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thirty30, write 30k words in 30 days. It takes place four times a year, and the next challenge is live in November.
After a long time, I get v. excited again over a shounen anime, and it is, not surprisingly, Demon Slayers/Kimetsu no Yaiba. I love how kind-hearted the siblings are, and how the story forgoes the "must fight a group of super powerful good guys first before facing the group of bad guys" trope. Will just wait for the movies to be available online.
It's reckoned to be one of the finest on the world.
You firsr see the west front from down a narrow Street and yes, it was supposed to have two spires but one never got built! It was at one time the tallest building in the world.
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You firsr see the west front from down a narrow Street and yes, it was supposed to have two spires but one never got built! It was at one time the tallest building in the world.
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Tell me some good news, I beg you. Or give me a cool song, or kittens or something. It's personally been a horrible week and today was a really sad topper.
I gave a make up exam to a student who turned it in to me with an 'I know I didn't do well. I missed so much.' and then broke down crying because she'll miss so much more because her cancer is back. I'm used to consoling patients but let me tell you, it's very different consoling an 80s year old with life threatening news than it is an 18 year old (The people at St Jude's, you have my undying gratitude and your strength amazes me). I felt so bad for her. I told her to ask for any help I can give (but I also think I'm going to double check on medical withdrawals and money back but honestly if she's going to be getting chemo and is going to be gone, that would be the best for her. No one needs to face what she's facing AND knowing you're going to fail too)
Also did I mention that I got my abdominal CT scan back? No signs of more cancer so good for me.
ANd changing gears, have the fannish 50 weekly recs.
Moth’s Web Hazbin Hotel
Dinner And A Weevil Torchwood
Love Walked In FAKE
Doesn't Matter Hazbin Hotel
The Winner Torchwood
Buying Time Doctor Who
The Price of Your Touch Hazbin Hotel
Multi-Fandom Fictober!
Shoulder to Cry On - Day 1 Forsaken
Fractions of Never Hazbin Hotel
Seeking Sanctuary 911
Stuck in this Godforsaken Town Hazbin Hotel
Minor Malfunction Torchwood
His Beautiful Bride Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Kinger: Dad of Girls (and Zoobles) The Amazing Digital Circus
Art for Passing Through Doctor Who
Wedding Day. Teen Wolf
Spoils of War Stargate Atlantis
I gave a make up exam to a student who turned it in to me with an 'I know I didn't do well. I missed so much.' and then broke down crying because she'll miss so much more because her cancer is back. I'm used to consoling patients but let me tell you, it's very different consoling an 80s year old with life threatening news than it is an 18 year old (The people at St Jude's, you have my undying gratitude and your strength amazes me). I felt so bad for her. I told her to ask for any help I can give (but I also think I'm going to double check on medical withdrawals and money back but honestly if she's going to be getting chemo and is going to be gone, that would be the best for her. No one needs to face what she's facing AND knowing you're going to fail too)
Also did I mention that I got my abdominal CT scan back? No signs of more cancer so good for me.
ANd changing gears, have the fannish 50 weekly recs.
Moth’s Web Hazbin Hotel
Dinner And A Weevil Torchwood
Love Walked In FAKE
Doesn't Matter Hazbin Hotel
The Winner Torchwood
Buying Time Doctor Who
The Price of Your Touch Hazbin Hotel
Multi-Fandom Fictober!
Shoulder to Cry On - Day 1 Forsaken
Fractions of Never Hazbin Hotel
Seeking Sanctuary 911
Stuck in this Godforsaken Town Hazbin Hotel
Minor Malfunction Torchwood
His Beautiful Bride Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Kinger: Dad of Girls (and Zoobles) The Amazing Digital Circus
Art for Passing Through Doctor Who
Wedding Day. Teen Wolf
Spoils of War Stargate Atlantis
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AUTHOR: Neil Gaiman, Dave McKean (Illustrator )
RELEASED: April 24, 2012 by HarperCollins
GENRE: Dark Fantasy
AGE RANGE: Children's
SYNOPSIS: When Coraline steps through a door to find another house strangely similar to her own (only better), things seem marvelous.
