That's right, Atlasians! I'm the Fried-Egg Sandwich Master.

[opebo]

I love olives.

Anyway your sandwiches sound good jmfcst.  Why are you doing 'physical work', by the way?

[opebo]

Why are you doing 'physical work', by the way?

because I don't want to be robbed the week after hiring someone to do projects around my house.  besides, I have 4 females in the house, not looking at making them potential rape victims.

Jeezo buddy, what the heck is the arsenal and the blood-lust for?  You should be tempting those brownies to come and do those naughty things, so you can shoot them and bury them in the back 40 (or maybe 4 in your nouveau-case).

But on a different front - can you remember when to have a workman come around your house was nothing to fear?  I can remember when workmen came to our house when I was a kid they were all completely unionized, usually over 40 years old, and had no incentive to harm anyone (they made about $50/hour).  Of course I have to admit for most things my father used his own employees for home repairs, but still, they were fat and happy men.

Btw, my final thought  is a general one - what would a burglar steal nowadays?  The great deflation of neo-liberalism has made nearly everything in your house worthless (who would steal a TV or a computer now?  they cost almost nothing new and are nearly totally valueless second-hand or 'hot').  Oh, I guess your guns.

[opebo]

I hate olives with a vengeance.

No wonder we are oil-and-water.  Back home I used to sit and eat salty green olives right out of the jar with a tiny little fork.  Of course to be fair a jar of olives, an opened can of tinned peaches, and a third of a stale pound cake was usually all one would find in my mother's refrigerator.

[opebo]

Back home I used to sit and eat salty green olives right out of the jar with a tiny little fork.  Of course to be fair a jar of olives, an opened can of tinned peaches, and a third of a stale pound cake was usually all one would find in my mother's refrigerator.

Do you sometime wish to kill your mother?

No, buddy, not for this reason.  I mean, its not like we were starving - we still went out to eat (which in fact was quite preferable).

[opebo]

Back home I used to sit and eat salty green olives right out of the jar with a tiny little fork.  Of course to be fair a jar of olives, an opened can of tinned peaches, and a third of a stale pound cake was usually all one would find in my mother's refrigerator.

And you still went for the green olives? I could understand maybe if they were black olives, but I'd eat the pound cake even if it was starting to go moldy before touching green olives.

Of course, the peaches would be the first to go. Maybe have them with some of the pound cake.

I love green olives! Of course that is just out of love for super-salty and super-sour tastes.  Can't stand pound cake or canned peaches, though I do like canned mandarin oranges, and we did often have those too.

[opebo]

just to clarify, my recipe calls for sliced black olives...

Those are good too, though not quite as good.  Did you know the Thai nickname for a gay is 'black beans'?

[opebo]

Did you know the Thai nickname for a gay is 'black beans'?

I really didn't need to know that, nor did I need to attempt to picture the reason why. 

It certainly sounds scatalogical, but I'm not completely certain that is the meaning.  Sometimes with Thai phrases, you think you can guess the meaning but instead of being about Santorum it turns out it is about some ancient myth or prominent gay General or dictator whose nickname was 'Beans' and had extraordinarily black skin.

Or it could just be Thai for dingleberries.