#semolina the duck

[frillability]

Evie and Semolina. They were definitely having a secret conversation us lowly humans weren't privy to.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Constantinople • Sinister Exaggerator • The Booker Tease • Blue Rosebuds • Laughing Song • Bach Is Dead • Elvis And His Boss • Lizard Lady • Semolina • Birthday Boy • Weight-lifting Lulu • Krafty Cheese • Hello Skinny • The Electrocutioner

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[mytastessuck]

Duck Stab/Buster & Glen

Ah, the record that made The Residents indie darlings. And The Residents had the appropriate reaction to their newfound fanbase:

They may have failed in remaining out of the public eye but they succeeded in making an accessible album that you can show your friends and they can say, "Oh, Primus sung this song once". Let's get started:

Constantinople

Everybody's favorite for a good reason. Try getting that nails on a chalkboard song out of your head. Or that weird key playing. Or that fat guy falling in the video.

10/10

2. Sinister Exaggerator

The other one Primus covered. It's good and sinister...what else can I say? It gives you the goosebumps like a chick smiling at you while stabbing a duck in the head.

9/10

3. The Booker Tease

Has a bit of an old West appeal...definitely a staple if you want someone to literally be punched out of your bar.

8/10

4. Blue Rosebuds

Something from an old horror movie (gonna be saying that a lot...) and it's got a liquid filter title sound to it. Like it.

8/10

5. Laughing Song

What? It's laughter and singing. What's creepy about that? You gotta get out more.

7/10

6. Bach Is Dead

Thanks for the heads up, guys. I'll keep this in mind.

8/10

7. Elvis and His Boss

Weird instrumentation and fucky lyrics...glad we're getting further on track. An underrated classic.

9/10

8. Lizard Lady

I bet Snakefinger did the guitar for this one. It sounds like him. Good song too.

8/10

9. Semolina

I recommend this one for drug use. It won't be a fun time but it will make a good story.

8/10

10. Birthday Boy

Happy Birthday! Another fucking year...but this song exists so that's good.

7/10

11. Weight-Lifting Lulu

Eh. This song just exists for me. Doesn't grab me like the others. Nothing wrong, it's just...there.

6/10

12. Krafty Cheese

Nicely goofy. Definitely something you want to leave on when you're attack people with aerosol products.

7/10

13. Hello Skinny

Hi again, Skinny! Still a great song in audio.

18.5/10

14. The Electrocutioner

Disturbingly soothing...I am difficult to soothe as you can imagine. Abrasive as you'd expect.

9/10

Album Score: 87.5/100

Next week is Eskimo...and that's gonna be different for a lot of reasons. See you there.

[senor-plume]

Listening to the Residents (very high)

getting stoned

inhaling the pot listening to The Residents with headphones on

freaky trippy silly high high gone wasted and blasted balloon up

paranoid unplugging the phone turning the television off

pillow in my lap blanket across my back

Duck Stab Lizard Lady Semolina Hello Skinny

I listen unable to sit still up down down up

fried beyond belief

to high to handle The Residents on this Saturday night

big eyeballs climb through my window

extend arms and shake

I shake back

sucked into a eyedropper

I'm gone I'm wasted stoned and silly

my skin drips into a pool of hello dolly plastic

skeleton rattles

the xylophone plays

bone on bone

fire on fire

blonde on blonde

buster on glenn

on and on

poison pours from red clouds melting trees and grass

all things green waste away

I'm still alive though

listening to The Residents

saying hello

hello neighbor

this pew

this pew where I am at

knees shucked like corn

peeled away

I'm melting butter from pores

I'm melting butter from pores

I'm melting

[jhara-ivez]