But there's another mother there, and another father, and they want her to stay and be their little girl. They want to change her and never let her go.
Coraline will have to fight with all her wits and courage if she is to save herself and return to her ordinary life.
Celebrating ten years of Neil Gaiman's first modern classic for young readers, this edition is enriched with a brand-new foreword from the author, a reader's guide, and more.
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“Can I try?” the child asked after the blue jay had explained it was collecting acorns from the forest floor. “I don’t know, it’s very tricky to pick out good ones,” it hedged in extravagant tones of concern and doubt, until the child insisted on being allowed to make an attempt at gathering and sorting. The jay hopped up onto a branch to watch in comfort, thinking that being cursed to be a bird wasn’t too bad as long as someone else would volunteer their opposable thumbs.
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- Do you ever wonder if the way you see things visually aren't how other people see them?
Frequently. My partner and I sometimes have very different perceptions of certain colours (and no, he’s not red-green colour-blind). - What kind of sounds are the most annoying?
Sounds I didn’t choose to hear, ha. Seriously, though, I quite often put my noise-cancelling headphones on with nothing coming through them, just to block out background sound. - When walking through a store, do you shop with your hands by touching/feeling the texture of things?
I *want* to do that all the time. I’m very sensitive to touch. I restrain myself most of the time unless it seems like it is OK (like in a clothing shop). I suspect I’d get thrown out of places if I went round running my hands over veg, freshly baked goods or pick-n-mix for example. - If you could only smell three scents for the rest of your life, what would they be?
My cats’ fur when they come in from outside on a cold day. Black Opium by YSL. My partner’s armpits. I am not joking. - What sorts of things do you savor when eating them?
Everything! I love food so much. I especially love very cold fruit juices on a hot day or with a sore throat, the velvety texture of a good chocolate mousse, and the salty satisfaction of slurping ramen noodles.
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bloggess_feed Oct. 3rd, 2025 08:39 pm)Hailey and their sweetheart came home with a little spooky season surprise for me. A small metal friend at the door. “Knock knock, motherfucker.” She has a little solar panel on her neck, so at night her eyes glow from inside her little chickeny ghost shroud. I haven’t come up with a good name forContinue reading "Happy October, Motherfucker."
I had two Year of Adventure meetings this week, both dedicated to teaching me how to make something new.
I met with my sister Betsy, who showed me how to make an apple pie from scratch, including the pastry. The secret, I was duly informed, is the use of lard (which makes the pastry light and flaky) and tapioca to thicken the apple filling. Okay, I will admit that the pastry cover was placed a little crookedly, but I can assure you that it was delicious.
I also got together withcarbonel, who invited me to her home to give me my first lesson on spinning wool into yarn. I had some experience with a drop spindle many years ago, but spinning on a spinning wheel takes a degree of coordination that I obviously did not master in the time we were working together. First, the treadle must be worked in the correct direction at a steady rate--I kept hesitating on the pedal, and the wheel would aggravatingly start turning in the wrong direction. And the hand coordination was another thing: I kept holding the rover (the combed wool) in the left hand too tightly ("hold it lightly, as if were a baby bird" carbonel kept chanting in my ear with only a hint of exasperation), and my clumsiness with the drafting (feeding the wool with the right hand) meant that the yarn kept overtwisting.
But at least I have my first effort of spun wool sitting on my dining room table, and I keep glancing at it with an interesting mix of pride and embarrassment. It is very, very bad, but at least I can now say that I have tried spinning.
This collage is not one of my favorites, being both too busy and too monochromatic, but hey, that's what I have.
Image description: Center: a smiling woman (Peg) stands at a counter with a rolling pin and an unbaked apple pie. Top left: hands cut a pastry cutter through pastry dough in a bowl. Top right: hands work pastry dough in a bowl. Below that: various apple pie ingredients. Lower left: a hand holds unspun wool. Lower right: a spinning wheel. Lower center: a butterfly of (badly) spun undyed wool.
