The Official "Say Anything" Thread

[ducpainter]

When you're used to it.... it...

isn't.

All fixed

[LMT]

Morning guys!  According to the news, Seattle had the second darkest day ever yesterday. I was in a classroom and remember thinking it sure did look gloomy outside 

Heavy rain this morning for the dog walk. Rain expected all day. For many days in a row       Welcome to Seattle!

[ungeheuer]

TIW 

[DarkMonster620]

morning . ..

it's Mother's Day here . . .

brfeakfast in bed for the missus . . . dim sum; hampao, hackao, siumai, wotip, gichikao, some jazmin tea . . for me the same but 2 fried eggs

[red baron]

are you making up a language as you go?

[ducpainter]

are you making up a language as you go?

Craslo speaks FOOD!

[DarkMonster620]

Craslo speaks FOOD!

what he said . .

some images of the dim sum:
hampao, filled with pork:

hackao, filled with shrimp:

siumai, filled with pork and shrimp:

wotip, filled with pork and ginger, these are steamed and then lightly seared in sesame oil, I use a mix of sesame oil and chili oil:
gichikao, same wonton based pastry, filled with pork, shrimp and veggies, you can have them steamed, boiled or fried, for brekkie I either steam or fry them:

[Popeye the Sailor]

He speaks Panommanian.

[DarkMonster620]

He speaks Panommanian.

=

Craslo speaks FOOD!

listen to your elders

[1.21GW]

I had an elaborate dream about my monster last night:

Somehow I was in Seattle with my bike and, after a week of vacationing and visiting a friend, I had to return to the east coast.  I realized at that point that the airlines would probably not let me take the bike as checked baggage, so I panicked.  My resolution was to sell the thing in Seattle before I left, but I had < 48 hrs before my flight to do so.  No one wanted it, and it kept breaking down as I tried showing it off.  Then it occurred to me to sell it to a Ducati dealer, who could at least given me something for it.  At that point I just wanted it gone so I could fly home.  However, they had no interest in buying it.  But then Carlos came over (he was working there) and mentioned that if I tore the thing down I could pack it into 3 bags that I could check on a plane.  So I started to do that, when another mechanic began making suggestions for upgrades and repairs, which I bought into.  So I ended up missing my flight and was left with a pile of parts in boxes with no place to stay, no flight home, and a $2k bill for upgrades I didn't need.  That's when I woke up.



I don't know the larger psychoanalytical meaning of this, but I now have a strong urge to sell my bike.

[ducpainter]

I had an elaborate dream about my monster last night:

Somehow I was in Seattle with my bike and, after a week of vacationing and visiting a friend, I had to return to the east coast.  I realized at that point that the airlines would probably not let me take the bike as checked baggage, so I panicked.  My resolution was to sell the thing in Seattle before I left, but I had < 48 hrs before my flight to do so.  No one wanted it, and it kept breaking down as I tried showing it off.  Then it occurred to me to sell it to a Ducati dealer, who could at least given me something for it.  At that point I just wanted it gone so I could fly home.  However, they had no interest in buying it.  But then Carlos came over (he was working there) and mentioned that if I tore the thing down I could pack it into 3 bags that I could check on a plane.  So I started to do that, when another mechanic began making suggestions for upgrades and repairs, which I bought into.  So I ended up missing my flight and was left with a pile of parts in boxes with no place to stay, no flight home, and a $2k bill for upgrades I didn't need.  That's when I woke up.



I don't know the larger psychoanalytical meaning of this, but I now have a strong urge to sell my bike.

That's pretty funny.

I wish I still had pictures of the back of Anil's, RIP bro, Saab the day he showed up at my house.

[DarkMonster620]

I had an elaborate dream about my monster last night:

Somehow I was in Seattle with my bike and, after a week of vacationing and visiting a friend, I had to return to the east coast.  I realized at that point that the airlines would probably not let me take the bike as checked baggage, so I panicked.  My resolution was to sell the thing in Seattle before I left, but I had < 48 hrs before my flight to do so.  No one wanted it, and it kept breaking down as I tried showing it off.  Then it occurred to me to sell it to a Ducati dealer, who could at least given me something for it.  At that point I just wanted it gone so I could fly home.  However, they had no interest in buying it.  But then Carlos came over (he was working there) and mentioned that if I tore the thing down I could pack it into 3 bags that I could check on a plane.  So I started to do that, when another mechanic began making suggestions for upgrades and repairs, which I bought into.  So I ended up missing my flight and was left with a pile of parts in boxes with no place to stay, no flight home, and a $2k bill for upgrades I didn't need.  That's when I woke up.



I don't know the larger psychoanalytical meaning of this, but I now have a strong urge to sell my bike.

don't sell . . . upgrade . .  

[Howie]

Warm, cloudy, squirrels digging madly.  Right now I'm at the dentist.

[Bick]

I had an elaborate dream about my monster last night:

I used to have elaborate dreams about my Monster....  Mostly in my early teens...

Oh, wait...  Your dream was about your motorcycle...

[Popeye the Sailor]

Warm, cloudy, squirrels digging madly.  Right now I'm at the dentist.

Howie! The dentist IS a squirrel!