Timed to post when our Atlantic Provinces celebrate?
A happy new year.
2007 sucked. My dad died in spring and then in fall my very, very well loved and giant and fluffy and nearly 16 year old sled dog died. I hate 2007 and can't wait to see the ass end of it. Not kidding.
Well said, Ogged, thank you. And happy new year.
Happy new year to you as well Oudemia. You certainly deserve it, and I'm sorry about everything that happened in 2007. I hope that 2008 is better for you.
A Happy New Year!
Shine Jiliin Bayarun Mend Khurgee!
4: Thank you. I hope that didn't come across as nuts. None of what happened was unjust in the cosmic scheme of things -- just monumentally sucky.
Ogged it's only 9PM. You're going to bed aren't you?
Happy New Year, old man. And all the rest of you old people, too!
And Shine Jiliin Bayarun Mend Khurgee!
I'm in bed right now.
But! I love America.
Happy New Year, you old Savings and Loan.
Happy New Year Unfogged! I'm going to phone my Mum and go to bed.
i see salut
i called home
it's already 2008
Back at ya, ogged. And to everybody else in & out of this whole sick crew, what ogged said.
already 20 minutes past
i recall i spent the whole night up waiting for the concert of western music usually translated around 4-5AM, i'm in my teens
those were days
it's going to be a long long yr
good night
I tend to ritually curse the previous year at times like these, but 2006 was a worse bitch than '07. Long may better years continue. For all of you as well.
Back at you, ogged. I wish for all good people to get through the year intact, and all bad people to wise up or get gone.
2007 brought blessings and curses, near death and near love. (2005, the same but more nearly so. I reflect.)
Not that one goes by calendar years, and I have no idea what happened to 2006.
My best to you all for the year.
But darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you're trying
Just have that secret hope
sometimes all we do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
There'll be an endless rope
and nobody crying.
IA says Happy New Year, and I'm transmitting her message. I'm neutral on the question. Be happy if you want to, but if not, don't.
Oh, bob, thank you. I like Mil Besos a lot, and haven't thought of it in a while.
Happy New Year, everyone. May it be more peaceful.
2006 would have drove me to drink, but instead I started bitching about my life in the comments here. 2007 was much better, but I stuck around. In 2008 I resolve to.
In other news, bourbon tastes different from other bourbon. Feliz año nuevo, pigfuckers.
2007 sucked.
That exactly describes my '05. My condolences Ou. It isn't fun at all, I know. I can't say that it gets any better, but you do think about it less frequently as the months go by.
Tonight, I danced in '08 to "Kung Fu Fighting." Great fun. Being absolutely shithammered made it even better.
Emerson, I know you were at the party, but did you watch the Patriots game? It was you, earlier this season, extolling Moss's freakitude, yes? If not, sorry to be a bother.
For 2008, I've resolved to listen to Terry Allen's Juarez album again. And then go to bed. Night all, and HNY.
I actually priotitized the Unfoggedatariat over Randy Moss. I'm very sorry I didn't see those touchdowns.
Best ever, except maybe Rice.
Of course, I've spent much of the last seven years absolutely shithammered (not to mention a significant number of the years before that). 21st Century America is so much more tolerable through beer goggles.
No huge deal over here, just cooking and listening to my brother blast metal. If Emerson wasn't watching on Saturday, he loses half his Moss fandom points. You can't talk up Moss all season and then miss him breaking Jerry Fucking Rice's record. It's just not done.
2006 was no good, but 2007 was slightly better, so I do hope 2008 keeps up the trend. Happy New Year everyone. Hope everyone who was sick is feeling better, and everyone who is well stays more so!
Some guy out the window just yelled "Shut up, God!" I'm not sure if it was an imperative or just a request, but I feel it's some sort of omen for 2008...
Happy New Year.
27: Sorry about 29; we posted simultaneously, and I would have been more tactful had I realized the extent of your sin.
Are there only the three of us not out celebrating the arrival of another damn year? How depressing. What's not depressing is that pork chops + home fries + champagne-sofrito-shallot reduction = tasty.
Happy New Year, west coast people.
Happies to all. One of these years is bound to be off-the-charts fab: Let it be this one.
Happy New Year to all of you.
Frankly, 2007, I've seen better years. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out.
Happy new year. 2007 was reasonably good to me, if not to the world in general. Hope 2008 is better for everyone.
But I'm not hopeful.
Happy new year, all! You survived, keep swimming.