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I met with my sister Betsy, who showed me how to make an apple pie from scratch, including the pastry. The secret, I was duly informed, is the use of lard (which makes the pastry light and flaky) and tapioca to thicken the apple filling. Okay, I will admit that the pastry cover was placed a little crookedly, but I can assure you that it was delicious.
I also got together with
carbonel, who invited me to her home to give me my first lesson on spinning wool into yarn. I had some experience with a drop spindle many years ago, but spinning on a spinning wheel takes a degree of coordination that I obviously did not master in the time we were working together. First, the treadle must be worked in the correct direction at a steady rate--I kept hesitating on the pedal, and the wheel would aggravatingly start turning in the wrong direction. And the hand coordination was another thing: I kept holding the rover (the combed wool) in the left hand too tightly ("hold it lightly, as if were a baby bird" carbonel kept chanting in my ear with only a hint of exasperation), and my clumsiness with the drafting (feeding the wool with the right hand) meant that the yarn kept overtwisting. But at least I have my first effort of spun wool sitting on my dining room table, and I keep glancing at it with an interesting mix of pride and embarrassment. It is very, very bad, but at least I can now say that I have tried spinning.
This collage is not one of my favorites, being both too busy and too monochromatic, but hey, that's what I have.
Image description: Center: a smiling woman (Peg) stands at a counter with a rolling pin and an unbaked apple pie. Top left: hands cut a pastry cutter through pastry dough in a bowl. Top right: hands work pastry dough in a bowl. Below that: various apple pie ingredients. Lower left: a hand holds unspun wool. Lower right: a spinning wheel. Lower center: a butterfly of (badly) spun undyed wool.
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1. Do you ever wonder if the way you see things visually aren't how other people see them?
Not really; more I know. I mean, sometimes I wonder if it's more different than I realize, but I know very well just how different the world can look with and without my glasses - and I had bad vision even as a child and didn't get glasses until five or so; I imagine that affects how I process things visually, somewhat.
2. What kind of sounds are the most annoying?
Ones I have to do something about (or actively not-do something about if it's something I normally might respond to). A song I like on infinite loop is fine; "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." will get old fast. White-noise "rain sounds" are great, a slow and steady drip from the shower is agony.
3. When walking through a store, do you shop with your hands by touching/feeling the texture of things?
Somehow I started by envisioning running my hands over everything, which just seems weird to me. But then I thought about it. I DO use my hands to judge the ripeness of some fruits and vegetables if they otherwise look good; and I do run fingers over fabric if I'm otherwise considering a piece of clothing. So in a few cases, yes, but otherwise no.
4. If you could only smell three scents for the rest of your life, what would they be?
Are they the only things I can ever smell *when they're present*, or the only things I can smell, which I may smell if they're not? Different answers, though not much different.
Vanilla, cinnamon, and a crisp clear mint if the former. If the latter, sub out the mint for the smell of clean air after a good rain, because sometimes one needs a relaxing non-scent.
5. What sorts of things do you savor when eating them?
Sweets, especially chocolates. Tea, sometimes (sometimes it's just a warm beverage!). Steak.
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Not really; more I know. I mean, sometimes I wonder if it's more different than I realize, but I know very well just how different the world can look with and without my glasses - and I had bad vision even as a child and didn't get glasses until five or so; I imagine that affects how I process things visually, somewhat.
2. What kind of sounds are the most annoying?
Ones I have to do something about (or actively not-do something about if it's something I normally might respond to). A song I like on infinite loop is fine; "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom." will get old fast. White-noise "rain sounds" are great, a slow and steady drip from the shower is agony.
3. When walking through a store, do you shop with your hands by touching/feeling the texture of things?
Somehow I started by envisioning running my hands over everything, which just seems weird to me. But then I thought about it. I DO use my hands to judge the ripeness of some fruits and vegetables if they otherwise look good; and I do run fingers over fabric if I'm otherwise considering a piece of clothing. So in a few cases, yes, but otherwise no.
4. If you could only smell three scents for the rest of your life, what would they be?
Are they the only things I can ever smell *when they're present*, or the only things I can smell, which I may smell if they're not? Different answers, though not much different.
