Poor Impulse Control

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68028582010-03-14T04:01:45.538-04:00Poor Impulse ControlTarget shootin' with the Gun Moll of the RevolutionTatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.comBlogger1596125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-77425268074792027272010-03-13T20:32:00.006-05:002010-03-13T22:37:42.938-05:00Let the Red Flames Light the Sky

In the future, where we have jetpacks and that 20-20 hindsight, let us not confuse what we wish with what we are doing. An example: last July, bluegal wrote:A fellow blogger had a fit last night via email, because that blogger heard a rumor that possibly abortions would not be covered under the Public Option. I. Just. Winced. All. The. Way. To. Bed. We don't HAVE a public option yet. It's not a

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-84958685512981262372010-03-12T20:59:00.012-05:002010-03-12T22:40:46.809-05:00With A Deck Of Fifty-One

I've butted into your business before and I will do it again, but this has to be said: make your own damn yogurt!Recently, 8 ounce wide mouth Ball Jars changed my ultra-glamorous life. The glass jars that came with my ancestral yogurt makers have become delicate with age and I'd prefer not to take them to work. One day, I was foraging in my vast stores of Stuff Dad Gave Me and discovered the 8

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-32736551481211320162010-03-10T21:07:00.005-05:002010-03-10T21:48:22.469-05:00Earth Is In Your Gentle Hands

Topaz and Drusy chase a moth from a strategic position atop the dining room table.Open a bag of carrots. Cut off the ends, peel and slice on a diagonal. Heat a bigass frying pan and preheat oven to 350 degrees. Pour chicken or vegetable stock into the pan to a depth of about 1/2 inch. Sprinkle in: ground ginger, ground cumin, salt, pepper, minced dried orange peel. Add: one teaspoon honey. Toss

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-49220836230059102822010-03-09T20:45:00.003-05:002010-03-09T22:42:31.781-05:00This Red Moon Leaving the City

Staring at the blank page.Staring. Staring. Geez Louise, sometimes I have nothing to say and sometimes I have something to say that is going to burn down the house, baby. My mother now emails me each time she encounters a libertarian propagandist with a cursory knowledge of YouTube - not that she believes in that reheated crap. She just wants to know if I am familiar with the individual

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-56861444260146014332010-03-08T07:32:00.001-05:002010-03-08T11:05:06.283-05:00Love Will Come But Like A Refugee

Seriously, I have a house guest hangover. Sabrina's on a train to Secaucus. I'm draped over my desk, blurting, "I'm awake!" each time a co-worker trots past my desk. Pete, Sabrina and I talked all Saturday evening, all day Sunday and I wish I could have stayed home but I was afraid someone would talk to me, so I came to work, where people are used to me growling and baring my teeth. Omigod. I'm

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-10538773433625504432010-03-07T17:40:00.002-05:002010-03-07T18:10:43.562-05:00All Made Out Of Ticky-Tacky

Yesterday, I was elbow-deep in a wild gift-wrapping extravaganza at the family store when Pete's friend Sabrina called from Newark Airport to say she was at the car rental counter and her driver's license expired in February. Oh sure, we'd chatted about her flying in for Pete's birthday weeks ago, but time passed and I forgot all about it. I spun around behind the counter and observed three facts

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-52200071302164229042010-03-05T21:44:00.005-05:002010-03-05T22:56:14.065-05:00Don't Be Blind To the Big

We interrupt this blog to point out that playing with your food is funny. For me. If I were you, I'd be dialing the pizza place right now.Miss Sasha, my sweet:A couple weeks ago, we were talking about edible cupcake papers and I brought up egg roll wrappers. You are probably right that spring roll wrappers, properly prepared, are the kind of textural nightmare dessert enthusiasts might find

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-53853372389880107542010-03-04T13:21:00.012-05:002010-03-04T20:51:59.190-05:00When I Shout It Sounds Like Whispers

It has come to my attention that while I go about my business other humans in my immediate vicinity can actually see me. This is very odd. Perhaps I'm blinking in and out of the visible light spectrum. I've given this some thought and I believe I stopped regularly reflecting light in 1999, shortly after I retired my favorite red sequinned dress to the back of my closet. For some time thereafter,

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-14406517052990195282010-03-03T21:10:00.004-05:002010-03-03T21:15:29.105-05:00Things I Couldn't Watch

You too can look like an extra in a Desmond Child & Rouge video; you and your friend the hovering antique French lighting fixture.Why am I dressed like Bea Arthur?

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-44294432702752588932010-03-01T22:07:00.001-05:002010-03-01T22:09:13.586-05:00Real Savage Like

Haven't you been shouting "TUSK!" at your best friends for decades?

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-52445915592947829092010-02-28T21:32:00.003-05:002010-02-28T22:59:15.271-05:00Put 'Em Under Pressure And You Watch

So I'm - like - frigging civic minded. Last month, I went to a well-attended meeting about sustainability and didn't punch anyone in the face, though the topic did come up. Last week, I went to a second and - fortunately for me - the face I wanted to punch didn't put in an appearance and a mustachioed man at the other end of the table became visibly excited every time I blurted something blunt

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-33427077754555763092010-02-27T20:19:00.006-05:002010-02-27T21:53:47.151-05:00Just Relax Just Relax Just Go To Sleep

Get a load of this Facebook crap:Some tips on weathering the 2010 Classic-Era Melody Reunion on February 27, 2010:Remember, it starts early and peaks early. This is good - basically, this soiree is aligned to Manchester time (UK, not NJ) starting at 7pm and going to 1am. There'll be the customary nod to our hosts' formalities at 11pm, when the power officially dies for sixty seconds in deference

