Bistro Bijou

[unpredictablebijou]

*staggers in, looking very rumpled, batting ineffectually at hair*

*mumble* coffee *mumble* lots. *mumble*

 

[Angeline]

*staggers in, looking very rumpled, batting ineffectually at hair*

*mumble* coffee *mumble* lots. *mumble*

That streak didn't look quite so um electric in the photo you sent me.



I just got one of these delivered to me today:

http://cache.gifts.com/photos/U/5/T/D/U5TDDYBVLXHEYKJESZXV_L.jpg

Mine is yellow, just like the that one on the right. Oooh I'm so excited! (Although I was checking out a forum of recipes written for these things earlier today, and I noticed that many of the posters there had names for them. For their mixers. Just when I think I'm really weird, I see something like this and realize that I'm not *that* crazy after all.)

I did have names for my cars when I was younger, but that's about it. I had a teal minivan I named Vanna Green. TMI?

Did you ever name your vehicles? None of you have names for your kitchen appliances, right?

Ok. Chocolate brioche for everybody!

http://imagebank.ipcmedia.com/imageBank/cache/c/chocolateBrioche.jpg

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I am all a flutter just now when I was running a quiz from my upstairs computer room I happened to hear a noise outside and looked out to behold the hunkiesttttttttttttt firemen playing with (oops I mean out) their hoses swoooooooon such heavenly helmets too. One didnt look old enough to have left his mammy so I wondered about lighting his fire ..... be still my beating heart. BTW I shared this with all the ladies in the quizroom and they were much taken with my descriptions of said helmets and how one hunk ran his hose through his fingerssss ... gosh am all a tingle

 

[unpredictablebijou]

That streak didn't look quite so um electric in the photo you sent me.

Well, it was sort of a rough night...

I just got one of these delivered to me today:

http://cache.gifts.com/photos/U/5/T/D/U5TDDYBVLXHEYKJESZXV_L.jpg

Mine is yellow, just like the that one on the right. Oooh I'm so excited! (Although I was checking out a forum of recipes written for these things earlier today, and I noticed that many of the posters there had names for them. For their mixers. Just when I think I'm really weird, I see something like this and realize that I'm not *that* crazy after all.)

Does it make coffee?

I did have names for my cars when I was younger, but that's about it. I had a teal minivan I named Vanna Green. TMI?

Did you ever name your vehicles? None of you have names for your kitchen appliances, right?

I name all my cars. Right now it's the Panda, my faithful and fabulous ten-year-old toyota. frickin love that car.

I do remember a cappucino maker we often called "GOD".

Ok. Chocolate brioche for everybody!

http://imagebank.ipcmedia.com/imageBank/cache/c/chocolateBrioche.jpg

YAY!

I am all a flutter just now when I was running a quiz from my upstairs computer room I happened to hear a noise outside and looked out to behold the hunkiesttttttttttttt firemen playing with (oops I mean out) their hoses swoooooooon such heavenly helmets too. One didnt look old enough to have left his mammy so I wondered about lighting his fire ..... be still my beating heart. BTW I shared this with all the ladies in the quizroom and they were much taken with my descriptions of said helmets and how one hunk ran his hose through his fingerssss ... gosh am all a tingle

Oh I do love me some hawt fireman action...

 

[Homburg]

I don't name my cars. We have but fleeting dalliances. I am barely acquainted with them afore mishap, misadventure, mechanical failure, or job change carries them from my life. So my current coach is "the Malibu", and my new one, due in two weeks, will be "the Fusion". Simply brimming over with life, verve, and personality, I know.

I does not help that I am the Reaper of Souls in the automobile world, pronouncing mortal utterances over the tattered remains of once fine automotive technology. I see their mangled forms and twisted metal corpses littering my day, and wander through granting reprieve or absolution with a stroke of the holy pen.

Today was a bright day. No fine wheeled stallions met their end by ink and tally. Tomorrow will surely yield more of the fallen...

 

[Angeline]

I don't name my cars. We have but fleeting dalliances. I am barely acquainted with them afore mishap, misadventure, mechanical failure, or job change carries them from my life. So my current coach is "the Malibu", and my new one, due in two weeks, will be "the Fusion". Simply brimming over with life, verve, and personality, I know.