Happy New Year! again
i realized i wished like one happy new year only
all coming new yrs too be happy
My devotion to Unfogged is unsurpassed, not even by my devotion to Randy Moss.
Happy New Year! And before it gets too late, thanks to all of you who organized / hosted Unfoggedcon.
I know 2008 is going to be awesome, but I can't help feeling that waking up on New Year's Day with a horrible hangover and a full-blown throat infection is not a great omen.
I suppose that 4 days of not sleeping more than a few hours and drinking a lot hasn't been kind to my immune system.
Luckily, I don't have to call in sick, because I already have the day off!
Happy New Year, Unfogged.
I was seriously annoyed at 2006 but 2007 was considerably worse. So, I'm wishing everyone a reasonably satisfactory 2008. I hope Murphy and his minion Glitch find that too boring to mess with.
And now an actually happy Happy New Year! to all youse people. Agathé Tuché, bitches.
Is eating a bagel and watching Deep Impact on cable in my pyjamas an auspicious start?
Spelling it "pyjamas" is always auspicious. I don't think I could pull it off.
I went to sleep around 9:45 last night. Much too tired from a few days of sleep deprivation to do more.
48: I'm really affected, w-lfs-n. You're lucky I don't bust out "Hindoo."
Happy new year, all! I'm about to start my annual new year's day soup stock making.
Maybe I'll also take out the glass recycling. I've been collecting bottles behind my couch since early October. Then again, the weather's still crappy. Maybe I'll wait 'til spring.
47b- It certainly is. I hope 2008 is much, much better for you, and Happy New Year to all.
50: May the new year bring more happiness and security for the Mussulmans among us.
2006 was no good, but 2007 was slightly better,
For me, 2006 started off well and ended badly. 2007, was the reverse.
Here's hoping that 2008 doesn't begin that cycle again.
I watched the New Year's fireworks from the roof of my new apartment (hooray!). We watched while cowering behind the old chimneys because fools were shooting off semi-automatic guns in the neighborhood (boo!). Some of those popping noises were not fireworks.
I refuse to call Indians "Indians". "Indian" is a bad word. Screw 'em. I won't call them anything if that's the way they're going to be.
Bad omens for 2008: waking up to find myself trapped with several hungover old friends (too old), because the last person to leave got a rug jammed under the front door.
My best wishes for a happy New Year to you, Ogged, and all who hang out here.
Kid woke up at midnight, two, four, six and 7. Oh, and right now. Here we go.
yea, my 2007 ended up with my daughter having a nice long seizure. Just like her, grabbing all the attention for herself. Stealing the limelight away from her brother's birthday.
She made up for it this morning by being extremely snuggly.
65: Yikes! I'm sorry. I hope she's better and all is now well. And bonus Happy Bday to your son.
She is. Thank you. After breakfast, we read in her bed until she started falling asleep. She started commanding "Lay down!" Then, when I just lay back on my back, she commanded, "Over! Over!" until I rolled so I faced away from her, so she could spoon behind me.
Every time I tried to slip out, she would bolt up and order me to lay back in the spooning position.
Oh will, I'm glad she's ok. Happy Birthday, will's son.
Happy new year, beautiful Pretend Internet Friends!
You know what sucks about New Year's Day? I want to go out and get some fucking brunch. Brunch! But of course, everywhere is closed. I just want some fried eggs.
Happy New Year, everyone! I wanted to liveblog my unexpectedly happy and conflict-free New Year's Eve party, except we'd had to disconnect the computer to make way for the food. Whisper it low, but I'm still a teensy-tinsy bit inebriated. I seem to have had and recovered from a hangover while staying drunk, if that's possible.
Soppily, I hope all you imaginary friends have a soothing-yet-invigoratingly-successful 2008.
Waking up still drunk is actually a great way to avoid a hangover. I did not do this today; I had a glass of wine and a glass of champagne and a sip of scotch and then stopped.
Happy New Year to all!
I was drinking gin until 4am. I am surprisingly neither still drunk nor in pain.
75: Yep, that's what I did the day after DCon. The boyfriend was not so lucky, poor man.
AWB has a constitution of steel! I myself am not hungover, because I toasted the new year with cupcakes.
I drank very little last night; seemed prudent.
I had two pint-sized glasses of Cosmopolitan and then four decently strong gin-and-tonics, and me and my friend did an excellent rendition of "like a virgin." Walking through Wrigleyville, I've never seen so many dudes not wearing coats, and chicks just falling down in their 3-inch heels on the icy streets. I then passed out at my friend's house, and woke up when the pizza arrived.
