Lisah, please don't lose me in an airport, mmkay?

If I can do 2+ weeks in the UK with my dad and not lose him I think I can keep track of one Meara! (Technically, he did get lost once but my friends were in charge of him that evening. And he eventually found his way to where we were staying.)

I am farting around at home while Hec takes Matilda to her soccer playoffs (farting around will eventually include vacuuming and working on the room that is now just a cluttered room but will eventually become mostly-hers-but-also-still-Emmett's-when-he's-back-on-break, but is right now just farting), and I just got the greatest bitter insult ever!

I've been counter-trolling a troll on the comments of an Atlantic article about new NIH funding for studies into possible causes of and treatment options for ME/CFS -- lots of people with chronic fatigue and other neurodegenerative disorders have been very excited about the news and were trying to share thoughts and experiences and findings from recent studies, and this troll disrupted every single conversation with rants about how it's all psychiatric disorders and everyone just needs to exercise more and anyone who thinks any of these diseases are actual diseases is both brainwashed and participating in a witch hunt.

So I started fucking with him (presuming it's a him), just to keep him occupied so everyone else could actually converse. And after many, many go-rounds of mutual sneering and mustache-twirling, he inquired haughtily how anything I was saying differed in any way from a witch hunt. I said, "Well, there's the notable lack of me dragging people into court on unfalsifiable charges and seeing them sentenced to burn, hang or be pressed to death beneath hundreds of pounds of boulders," and his cutting retort was, "So. You sure seem to know a lot about witch hunts."

I'm charmed and baffled. Clearly he's annoyed, and clearly he wants to get a rise out of me, but... how is that supposed to hurt? What kind of response was he expecting?

How dare you -- how DARE you accuse me of possessing historical knowledge and being factually accurate! Good day. I SAID GOOD DAY, SIR!

I made cardamom-molasses cookies for yesterday's office potluck

They look good. Were they good? And how are they "smoky"?

How dare you -- how DARE you accuse me of possessing historical knowledge and being factually accurate!

Clearly your knowledge of actual witch hunts qualifies you to conduct metaphorical ones.

Clearly your knowledge of actual witch hunts qualifies you to conduct metaphorical ones.

Primarily, he informs me, by ridicule. My pointing and laughing at his tantrum is exactly like a historical witch hunt, which I would have known if I had actually paid attention in history class. The interrogations and imprisonments and trials and occasional executions and cat-burnings were merely incidental to the witch hunters' primary weapons of pointing and laughing.

They look good. Were they good? And how are they "smoky"?

I thought they were pretty good. They disappeared with gratifying speed. I think the butter browned a bit when I was infusing the cardamom pod shells, and the small amount of pepper may have come across as a bit smokey. Mostly I tasted spices and molasses.

Oh lord, I'm at my friend's wedding and don't know anyone else here and I just asked a stranger for a ride. SO awkward. At least there is a charging station here in the hotel lobby because my phone is about to die for no apparent reason. I'm sure the dinner will be nice though, right?

I have total faith in your dinner, Jesse. Plus, it's a wedding, which generally means CAKE.

(Not always - my brother and SIL had organic local ice cream bars at their wedding, at which I am still a little aggrieved all these years later.)

Is Denver doing anything special with Blucifer to mark the occasion

Blucifer is terrifying 24/7. Only way to increase the terror is to have a to scale Belinda riding his back.

You can do it Jesse!

I've run out of treats already. It's just 7. I bought for 50, since I've been getting 30-40 lately.

I had one girl who was very goth princess...all black lace and purple decorations and even a black veil! Adorable.

There was also a kid dressed as bacon and eggs.

I love Blucifer. I'd like a small Blucifer in my front yard.