I does not help that I am the Reaper of Souls in the automobile world, pronouncing mortal utterances over the tattered remains of once fine automotive technology. I see their mangled forms and twisted metal corpses littering my day, and wander through granting reprieve or absolution with a stroke of the holy pen.

Today was a bright day. No fine wheeled stallions met their end by ink and tally. Tomorrow will surely yield more of the fallen...

From some of the stories you've told about your car repair escapades, I'd bet that any name you give a car is not one you'd say with affection.

And Bij, we have the coffee maker and the coffee bean grinder, nowhere near as fancy-schmancy as the mixer (or "heavy artillery," as ee has taken to calling it). I've been more in a tea mood lately, but here ya go. Wake up, baby.

http://www.uchpeace.org/data/files/images/529359_coffee_2.jpg

 

[unpredictablebijou]

mmmm

*gulp, guzzle *

mmm
coffee good.


Nice AV, by the way. I think we have a Wonder Woman Synchronicity today.

bj

 

[Homburg]

From some of the stories you've told about your car repair escapades, I'd bet that any name you give a car is not one you'd say with affection.

You would be correct.

I did actually refer to my first car as "Il coche", a play off of "Il duce". It was a vile fascist that exercised far too much control over my life. And the trains may have run on time, but I sure didn't.

 

[champagne1982]

Methinks Homburg is either a smash-up derbyist or an insurance adjuster... Yea tho I walk in the valley of the shadow of the Gas Combustible Engine, I shall fear no oil leak... Anyway. Hom? Have you read my poem about an affair with the automobile?

The Oil Change

He stood beside her,
Tin lizzy in human form,
Massaging her hubs,
With castor oil.
He slowly torqued,
Her grease nipples,
While she tugged,
His air hose,
And opened her brake,
Control valves.

He crawled beneath her,
Giving her chassis,
A twelve point
Inspection.
Her rack and pinion,
Steering nearly drove him,
Off the hoist,
When he heard,
The gears mesh,
Inside her transmission.

She purred when the key,
Was turned in her ignition.
The wetness coursed through
Hoses heated with,
Hydraulic fluids.
Pistons stroking in,
Tight cylinders, sucking,
Squeezing, banging, blowing.
Valves clamouring and splashing
In delightful synchronization.

His satisfaction is,
A job well done,
His reward a well,
Maintained exterior,
A clean interior,
And high viscosity oil.
Next time, maybe an,
Investment in,
Tire rotation,
Will be in order.

 

[Guest]

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[unpredictablebijou]

Fancy, drip or French press? And yes, it matters.

Of course it matters. Like life itself.
Your fondness for coffee is one of the first things that attracted me to you.

I prefer French press.

That's what I take camping, too. One needn't lower ones standards just because one is in the wilderness.

bj

 

[Guest]

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[Angeline]

mmmm

*gulp, guzzle *

mmm
coffee good.


Nice AV, by the way. I think we have a Wonder Woman Synchronicity today.

bj

Indeed we do. I had a superhero poem called Poet Chick, which I was going to post here for you, but it must be on a cd somewhere, darnit. I've had that av for a few years, but for reasons I can't understand, it pissed a few people off the last time I used it so I had to retire it for a while. Go figure.

I'll look for the poem tomorrow. Now I'm off to Part 1, Disc 2, Season 6:

http://i136.photobucket.com/albums/q188/lisa_singleterry/m_SOPRANOS_logo-1.gif

Ah Joisey. Home, sweet home.



I'll look

 

[Homburg]

Methinks Homburg is either a smash-up derbyist or an insurance adjuster... Yea tho I walk in the valley of the shadow of the Gas Combustible Engine, I shall fear no oil leak... Anyway. Hom? Have you read my poem about an affair with the automobile?

The Oil Change
*snip poem*

I am the latter, though I would love to play at the former.

And I'd not read the poem. It's is quite a lovely juxtaposition of intent and image. And I remember my romantic youth, in love with rubber and steel, needing only the throaty roar of a gashog V8 as accompaniment on the road. I can remember seeing twisty roads as lovers, and buying the most meat I could fit into my wheelwells. I can remember hours spent doing things to cars that normal people would consider insane, and then doing things with them that normal people never do.

I can remember twisty roads through ugly woods, alive with menace and urban tales of bodies in oil drums. Switching off my lights on moonless nights just to hear my friends holler in fear. And even seeing flashing blue lights and feeling my foot seek floorboards instead of brake pedals.

