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  • Originally posted by canio6 View Post
    Damn, you really do eat some tasty sounding food.
    Definitely some food porn going on here..... yum yumm!

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    • That's food porn? A brief rundown of the meat and veggies I've eaten? I guess I never really looked at it as anything other than keeping me going, especially the quick lunch and restaurant food. I thought food porn was more along the lines of "succulent t- bone steak rubbed with garlic and olive oil, grilled to a perfect medium, served with sauteed southern style fresh haricot vert and a gardener's salad of crisp cucumbers and ripe, juicy tomatoes."
      Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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      • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
        That's food porn? A brief rundown of the meat and veggies I've eaten? I guess I never really looked at it as anything other than keeping me going, especially the quick lunch and restaurant food. I thought food porn was more along the lines of "succulent t- bone steak rubbed with garlic and olive oil, grilled to a perfect medium, served with sauteed southern style fresh haricot vert and a gardener's salad of crisp cucumbers and ripe, juicy tomatoes."
        Well, pron, perhaps not. I am a visual kind of guy when it comes to that. However, light food erotica perhaps?

        That said, your last sentence works better than most descriptions of actual erotica out there

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        • I'm telling you, I missed my calling. Well, not really, I prefer having to deal with the public as little as possible.
          Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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          • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
            I'm telling you, I missed my calling. Well, not really, I prefer having to deal with the public as little as possible.
            It's never too late to write food pron.

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            • This is rough reading on a Down Day. : (
              Primal since 9/24/2010
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              • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                That's food porn? A brief rundown of the meat and veggies I've eaten? I guess I never really looked at it as anything other than keeping me going, especially the quick lunch and restaurant food. I thought food porn was more along the lines of "succulent t- bone steak rubbed with garlic and olive oil, grilled to a perfect medium, served with sauteed southern style fresh haricot vert and a gardener's salad of crisp cucumbers and ripe, juicy tomatoes."
                Just trying to be complimentary.... but compared to eating baloney samiches, and beenie weenies, what you wrote about could be considered succulent fare.... depends on your perspective I guess.....

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                • I figured it was meant to be a compliment, after the fact. I take things a bit too literally occasionally. Compliment away!
                  Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                  • Food pr0n to follow:
                    Lunch was salty fatty garlic sausage and summer sausage with crunchy orange carrot sticks and peels, tiny sweet cherry tomatoes, and sweet Fuji apple slices.
                    Dinner was dried sweet and tart cranberries, honey almonds, tangy bleu cheese, tender chicken, great wheels of tomato, and savory sweet sherry vinaigrette over crisp cool lettuce.
                    Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                    • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                      Food pr0n to follow:
                      Lunch was salty fatty garlic sausage and summer sausage with crunchy orange carrot sticks and peels, tiny sweet cherry tomatoes, and sweet Fuji apple slices.
                      Dinner was dried sweet and tart cranberries, honey almonds, tangy bleu cheese, tender chicken, great wheels of tomato, and savory sweet sherry vinaigrette over crisp cool lettuce.
                      tease.....

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                      • Fury hath no hell...
                        TCEQ denied our well study. Again. Because this sea slug of a reviewer can.
                        The new boss gave me an impossible deadline while factoring in a week's dead time at the end of the project. Because he could. (I have resolved that, but even so.)
                        Another client kicked back a pilot study for two measly words, now waiting for approval to send to TCEQ.
                        Another client wants to change the issue date on a set of plans. Because they can.
                        Anyone else see a theme?
                        Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
                        My Latest Journal

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                        • Originally posted by naiadknight View Post
                          Fury hath no hell...
                          TCEQ denied our well study. Again. Because this sea slug of a reviewer can.
                          The new boss gave me an impossible deadline while factoring in a week's dead time at the end of the project. Because he could. (I have resolved that, but even so.)
                          Another client kicked back a pilot study for two measly words, now waiting for approval to send to TCEQ.
                          Another client wants to change the issue date on a set of plans. Because they can.
                          Anyone else see a theme?
                          How about we trade? Tomorrow you deal with the private security bureau and I'll mess with TCEQ...
                          Most people don't realize how much energy it takes for me to pretend to be normal.

                          If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart.

                          Twibble's Twibbly Wibbly

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                          • I'd rather you deal with clients and office politics. I can handle outside agencies.
                            Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                            • Oh yeah, food. Lunch was two Bodega batterless chile rellenos: Anaheim chiles, crushed tomatos, raisins, sour cream, roasted chicken, guac, and pecans. Dinner was a salad- field greens, feta, grapes, dried cranberries, chicken, apple, sunflower seeds and pecans. Plus 4 mugs of KE tea and some water.
                              Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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                              • I ended up getting free tickets to last night's showing of Broadway in the Basin's The Addams Family. Charles Addams is rolling in his grave. The acting was great and the singing was okay, but the writing did Addams a grave injustice. To sum it up, Wednesday falls in love and sings about puppies, butterflies and unicorns while wearing sunshine yellow, then Morticia tries to run away because Gomez lied to her. With plenty of perky, major key songs. The writer had obviously only the vaguest idea of what the Addams Family actually was. The characters also broke the fourth wall several times when a joke fell flat.
                                Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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