 minutes).
Add ½ of the chocolate mixture into the eggs and combine. Add second ½ and combine. Add flour, mix well.

Pour into prepared ramekins 3/4 full. May be refrigerated until needed.

Bake at 350 for 10 to 15 minutes. Remove from oven. Allow to set for 5 more. May be put in refrigerator for a quicker cool down. Cake can be inverted onto plate or served in ramekin. Add scoop of vanilla ice cream. Enjoy!

*I have a bad wrist, so I used my whisk attachment on my mixer and it worked fine.

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Yay! My son misspelled grammar. His first time up.  g r a m m e r

Yummo!

I just gave my youngest son my bomber jacket--I bought it at an antique shop for $500 20 years ago. It has a map of Korea for the lining and all kinds of original patches. We just watched Top Gun! I'll regret it in the morning.

Well, I see there's a new addition to the jukebox! Let's see....OMG, flashbacks! Nooo! AaaaaaAAAAaaaa.....Now it's stuck in my head for the next twelve hours! And it's not even 7am!  Ack!

Mean, Ms. T.  :p

j l mo wrote:

So, while the place is so quiet, I'll slip back here and start a pot of coffee. My book is done and re-writes are underway (fourth incarnation) and I still hate the opening chapter.

I am so intimidated over the query process. I'm afraid I've reached  a point of hiding in my first novel's re-writes instead of grabbing the bull by the horns and sending out the letters so I can start accumulating rejections. *sigh* Que self-pity party music.

Congrats to your grandson on the spelling bee. Ramekin! Whadda co-ink-ee-dink-y!

Phun with foniks rox!

BTW~I have no clue how they got that stupid name. Small bowl works for me.

You better get started on that rejection pile; I understand Steinbeck had a stack a foot and a half high before he was accepted. Shoot I'm almost there, mine's about a foot tall now, oh so close. One thing about those queries, don't burn all your bridges at once by mass mailing to every agent/publisher listed in some directory. You'll probably end up revising that query more than your novel and you can't resend to the same ones and expect better results; they pretty much frown and toss those follow up ones or so I'm told and expect to be true. Of course you might hit the lottery on that first one too. Good luck. Take care. Vern