The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: let's drink!

Summoning @onehitwanda to ask whether she knows which Oglaf cartoon is the one with the mermaids and manatees.

(I'm assuming she does.)

(I'm also assuming her interest in sailing was inspired by stories of mermaids.)

(Or manatees. I try not to judge people.)
 
The thing about the song "Monto" is that it was written about the area behind the Pro-Cathedral in Dublin, which once was one of the most famous red light districts in Europe; the area was named for Montgomery Street.

Well you've heard of Buckshot Forster
The dirty old imposter
Took his mot and lost her up the Furry Glen
He first put on his bowler
and he buttoned up his trousers
and he whistled for a growler and he says, "my man!"
Take me up to Monto, Monto, Monto
Take me up to Monto, lan-ge-roo
to you!
 
Come all you bonnie lassies now
A warning take by me
Don't ever trust an Irishman
An inch above your knee
He'll tease you and he'll please you
And when he's had his fun
He'll leave you in the mornin'
With a daughter or a son
So pass the flowing bowl boys
There's whiskey in the jar
And we'll drink to all the lassies
And the jolly roving tar
 
I had an experience on a yacht delivery that inspired one of my better stories. It was great fun to write and included trans, gay and lesbian, tears and laughter and accurate sailing terms to keep the nerds happy. I won't link it because I think that's bad form: we're all writers and it gets tedious to see endless self promotions... okay it's called Under the Sky :LOL:

Back to the topic, I'll offer some more boat terms; horn timber; night heads, logshaft. I'll let you create your own puns. Anyone like to explain where the name Capt Pugwash came from?
 
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I had an experience on a yacht delivery that inspired one of my better stories. It was great fun to write and included trans, gay and lesbian, tears and laughter and accurate sailing terms to keep the nerds happy. I won't link it because I think that's bad form: we're all writers and it gets tedious to see endless self promotions... okay it's called Under the Sky :LOL:
It's an excellent story, very Sticky observational. Once we sorted out the commas ;).
 
How do they get them so fluffy high? Mine are always flat…
The right temp, buttermilk, and let the batter rest for about 10-15 minutes before cooking, get the griddle to a nice 350 and don't touch until they are a bit dry on top. Only flip once, let them cook. The more you scootch/touch them the more likely they are to fall.

Another trick: whip up two of your egg whites separately to moderate stiff peaks and fold it into the batter before resting the batter for a few minutes. Resting the batter gives the bicarb a chance to do its thing.
 
The right temp, buttermilk, and let the batter rest for about 10-15 minutes before cooking, get the griddle to a nice 350 and don't touch until they are a bit dry on top. Only flip once, let them cook. The more you scootch/touch them the more likely they are to fall.

Another trick: whip up two of your egg whites separately to moderate stiff peaks and fold it into the batter before resting the batter for a few minutes. Resting the batter gives the bicarb a chance to do its thing.
Thanks!
I use a boxed mix but I’m going to try these tips anyway.
I wonder what else in my life I’ve been doing so very wrong 😆😆
 
So tell us about some sailor food, cookies! I cook chicken teryaki on our boat: we have two gas burners so have to work around that. There is an oven but it's rubbish - everyone knows a boat's oven is crap.
 
We were an odd couple, even in small town Eastham. I was taller than you by two inches, older (over a year, so even though you were eighteen you were seeing an "older woman") but worst of all, your chest was bigger than mine. Me and my sisters all were "flat as a board." Not an exaggeration. Cindy maintained that God had given us all "pancake" breasts, just slapped an extra inch of flesh on two places on our ribcages and called it done.
 
Thanks!
I use a boxed mix but I’m going to try these tips anyway.
I wonder what else in my life I’ve been doing so very wrong 😆😆
Heh, so did I this morning. I've been awake for...

Since 6 am yesterday. I can't math. Like 31 hours and have about another hour or so to go before I can go to bed.

I don't think I was capable of weighing out ingredients for fully homemade ones.

But then I managed to make this shit, too, and my only injury is a burned forearm from reaching past a hot pot handle and... Well, I guess technically I failed to reach past it.

Anyway:

Honey mustard baked chicken, mashed sweet potatoes, honey carrots, and sauteed spinach with mushrooms, onions, and garlic along with some homemade bread.
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Cheesecake with a strawberry rum and cream sauce and fresh strawberries.
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And now I finish my work and go home in about an hour or two. The drive home is gonna be fun!
 
And then I broke my toe. (Not really... Or at least it doesn't look bruised/swollen enough to be broken.)

I dropped a four pound brick of frozen soup directly on my middle toe (I was wearing shoes, if not my toe would probably be broken, lol). It was not pleasant.
 
And then I broke my toe. (Not really... Or at least it doesn't look bruised/swollen enough to be broken.)

I dropped a four pound brick of frozen soup directly on my middle toe (I was wearing shoes, if not my toe would probably be broken, lol). It was not pleasant.
Hopefully it's just a little beaten up. Not sure what exact height we're talking about here, but I think it'd be exceedingly unlucky for something that weighs only four pounds to cause serious damage to a shod toe when dropped from a table.

You should totally pretend it's broken, though, and walk in an exaggeratedly limping manner. This way, whenever someone asks you what happened, you'll be able to watch their confused expression as you tell them you stubbed your toe on a soup :)
 
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