Vanilla, cinnamon, and a crisp clear mint if the former. If the latter, sub out the mint for the smell of clean air after a good rain, because sometimes one needs a relaxing non-scent.
5. What sorts of things do you savor when eating them?
Sweets, especially chocolates. Tea, sometimes (sometimes it's just a warm beverage!). Steak.
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Clay Fest is gonna be huge this year.We've spent the last 26 years in the Auditorium, a pretty wooden quonset hut on the Fairgrounds, while our waiting list has gotten bigger and bigger. This year, we took the plunge, moving next door into the much bigger Performance Hall. This is the space Holiday Market uses as "Holiday Hall," and it always seems a little sparse. Lots of extra space in front and back, oversized aisles.
We're filling the sucker up completely. Booths packed in, double our sales space on either side of the entry, Gallery front and center. Gone from 60-odd participants to over 100.
I got down to the site just after noon Thursday, parked behind our old location and loading in through the side doors. It was a bit of a challenge--the sidewalk took a long detour down to the back gate, but there were a couple of places you could cut across the lawn without too much difficulty. It rained on the drive in, but that had pretty much stopped by the time I arrived, so everything got indoors dry.
Was half-way through setting up shelves and table when I discovered I'd forgotten my table covers. They usually live in the bag of bags--brown paper sacks for bagging pots--which I left at home, because centralized checkout. Fortunately, Denise was able to drive them down, and I spent the time waiting hanging the light bar and installing the under-counter light strips.
We expand our display from Market with some extended shelves and grid panels, but I couldn't find the plate stands for the back panels. Normally, they stay in the van, tucked behind the passenger seat, but they weren't there, nor behind the driver's seat. I figured they were in the shed, possibly in the drapes box. (Clay Fest provides pipe and drape for all booths, so that box stayed home.) So I put everything else out, unboxed the pots, put up the booth signs. Checked in my gallery piece, a sculpture as old as the show--1999!--as I'd been too busy to build a new one this year. Dropped off some bowls for the Clay in Education booth. Had everything done around 4:30, so headed for home.
Where I discovered that the stands were in the van, in the middle, hidden by the bag of wooden blocks we use to shim up shelves on uneven ground. Oh well, the show doesn't open until 5 pm. Plenty of time to finish off the rest of the display before we open.
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I'm still juggling all the things, waiting for the crash. So far, it has failed to materialize.
Because Clay Fest uses bar code readers at checkout, I needed to relabel all the pots going to the show, both in the van, and in the extra boxes from the shed. According to the weather forecast, the only reliably sunny day in the past week was to be Sunday, so that was how we spent half the morning, the entire afternoon, and another couple of hours after supper, with the shop light on in the carport. Got a clean inventory in the process for work going down to the show. Since we don't do our own sales--centralized checkout--this is necessary so we can count again afterwards and keep our In Stock list straight.
We also decided to do a physical count of the pottery shed, which we got to later in the week. Despite my best efforts to keep everything straight, I knew some errors had crept in, so we opened up the boxes and recorded everything. In which process, I discovered an entire box of elephant and tyrannosaur banks that had somehow been missed at the end of 2024. Good to have them, but it means I'd wasted two production days making a dozen of each, last week. They're in the bisque already, but I think I might wait to glaze fire them until January. Right now, I need the kiln space for other things.
Afterwards, it was back to the studio. Dinner plates, soup bowls, serving bowls. An email from Great Harvest said they were down to nine mugs, so I threw, handled and stamped forty more. Loaded up a bisque kiln, mostly, still waiting for soup bowls to dry enough to top out the load. Maybe Saturday.
Meanwhile, I was doing last minute Clayfolk ads. Found out we had a new one on Wednesday, but was able to reconfigure and existing ad to fir the dimensions, but was still waiting on the last set of specs for the Rogue Valley Times. Last year, we'd bought a half-page ad, along with their digital package, which included no less than eight banners in different sizes and shapes. This year, thankfully, they'd cut it down to a quarter page and two digital, which I put together Thursday morning and mailed off fifteen minutes before I left for the fairgrounds to start setting up Clay Fest.