These days, the leavings of Detroit are behind me emotionally. The car is a tool, like any other. Now, bicycles? Different story. Two wheels an dpedals have replaced four wheels and accelerators. Nasty trails have replaced twisty roads. And the thin blue line no longer cares how fast I go.

I even name them on occassion. My current-production Trek 4300 is the Banana Bike. My beloved old early 80's Peugeot Crazy Horse (the first modern mountain bike) is the French Whore (recently rebuilt, and brought back from disuse). I also stable viv's cheap ass mountain bike, a friend's early 90's Trek 800, and, as of last night, a glorious old Austrian 3-speed made in the 50's or 60's by Steyr. She's truly a grand old beauty, and in need of the sort of love that I offer. I've rebuilt bikes for friends and family as well, including an old British Free Spirit 10 speed from the 70's for my dad.

I love old bikes.

 

[The_Fool]

The shop is a COMPLETE MADHOUSE so the bistro should be too.

Guinness extra stout on tap and free whiskey for anyone who likes snakes!

have a lucky day

bijou o'toole

One of these days you are going to have to tell me where your shop is. I want to check it out...

Of course you could be lying. The shop could be in Oklahoma...

 

[unpredictablebijou]

One of these days you are going to have to tell me where your shop is. I want to check it out...

Of course you could be lying. The shop could be in Oklahoma...

LOL Oklahoma! bite your tongue. They'd burn me at the stake there.

So you're somewhere near Kansas? Where all the COOL people are?

bj

 

[The_Fool]

LOL Oklahoma! bite your tongue. They'd burn me at the stake there.

So you're somewhere near Kansas? Where all the COOL people are?

bj

Yes dear...

ICT...Okay, a little south of there.

 

[champagne1982]

I think I wrote this poem for Boo's Bar and Grill, I'm not sure. I found it when I was reading through my poems from 2006.

feet do belong on the furniture

Sit down and set down all your carryin' ons,
don't face the outer world until you've sorted out
your thoughts and wallet contents, luggage
is too much to bear. There's coffee or whiskey
to slake your thirsty soul and for some, poetry
rests on a shelf over there. Grab a few and kick
off your shoes then curl up on your chair,
someone will be along shortly to delight or annoy
you back into reality, but for now, feet do belong

on the furniture.​

It seems happy here.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Well I reckon that fits in perfectly here !

 

[Angeline]

I think I wrote this poem for Boo's Bar and Grill, I'm not sure. I found it when I was reading through my poems from 2006.

feet do belong on the furniture

Sit down and set down all your carryin' ons,
don't face the outer world until you've sorted out
your thoughts and wallet contents, luggage
is too much to bear. There's coffee or whiskey
to slake your thirsty soul and for some, poetry
rests on a shelf over there. Grab a few and kick
off your shoes then curl up on your chair,
someone will be along shortly to delight or annoy
you back into reality, but for now, feet do belong

on the furniture.​

It seems happy here.

That's sweet. I remember Boo's B&G, but not the poem. You must have thousands by now, too.

I think it belongs on a sampler here. I wonder if Bijou can cross-stitch?

And what are the Bistro regulars? Bistrogens? Bistrovians? Bistronians?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

The nature of the Beests lol

 

[Angeline]

The nature of the Beests lol

Beestros! It's perfect!

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Would it not be massively cool if Fool could come and visit the shop and report that it's as neato as it sounds? Then more of you might be inspired to wander this direction someday...

I confess to having referred to the "Bistrovians" a few times when telling my long boring stories about the Hilarious Thing that Happened on Line Today to my husbands who tolerate my babble.

But I like BEESTS much better. And maybe the women's softball team could be the Bistro Jewels.

Homburg, your little piece about cars up there is a prose poem. There are some fine, fine lines in that.

And Champagne, that poem is too perfect for this place! Reminds me, I must buy yet another fridge. There have been some excellent pieces posted in here lately.

bienvenue!

bj

 

[champagne1982]

Me too on the French press, though on the road I like fancy stuff then of course it's just to looky at the baristas.

I think I've just gotten the urge to experience another change in career direction... When do you expect to be on the road numbered Hwy 28N? mmm?

 

[The_Fool]

I think I've just gotten the urge to experience another change in career direction... When do you expect to be on the road numbered Hwy 28N? mmm?

BJ's place is probably doable. Yours would require a little more effort and planning. The company would be worth it though.....