h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

What a relief, MR! Nothing frightens me quite as much as the IRS.

The NSA frightens me more than the IRS. Of course, they could be the same organization...

Don't get Danes started about taxes...

14 made a remark over dinner tonight that was immediately filed in the family hall of fame for dinner remarks: "These white thingies in tomatoes - they taste like the furry animals in Happy Meals from McDonald smells..."

Anyone has experiences they'd like to share to deepen the discussion??

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That's the one! The bit where they drove through redneck country with such slogans painted on their cars as "country and western is rubbish" and "man love rules ok" was simultaneously hilarious and terrifying. I was genuinely surprised they escaped unscathed.

I'm constantly surprised by the redneck's sense of humor. Of course, we get some strange rednecks around here. They tend to be rebellious, smoke a lot of not-oregano, and listen to rock and roll and Americana instead of Nashville swill.

Oh, and lurgy is verrrrrry sloooowwwwly going away... But I think I pulled a stomach muscle coughing just now. Or blew a sidewall, I'm not sure which.

Potato starch is just so not designed to go anywhere else than from the original bad and into whatever receptacle you're needing it in.

So the bag splitting down one entire side upon gentle attempt of opening it without excessive use of force or sharp instruments is to be frowned upon.

Followed by gentle dusting of kitchen surfaces and multitude of utensils in obviously open drawer underneath.

*sighs*

Sol, that's fantastic news! Another cyber nephew. I can't wait to see him.

We have another ice storm. The library has been closed for two days. And it uprooted my almond tree. I wouldn't have worked anyway. I have a sinus infection, am full of meds and am fairly loopy as a result. I would have taken off Wednesday, but had the auditors all day. Other than that, everything here is fine.

Potato starch? What would you use potato starch for?

And I completely sympathize. I seem to have gotten clumsier, and opening those paper bags full of dry powdery goods is always a mess - grit flying everywhere, including in all the open drawers I neglected to close.

I'm getting a mini working-vacation on the Navajo Reservation for the first week of March. On the 29th I'm going to the delightfully named town of Tuba City (which, if I remember correctly, can be distinguished from the surrounding landscape due only to the presence of a McDonald's) to work on that Uranium thing I was complaining about a couple weeks ago. Then it's off to Window Rock to study for the Navajo Nation Bar Exam.

I am excited about the Navajo Bar because, when I was very young (1 or less, I think), my father was hired by the tribe to do some legal work. For many years, I had trouble pronouncing my "l"s and instead pronounced them as "w"s. Saying my father was a "Navajo Lawyer" sounded a lot like "Navajo Warrior." I'm looking forward to being a Navajo Warrior myself

You could use potato starch for exactly the same things that you use corn starch for. I use it to thicken sauces.

Now I have this vision in my head where Navajo Warriors carry briefcases and constantly talk into their bluetooth headsets.

[mr]

I don't have a bluetooth headset. But I do know some Navajo Warriors who do.

I was just wondering what kind of candy a Navajo Bar would be, and what it would have in it...

I was baking some - and that particular dough, wich I surely do not have any idea what to call in English - has a mix of ordinary wheat flor & potato starch in it...

Pufff!

Lentilla, there are two well known, classically Navajo ingredients: Fry Bread, and Mutton. Neither seems appetizing in a candy bar.

*is excited, in a very discreet, vague and elf-like way, that she recognised both Tuba City and Window Rock from Tony Hillerman's books*

[RNick]

C is now officially a Boy Scout, kinda scary wouldn't you say Marv?

Titania, thanks for reminding me, since the Rez is dry, I'll want something to entertain me, like a Hillerman novel...