Because Clay Fest uses bar code readers at checkout, I needed to relabel all the pots going to the show, both in the van, and in the extra boxes from the shed. According to the weather forecast, the only reliably sunny day in the past week was to be Sunday, so that was how we spent half the morning, the entire afternoon, and another couple of hours after supper, with the shop light on in the carport. Got a clean inventory in the process for work going down to the show. Since we don't do our own sales--centralized checkout--this is necessary so we can count again afterwards and keep our In Stock list straight.
We also decided to do a physical count of the pottery shed, which we got to later in the week. Despite my best efforts to keep everything straight, I knew some errors had crept in, so we opened up the boxes and recorded everything. In which process, I discovered an entire box of elephant and tyrannosaur banks that had somehow been missed at the end of 2024. Good to have them, but it means I'd wasted two production days making a dozen of each, last week. They're in the bisque already, but I think I might wait to glaze fire them until January. Right now, I need the kiln space for other things.
Afterwards, it was back to the studio. Dinner plates, soup bowls, serving bowls. An email from Great Harvest said they were down to nine mugs, so I threw, handled and stamped forty more. Loaded up a bisque kiln, mostly, still waiting for soup bowls to dry enough to top out the load. Maybe Saturday.
Meanwhile, I was doing last minute Clayfolk ads. Found out we had a new one on Wednesday, but was able to reconfigure and existing ad to fir the dimensions, but was still waiting on the last set of specs for the Rogue Valley Times. Last year, we'd bought a half-page ad, along with their digital package, which included no less than eight banners in different sizes and shapes. This year, thankfully, they'd cut it down to a quarter page and two digital, which I put together Thursday morning and mailed off fifteen minutes before I left for the fairgrounds to start setting up Clay Fest.
So, apparently, my sofa cushion has been ready for pickup for a week but no one bothered to let me know. I was beginning to worry that my constant emails asking for updates were annoying. Now I don't care who I annoy at that stupid Crate and Barrel.
They are in the heart of downtown Bellevue in a gynormous old timey multi floor walkyoufuckingfeet off mall. But, they do have a spot where you can pull in and call them and they will bring your goods to your car. Supposedly. We'll find out today. I'm going in. I'm not looking forward to it.
But, it's not far, and a kind of straight shot from there to Uwajimaya and a stop there might be worth the pain.
The Yankees did not lose last night which is such a shame on many levels. The baseball schedule is now flushed out with times (the days have been set for a while). There is baseball all day long every day for as far as the calendar can see. It's exhausting to consider. It starts tomorrow. The Mariner game is the last of four games tomorrow.
More fun in tech support... Yesterday Noelle rang my doorbell and came in full of frantic. "This is David's (her husband) phone and it's not an iPhone and I don't know how to work it and USAA says we we have to have a 6 digit code and it's supposed to be in here and we can't find it and we have to have it for my car that goes way back years ago and is so complicated..." This was one long run-on sentence. But, she's the best to support because if you can get through her trauma, she knows what she wants and she's ready. So I told her to take a deep breath. "All you want is a code they just sent?" "Yes, please." I clicked on the text app he had on his home screen and found it immediately. I looked up and she has pen ready to write on paper. I gave her the code and handed her the phone and she raced off in a puff of gratitude. She makes it so easy.
I'm enjoying the re-read of Project Hail Mary. It's still an amazing story but this time I'm struck by how poorly written it is. Ach. Sometimes I feel like I'm reading an 8th grade short story. But the story is so good.
Yesterday, Julio and Biggie were cuddled on the couch. So here's a free cat pic.
Time to go get dressed and hit the road.
They are in the heart of downtown Bellevue in a gynormous old timey multi floor walkyoufuckingfeet off mall. But, they do have a spot where you can pull in and call them and they will bring your goods to your car. Supposedly. We'll find out today. I'm going in. I'm not looking forward to it.
But, it's not far, and a kind of straight shot from there to Uwajimaya and a stop there might be worth the pain.