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-27796754237320097932010-02-25T19:09:00.005-05:002010-02-25T19:40:41.446-05:00The Sound Of Voices Three

Tata: You're jealous of this dinner Pete made and you're not eating.Daria: I am?Tata: You are. Listen to this gravy!Daria: That gravy does sound delicious! And you're just the bitch to tell me I'm not having that!Tata: It seemed important to tell you. You can't go around not knowing!Ignorance was indeed bliss until a moment later when Daria discovered her middle child was not playing on her front

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-89255670352953848652010-02-24T21:52:00.002-05:002010-02-24T22:28:59.854-05:00She Gets It While She Can

How To Use A Potato BinPotato bins and grow bags are used to grow the earliest potatoes. They are also used along with raised beds to grow prize winning potatoes for the garden show bench. Potato bins, bags, and potato barrels fit on any hard surface or small piece of ground open to full light. Try them on your patio or balcony. They give you a convenient way to harvest fresh spuds. Here you'll

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-42887464273383790902010-02-23T22:32:00.002-05:002010-02-23T22:39:03.690-05:00With Well-Oiled Precision

Hey! Siobhan cleverly added comments to PIC, meaning now you can add your own bon mots. The unique visitors numbers are way up. Unique visitors: enter and sign in, please!I'm - uh - the one in the marabou overalls. Howdy!

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-9582578000875159342010-02-22T21:06:00.002-05:002010-02-22T22:18:06.859-05:00You Always Were Two Steps Ahead

Miss Sasha let slip that in North Dakota she can get fresh lingonberries, long a staple of Swedish food. Here in New Jersey, lingonberries are generally only available after a lengthy traipse through IKEA, though recently, Pete and I found them canned in the grocery store. Thus, I have informed Miss Sasha she will be jarring lingonberries because I want to eat those, and isn't that what's

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-91835721473581537272010-02-21T21:34:00.002-05:002010-02-21T21:43:07.667-05:00Down From These Heights

Beautiful Sweetpea. She would nibble on the squirrels if she could. From here, the neighbors look so tasty.

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-51460671133300537012010-02-20T15:30:00.009-05:002010-02-20T17:54:00.624-05:00Collar To the Cold

Here at Poor Impulse Control, we're all about It, whatever It is, so long as It is funny, and nothing is funnier than talking about food. Why? Because I get stage fright making rice pudding and half my family went to cooking school without so much as sending a postcard. To recap somewhat, then, I have several different projects going and your bag's packed.1. Dad died and left cookbooks to study,

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-32868480381695423872010-02-19T21:54:00.009-05:002010-02-19T22:48:39.473-05:00We're Still On Our Way Home

Oh bloody hell:Nearly a third of Texans believe humans and dinosaurs roamed the earth at the same time, and more than half disagree with the theory that humans developed from earlier species of animals, according to the University of Texas/Texas Tribune Poll.Hey Texans! Wanna buy half a bridge in Brooklyn?About the same numbers of Democrats and Republicans — 43 percent — disagree with the idea

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-82359489079922934622010-02-18T11:51:00.005-05:002010-02-18T15:14:42.039-05:00Hope That Holds Us Together

ATTENTION: MANUFACTURERS OF HIP REPLACEMENT TECHNOLOGY,Your current products permit users to bend at the hip a mere 90 degrees. A generation of athletes, sex fiends and Shriners will be arriving at your door any day now for whom 90 degrees simply will not cut it.Plan accordingly.Kisses, Princess Ta

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-78535184484123419032010-02-17T14:46:00.001-05:002010-02-17T14:50:02.892-05:00More Of This I Can Take

Sarah Palin:A lot of people, I guess this New York Times reporter, they just don't like that message of we being taxed enough and wanting to remind our elected officials of their constitutional limitations of big government, and just kind of get government back on the side of the people.Grammar schools everywhere have found their cautionary tale.

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-90316567945630676812010-02-16T21:42:00.002-05:002010-02-16T22:44:26.057-05:00The Line Of Cars Drove Down Real Slow

Sometimes you bumble through life - dum dee dum dee dee - doing your own thing and stumble on proof that thing you're doing? You're doing it at an advanced level. There's no other explanation for this:When you accept everything you're told without question, you open the door to being manipulated. If you want to avoid being someone else's puppet, follow these steps.Think for yourself - like me!

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-61531108309890304862010-02-14T18:56:00.001-05:002010-02-14T19:00:57.768-05:00Out To Capture A Moment Everyone Knows

Lovely Drusy on the mantel, beneath the Picasso print dated 2.14.58.

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-61038443441983603312010-02-13T21:33:00.009-05:002010-02-14T18:52:06.518-05:00Yearn Admits You're Outside

Etienne appeared - POOF! - in a cloud of dust, tossing off flaming emails - IN NJ UNTIL TOMORROW COME AND FUCKING SEE ME. I laughed the whole six blocks Pete and I drove to his aunt and uncle's house, which was filled with cats and other people surprised to see me. Etienne squeezed the stuffing out of me and raced to the car, anxious to meet Pete, whom I'd described as "my shiny new husband."

Tatahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14639571609720073406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6802858.post-61265811982445506592010-02-11T13:56:00.003-05:002010-02-11T14:33:21.530-05:00Like the Deadly Hands Of the Radium Clock

Tata: Is Lois there and is she good and surly?Anya: Lois, are you good and surly?Lois: Who is it?Anya: Auntie Ta. Get over here!Lois: Hello?Tata: I have all the ingredients for tempeh dumplings laid out on the counter. Wanna come over and teach me how to make them, since you've made dumplings and I haven't?Lois: I can't. I'm going out to play in the snow with my friends.Tata: I don't blame you.

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