The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: Cthulhu versus Sithrak!

It's weekend.

The first semi-final of the Women's Rugby World Cup is on tonight: Canada v New Zealand. Tomorrow it's England v France.

And when my wife finishes working in a few minutes we're going for a walk in the sunshine.

Not quite the weekend yet here. But I've got a hike planned with friends for tomorrow morning.
 
I write blogs about my experiences on a Dutch website for fellow cancer patients, and one of my blogs has just been selected to be published in their monthly newsletter that goes out to 16,000 members. It’s such a huge positive boost, and it really makes me happy!

Congratulations!
 
I write blogs about my experiences on a Dutch website for fellow cancer patients, and one of my blogs has just been selected to be published in their monthly newsletter that goes out to 16,000 members. It’s such a huge positive boost, and it really makes me happy!
Congrats on that!
 
Blogs and podcast scripts are the icing on the cake, but the cake is working for two fiction writers. Glad to meet someone who researches and writes their own blogs. Though I'd pass on the kind of research you had to go through.
I write blogs about my experiences on a Dutch website for fellow cancer patients, and one of my blogs has just been selected to be published in their monthly newsletter that goes out to 16,000 members. It’s such a huge positive boost, and it really makes me happy!
 
Blogs and podcast scripts are the icing on the cake, but the cake is working for two fiction writers. Glad to meet someone who researches and writes their own blogs. Though I'd pass on the kind of research you had to go through.
I would have preferred writing blogs about baking cakes, indeed, but life had something else in store for me. The upside is that I actually experience the research material myself and can later dissect it with precision and humor. Because no one wants to read dull, heavy-hearted blogs about cancer!
 
I made an herb, spinach, goat cheese and tomato quiche. Well, I made three of them, but here's one.

And I didn't realize how close it was to falling off the table until I looked at the picture later.

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I too have an egg allergy, but I would snuggle up next to that quiche with a bottle of Courvoisier. That is a fine looking culinary masterpiece.
 
Umm, if you have an egg allergy, how can you reproduce? If you have eggs, don't your own make you sick? If you have little swimmers, doesn't the egg send them into shock?
Fun fact about me: I can't maintain a pregnancy.

But as far as the egg allergy: As long as it doesn't end up in my digestive system, I'm fine. (I do react poorly to vaccines as well, though. Not poorly enough to not get vaccinated, but poorly enough to pout and get my way for about a week after a vaccination.)
 
Oh, Jo's the master at that! It's the only time, she's the little girl, and I'm the grown-up.
Fun fact about me: I can't maintain a pregnancy.

But as far as the egg allergy: As long as it doesn't end up in my digestive system, I'm fine. (I do react poorly to vaccines as well, though. Not poorly enough to not get vaccinated, but poorly enough to pout and get my way for about a week after a vaccination.)
 
Not so fun fact: I was forcibly sterilized by a doctor after I was raped the last time. My adoptive Father threatened a lawsuit, but settled for the bastard losing his license.
Fun fact about me: I can't maintain a pregnancy.

But as far as the egg allergy: As long as it doesn't end up in my digestive system, I'm fine. (I do react poorly to vaccines as well, though. Not poorly enough to not get vaccinated, but poorly enough to pout and get my way for about a week after a vaccination.)
 
Oh, Jo's the master at that! It's the only time, she's the little girl, and I'm the grown-up.
She has my sympathy. I always end up with a knot the size of half a baseball at the injection site and unable to lift my arm for a day or two. So far no severe reactions and I'm the type that walks into my doctor's office and am like "load me up, doc, what vaxxies am I due for?
 
Not so fun fact: I was forcibly sterilized by a doctor after I was raped the last time. My adoptive Father threatened a lawsuit, but settled for the bastard losing his license.
He should've lost more than his license.

I have zero tolerance for assholes who make choices for others against their will. I'm sorry you had to endure that.
 
We get everything when they are due. Tetanus every five years, flu and COVID every year, pneumonia every two years, and so forth and so on.
She has my sympathy. I always end up with a knot the size of half a baseball at the injection site and unable to lift my arm for a day or two. So far no severe reactions and I'm the type that walks into my doctor's office and am like "load me up, doc, what vaxxies am I due for?
 
At the time, I was a minor (wait, minor or miner? I hate English), living in foster care, who'd run away from Mum and Pops, but they were there, and he didn't ask shit before he did it.
He should've lost more than his license.

I have zero tolerance for assholes who make choices for others against their will. I'm sorry you had to endure that.
 
My dog loves to play ball, but won't bring it back. He insists you chase him down and steal it.
Our dog (70+ pounds) loves to catch the ball thrown near her, but she's older and refuses to chase after it anymore when she misses.

However, our male cat (15 pounds) LOVES to play fetch, jumping up in the air like a volleyball player to spike the ball with one paw or like wide receiver to catch with both paws. He scrambles and chases when he misses and it's a fun show.

The problem is that the dog uses tennis balls and the cat uses little cloth balls or play mice. When the cat gets tired of playing, he'll take his little ball or toy mouse to the much bigger dog who will, almost always, chew it up.

Without a ball to play with, the cat often steals a sock from the laundry basket and carries it around like a ball, sometimes leaving it for his buddy the big dog, who often chews it up....
 
At the time, I was a minor (wait, minor or miner? I hate English), living in foster care, who'd run away from Mum and Pops, but they were there, and he didn't ask shit before he did it.
Chances are he'd gotten away with it many times before and your adoptive father put an end to it. Not that it's a consolation to what you experienced, and his punishment was weak in comparison to his crime.

I think we've discussed this vaguely before, but our situations weren't terribly different.

And we should probably not derail this thread with "depressing" stuff like, you know, real life experiences that aren't all glowy and happy making. It makes people uncomfortable to accept that some people had a shitty start in life.

I think we're both in much better situations now, though.
 
Canada Women beat NZ Women to reach the final of the Rugby World Cup. Tomorrow England play France. Not getting ahead of myself by predicting an England win, but I've sat through too many Rugby World Cup finals - men and women - and seen England lose. And Canada are looking very impressive.
 
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