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Are you from the South? If not, no one's said this to you, yet. Oh, shug. (That is short for sugar, and a term of endearment down here, and we mean it happy and said and sympathetic, too.) I had mine out last year, and had a real boot-straps moment when I realized my good-for-nothing ex wasn't going to take care of me. I ate a lot of grits. Do you have grits where you come from? Don't waste your time with instant grits, they taste like crap and real grits are just as easy to cook. Buy a 3lb bag of grits, dump them into a container so you don't spill them in your drug-induced haze. Scoop grits into a little pot. Put some water into a pot. Drop an egg in there to poach. Put some cheese and butter on it when it's gotten solid-y but the egg yolk is still runny. Stir, and make sure you walk slow back to the couch so it has time to cool. Good luck!

@ lisakb-- I think the way you put it "It's definitely not an exact science... But it's part of the 'charm' of these concoctions," is wonderful. It put a smile on my face!

I think it's unfortunate that your reading an interview about a movie sullied your experience with this art collection. There is a huge difference between a photography project whose participants are willing and who suffer no ill fate and a piece of fiction with a dark and sordid twist that happens to involve the same (commonplace) subject matter. I think it's fair that the photographs creep you out (if it's just that you find pictures of people sleeping strange, or taking pictures of people strange), but drawing a comparison between the two projects creates negative connotations that the collection doesn't seem to have had.

It's Seuss!

I've got a road id bracelet (with emergency contacts, address, and allergies) for when I go cycling and they've just come out with interactive ones (linked to a profile that emts, etc. can check with your medical history). I ran into a dad the other day that had the new ones for himself & all his kids- like rubberband bracelets and they loved wearing them!

I cooked with my mom growing up, but when she died suddenly when I was in high school it became glaringly obvious that I had no idea how to cook. My high school Latin teacher took me under her wing and taught me a few basics--quick tuna casserole (which tuna + noodles + veggies), chicken pesto, etc. And it really helped me like this: If you know a basic recipe, you can substitute with what you have, you can follow the same technique with new ingredients, you can make it if all else fails.

I find it incredibly ironic that @lulukittie and so many others responded to a post about comment etiquette with a comment that ignored... etiquette. Esp. @lulukittie goes out of [her/his] way to insult the competence of a stranger because s/he doesn't agree with the opinions of the OP. Way to go, all. Bias-based incompetence is totally a thing. Thanks for your 'don't be a jerk' post, OP-- the comments at AT are often the thing that put me off the whole site.

Link is broken.

All the hubbub about how dangerous this is seems silly. The babe's almost 2 now. They're planning on keeping this up for months if not a year if not years. And when they're using the fireplace, I imagine they (gasp) might put a gate in front of it in addition to teaching about fire safety/hot things are hot. So, you know, the kid won't get hurt. Also, the only way to teach kids not to jump into fires is by never letting them in a household where there has ever been a fire--fireplace, candle, or otherwise. Seriously, relax.

How is a [hacked] shredder or a pair of scissors and alternative to using a shredder or a pair of scissors?