The Yankees did not lose last night which is such a shame on many levels. The baseball schedule is now flushed out with times (the days have been set for a while). There is baseball all day long every day for as far as the calendar can see. It's exhausting to consider. It starts tomorrow. The Mariner game is the last of four games tomorrow.
More fun in tech support... Yesterday Noelle rang my doorbell and came in full of frantic. "This is David's (her husband) phone and it's not an iPhone and I don't know how to work it and USAA says we we have to have a 6 digit code and it's supposed to be in here and we can't find it and we have to have it for my car that goes way back years ago and is so complicated..." This was one long run-on sentence. But, she's the best to support because if you can get through her trauma, she knows what she wants and she's ready. So I told her to take a deep breath. "All you want is a code they just sent?" "Yes, please." I clicked on the text app he had on his home screen and found it immediately. I looked up and she has pen ready to write on paper. I gave her the code and handed her the phone and she raced off in a puff of gratitude. She makes it so easy.
I'm enjoying the re-read of Project Hail Mary. It's still an amazing story but this time I'm struck by how poorly written it is. Ach. Sometimes I feel like I'm reading an 8th grade short story. But the story is so good.
Yesterday, Julio and Biggie were cuddled on the couch. So here's a free cat pic.
Time to go get dressed and hit the road.
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This month's freebie from the University of Chicago Press is Courtenay Raia, The New Prometheans: Faith, Science, and the Supernatural Mind in the Victorian Fin de Siècle on psychical research.
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Okay, I know I was going off at people getting all up in the woowoo about the Pill, but this is a bit grim about Depo-Provera: Pfizer sued in US over contraceptive that women say caused brain tumours. I was raising my eyebrows at this:
Pfizer argues that it tried to have a tumour warning attached to the drug’s label but this was rejected by the US regulator, the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). The company said in its court filings: “This is a clear pre-emption case because FDA expressly barred Pfizer from adding a warning about meningioma risk, which plaintiffs say state law required.”
and going hmmm, because there was a huge furore in the 70s in the UK about Depo-Provera and what sections of the population were actually being put on it, i.e. there was a whole ethnicity/discrimination pattern going on, and I would not be entirely astonished to find out that there were programmes in certain US states which were maybe no longer sterilising 'the unfit' (though I'm not sure I'd bet good money on it) but blithely applying long-acting hormonal contraception instead.
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And also in the realm of reproductive control: Of embryos and vaccines: If you REALLY want to protect the unborn... on rubella. Abortion historian notes that one reason (apart from thalidomide) for resurgence of abortion activism in UK in early 60s had been a German measles epidemic.... Also recall that my sister - who like me was not of a generation that routinely got this vaccine in childhood - when she fell pregnant with her first getting tested in the antenatal clinic to see if she needed to get the jab stat (in fact, she had high level of antibodies, so maybe we'd all had German measles among all our other many childhood ailments and barely noticed....)
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Something more agreeable: the Royal School of Needlework's Stitch Bank:
RSN Stitch Bank is a free resource designed to preserve the art of hand embroidery through digitally conserving and showcasing the wide variety of the world’s embroidery stitches and the ways in which they have been used in different cultures and times. Now containing over 500 stitches, each stitch entry contains information about its history, use and structure as well as a step-by-step method with photographs, illustrations and video.
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Asking good questions is harder than giving great answers: this so resonated with my experience as an archivist: 'often when people ask for help or information, what they ask for isn't what they actually want'.
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Many years ago I used to go to a restaurant- Le Bistingo in South Ken, as I recall - that had a cartoon pinned on the wall depicting a chef bodily ejecting a diner. Waiter to observers: 'He Attempted To Add Salt'. This was rather my reaction to this particularly WTF 'You Be The Judge': Should my partner stop hankering after salt and pepper shakers?
Why do you need salt and pepper on the table, haven't you seasoned the food adequately? (oh, and btw, Gene, as a comment remarks, salt has naturally antiseptic properties*).
*I remember some historical drama of Ye Medeevles on the telly in my youth about dousing somebody's flogged back in salt water (?or rubbing it with salt) to stop it festering.
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