Qyra AU #2

Part 1 Dami's attention was drawn to the report on the table in front of her. In the last month, crime in the districts had risen by almost 20 %. As soon as the majority of the Civil Force was at the borders, pickpockets, burglars and fraudsters sprouted up like mushrooms.  Of course, everyone had complained about the lack of night patrols, but what could be done? Shape new guards out of clay? Ask the necromancers in their towers if they would lend the city some undead? Not that there weren't already some mages who preferred their undead guardians to the living ones of flesh and blood. "They should have planned ahead," she said, not able to banish the personal resentment from her voice. "All this could have been avoided." "Yes, Masā." "But the main issue is being willing to play war when you can't even protect your own people decently!" "Yes, Masā." "That idiot knows neither duty, nor diligence, nor effort! If I didn't constantly intervene on my own authority, surely even the forgers on Palm Avenue would still be around. Oh, what am I saying! They'd probably have taken on two more extra jobs. This miserable dilettante can do nothing but kiss the feet of the high and mighty and roll around in gold! He doesn't care at all if the city sinks into chaos!" "Sure, Masā."

Dami crossed her arms bitterly. "What's for dinner tonight, Illi?" The woman flinched at the sound of her name and looked questioningly in Dami's direction. Dami repeated the question. "Red bream with semolina and vegetables. To go with the red wine your brother brought over the other day." "Not from his 'winery', I hope?" Illi nodded, looking offended, as if she owed it to Dami's brother. "Why fish all the time, anyway! As often as there's been fish lately, you'd think all the chickens, sheep and all the game had died of the plague. Have I missed some food crisis, Illi?" The housekeeper made a movement with her hand that could mean anything and nothing. "Fish is healthy." Dami waited to see if she might get any further explanation, but the housekeeper remained icily silent and started cutting the vegetables. Actually, Dami didn't mind fish all that much, if she was honest. "Have you seen how busy Amar looks lately?" she asked in an attempt to smooth the waters again. "Has he hinted at anything to you? Do I need to worry about a new employee?" "Oh no, no. He's made friends with one of the guests. As far as I know, he used to bring him books in the afternoons." Dami raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Well that's... nice. Is there any other news of the two of them?" She tried to sound casual and only moderately interested, but Illi saw right through her. "I haven't observed anything suspicious yet, Agesi," she grinned and gave Dami a mischievous, yet at the same time accusing look. An abrupt knock on the front door ended any further conversation. A few moments later Illi returned with a man in uniform who was quite terribly out of breath. It was young Tirash. Illi offered him some water, but he declined. "Sha'Shayan Agesi, the body of a man has been found in the great fountain of the palace." "Was the park opened to visitors yet?" "Yes, unfortunately. One of the pedestrians has reported it. We closed after that, of course!" he nodded eagerly, fiddling with his uniform. Tirash had not been under her command long, but so far she had little to complain about. Sometime last month she had signed off on his initial assessment. Dutiful and not the brightest candle in the chandelier, but with his heart in the right place. Suddenly he looked embarrassed and visibly ducked his head. "Well... So..." he began. "Sha'Min said that since the crime took place in the Queen's gardens.... Er, well, he said that it was obviously within your jurisdiction and..." "Never mind..." Dami waved him off with an exasperated sigh. "It's not like there's much else to do at the moment, is there? And it wasn't an accident or suicide?" "No, Agesi, there are wounds on his upper body. We think he was attacked and then disposed of." "Well wonderful. What about a name? Do we know who we're dealing with?" "Not so far, I'm afraid, Agesi." Dami put on her shoes and patted Illi apologetically on the shoulder before leaving the house with the man.