I still want some fucking fried eggs.
I feel that this week's trips to the baths have a lot of fucking work to do. The past week has been demanding on my liver.
You realize eggs can be fried at home, MLB? I don't even order them out anymore because I've gotten so picky.
I had some perfectly boiled eggs this morning.
I simply don't believe that no brunch places are open, leblanc.
I had excellent fried eggs this morning.
Last night though, was consumed by fever and trying to sleep, eventually did --- for 12 hours or so. It's gone now, which almost certainly means it was something I ate, which suggests a favorite cafe did it, which makes me sad.
All that aside, I hope you all have a much better 2008 than you could possibly expect.
С Новым Годом!
Apparently, Frowner was drunker than I last night, which augurs well for this year of our Lord two-thousand and eight.
Best wishes to everyone in the world, and to the world itself. I will resolve to work to improve things, firstly by getting showered and dressed so that I can go feed my sister's cat.
We'll understand it better bye and bye.
Is your daughter epileptic, will? Did I miss that in the archives? If this is a new situation and you have any questions about meds or the like, shoot me an email. I was on Dilantin through most of college, weaned myself off a few years ago.
I had granola. And now I'm being schlepped off to the Connoisseur's sister's place for family togetherness.
Good to hear your daughter's okay, Will.
Last night: 1983 Chateau Meyney, followed by several vintages worth of our own wine, followed by a tasting of a half-dozen various bubblies. Somewhere in between was a hop liqueur made by one of my fellow winemakers, which was amazingly delicious. Miraculously, I woke up with no hangover. I now crave pho.
Hop liqueur?
Nicola Ratti's album Prontuario per giovani foglie is really good.
Hop liqueur?
The recipe was essentially: boil several handfuls of hops, strain, add enough brandy (clear distillate) to bring the hop tea to about 20 percent alcohol, plus just enough sugar to take the edge off the bitterness.
Fried egg... nog.
Despite having only a couple of drinks last night, not even enough to be tipsy, and thus having nothing like a hangover this morning, I now want to puke without end. Thanks, Sifu. Thanks so fucking much.
You know, if you did it right, fried eggnog would be rather a pleasant custardy thing. Imagine french toast soaked in eggnog. Mmmm.
Holy shit. Robust Ericbanahands would be terrifying indeed.
91: Jesus, I almost got pho, but I decided to be cheap and get banh mi instead. A sandwich makes for easier takeout than soup anyway.
Ben, what a leave a bambayay, when the 3 sevens clash?
Pho is, of course, perfect hangover food. I could have used some today.
Fried eggnog: "Intriguing". I have sometimes fried up the remains of the liquid after making french toast, and I put a little vanilla extract in that anyway, so it's in the neighborhood....
96: I did this with my leftover zabaglione last week. Made a delicious french toast. I recommend it.
Thanks Armsmasher. It isnt anything new. She is on Dilantin now (along with a host of other stuff).
But thank you for your offer.
fried something soaked in eggnog is one thing. nog made of fried eggs is entirely another. Though I'd pass on the whole thing.
happy new year to all. 2007 was better than 2006 but there's plenty of room for improvement over both in 2008.
sorry I missed yet another meetup--had a great ten days or so in ny though.
Would it come across as sexual bravado if I mentioned that I ended up New Years Eve naked in a hot tub with my neighbor's hot wife? And that this happened with the consent of--indeed, at the behest of--Fleur?
I hesitate to ask how that came about, Knecht. I'd have pushed for swimming trunks if I were Fleur.
109/110. In fact, it was entirely and childishly innocent, just for the record.
Feh. I didn't get naked with anyone hot, but I did get pho, which required that I finally shed my pajamas.
That Knecht, when he's not busy shoveling snow or cooking food for elderly neighbors, he wastes no time jumping into a hot tub naked with our beautiful friends. He is such a humanitarian.
I'm totally buying the contention that pho is the perfect hangover food. I've never tried it in that context, but it makes perfect sense.
he wastes no time jumping into a hot tub naked with our beautiful friends. He is such a humanitarian.
With all the blessings that have been showered on me in this life, I feel it's my duty to give a little something back, doncha' know.
We just had lentils and greens, to be traditional for New Year's Day, and while it doesn't sound all that exciting, it was actually outrageously delicious. The lentils were tiny Umbrian ones, with slow-cooked onions and red peppers and plenty of olive oil, ground pepper, and a splash of good sherry vinegar. The greens were mixed spinach and kale, with garlic and again not shy with the olive oil. The results were surprisingly pretty -- the red pepper made the lentils an attractive golden brown that looked very nice against the dark green of the greens -- and very good to eat. I'm not sure how it would have done as hangover food, though. I drank plenty last night but it didn't seem to do me any harm.
117 sounds delicious, rfts. I bet a little bit of linguica or chorizo would make a nice accompaniment for the carnivores.
83, 85: Yes, yes, I know, but I didn't have any eggs, and if I were going to go out to get them, I might as well have eaten out too. Because it was 20 degrees outside today and snowing. Still.
As it turned out, I would be satisfied with nothing but fried eggs, and hopped down to the bodega and got some, some toast, and sausage. There's nothing quite so satisfying as cooking yourself exactly the meal that you want when you're starving.
Also, I'm sure there were brunch places open in Chicago, yes, but the five restaurants within walking distance of my house were closed. Yes, I am spoiled.
Take heart, leblanc. Some of us had to work today. Fucking bullshit.
Ogged is such a fine, gracious writer. What a good host. Happy New Year.
Well, if we're all talking about food, I will mention that I made a truly delcious batch of chocolate fondue today. With a makeshift double boiler, yet.
Mmm....fruit, cake, pretzels, hot bubbling chocolate....
Hey, I only saw the List in the print edition, and now I see that the online edition is substantially better, with links and shit.
Bubbling?
Well, when the Sterno flares up, the fondue gets a little hot. Easy enough to adjust it to cooler temps.
125: I once, at a catering event, caught a sleeve-full of that Sterno jellied-alcohol fuel. Fun!
123: Hey Flophouse people, take note: Squirrels are in this year.
I think I need to brush up on my cultural literacy, though. Hoo boy, a lot of stuff I've never heard of.
I once, at a catering event, caught a sleeve-full of that Sterno jellied-alcohol fuel. Fun!
No thanks, that's robot food. </futurama>
Persimmons are in? Bleh. Taste aside, they're a fantastic fruit to stuff an M-80 into.
126 -- I once worked on a lawsuit where a caterer burned a guest (pouring fuel into a lit burner). Fire doesn't suffer fools.
When I was a waiter, I once dropped the heel of a baguette into someone's Chateau Margaux. True story. It was a table of lawyers, but no one took legal action against me.
117: Sounds delicious, and healthier than our traditional* New Year's fare: pork roast, sauerkraut, and pierogi fried with bacon and onions.
*when Pennsylvania and Canada collide, the result apparently is cholesterol.
84: You totally own egg cups, don't you.
I made omelettes and hashbrowns this morning. I was at the Associate's house by dinnertime and she showed me everything she had in her fridge. What we made was kind of inspired: bagel sandwiches with melted gouda and white cheddar, facon, tomato, and sautéed onions and mushrooms.
No one who has an opinion on perfectly boiled eggs could possibly eat them out of anything but twee little egg cups. Convince me otherwise.
I peel the shells off and eat them from my hand, as if they were fruit.
A perfectly boiled egg's yolk has just edged out of being soft-boiled at the center, so it's just barely set. This often also results in a pleasing gradient from the outside in and then out again.
Do little birds alight on your fingertips while you do this?
Why would a little bird alight on the fingertips of someone eating a bird's egg?
Scrambled is the way to go. With chorizo, preferably. You want to insult the possibility of life in as many ways as are possible. You want to send a message: " I will mingle the nutrients essential to your growth with those essential to your development. And after that, I will eat those of a developed animal to demonstrate my supremacy." This is why chickens don't fuck with me.
w-lfs-n is right in 137 re: the perfect boiled egg. Luckily, it's easy to do. Using the 'bring to boil, turn off immediately on boiling, wait about 9-10 minutes, eat' method.
142 is a marvelous paean to meat-eating.
Particularly for its implication that strong tactics are necessary to keep chickens from fucking with him.
'bring to boil, turn off immediately on boiling, wait about 9-10 minutes, eat' method.
Now, do you mean:
a) bring the water to boil, turn off the heat, put in the egg, etc.
OR
b) put in the egg, bring to boil, turn off the heat, etc.?
Bc I've heard both. I like hard boiled eggs the way Ben describes them, but I always overcook mine bc I worry they'll be undercooked and illness-inducing.