**********

Where is Shahin?" Dami asked when she arrived at the scene of the crime and could not see any of her people. Shahin was the best tracker Dami knew, and she was proud to count this man among her best colleagues and friends. The young Tirash gave the men and women of the Civil Force a wicked look before replying. "Somewhere in the garden. He said he would write you a report by tonight," he explained. "When we got here these idiots were already everywhere, criss-crossing the grounds. Shahin said it'd be a miracle if he found anything useful, but he's doing his best." Dami closed her eyes for a moment and applied some pressure to the bridge of her nose with her fingers. Then she took three deep breaths, opened her eyes again and nodded. "Where is the person that found him?" she wanted to know. Tirash pointed to a corpulent, elderly man with hair that was already beginning to turn white. He was standing under a flowering tree, watching the people at work. Dami walked over to him. "I am Dami Sha'Shayan. Do you feel able to make a statement, Sheyri?" "I've already told your colleagues everything, haven't I?" "Sure. But I'd still like to hear it all again from your mouth. Second-hand testimony is like stale tea, don't you think? Do you feel up to it, or should I have you summoned?" The man snorted, but then nodded. "Tell me what exactly happened. From the beginning. And don't leave out anything, even though it may seem unimportant." For a while the man looked down at the tips of his shoes. "Well, I went for a walk, just like every day." "Can you remember when, approximately, you were here? At the entrance to the garden, I mean." The man pointed to a woman in a guard's uniform at the edge of the spectacle. She was noticeably paler than everyone else. Dami couldn't remember her name, but she had been assigned to the afternoon shift here at the garden for what felt like ages. "That one will be able to tell you that I come at the same time every day," the man said. "I always go the same way because of the Waterfowl. They only come out of the reeds after the midday heat. And then suddenly there was a piece of rag in the water and the water had a strange pink colour. At first I thought someone had thrown rubbish in, you know what people are like, but then I realised there were legs and arms and all." "Did you see at that point that..." "No. I only noticed that he was dead after I fished him out. Had to throw up after - ...disgusting thing that." Dami nodded sympathetically and looked at the body, now hidden under an oilcloth, lying on a transport stretcher. Hopefully they still had enough ice in stock. "And then you called for help, I suppose? Was the body unattended when you did that?" The man looked puzzled. "Well, he couldn't walk away any more, could he. I just went back to the entrance and called the next best of your colleagues over. I thought it would be quick and I could go back home, but instead I've been standing here for what feels like an eternity -" "Of course," Dami interrupted him immediately and raised her hands appeasingly, "you can go home right away. However, it could be that someone will have to question you again in some time." The man understandably did not leap for joy, but left his address, and then left the scene. Dami watched him for a moment, then turned to the corpse, which was now also approached by a medico. They greeted each other wordlessly. The medico, Diego Funèbre, tall and slender with dark hair, and just as friendly as the last time they met, looked over at Dami, but then concentrated on the remains of the stranger. Funèbre put on a pair of thin leather gloves and approached the corpse, but then stopped in front of it for a while. Dami knew from their last encounters that the medico possessed phasmalistic abilities and searched for remains of the soul around the scene of the crime. At first, she had thought he was praying for the soul in his silence and wishing it a peaceful journey into the afterlife. Sometime later, however, Funèbre had laughingly told her that after all he had seen in this world, he could no longer believe in the afterlife. When some time had passed, the medico lowered himself to one knee, bent over the dead man, reached for his wrist and, for the sake of order, felt for his pulse. Dami decided not to witness any more of the procedure and instead to take a closer look at the scene of the crime in its entirety. The fountain was located at the northern end of a long rectangle, the sides of which were defined by tall, accurately trimmed privies. There were three gates through which one could enter the artificial clearing. The witness must have come from the western gate, just like Dami and Tirash earlier. To the east, one could reach the waterfalls and the reed-covered shore of the artificial lake where the man had wanted to watch the Waterfowl. To the south one arrived at a grotto that was particularly popular with couples thanks to its many niches and cool temperatures. The culprit could have come from anywhere. At first glance, Dami could not see any dragging or cart tracks. Maybe the body had not been moved at all. Funèbre half straightened up, which drew Dami's attention back to him, took two bent steps and knelt down next to the corpse's head, which he turned slightly to the side to look at the back of the head and the spine. Then he had the body turned over by two helpers and continued his examination. Only after another five minutes did he get up and stood next to Dami. "So?" she wanted to know. "Someone stabbed him. Since there are both entry and exit wound, I would assume a sword or a long spear. He hasn't been in the water long, but it's impossible to say for sure. Maybe a few hours at most. But not longer than that." "Do you think he saw the attacker coming?" The medico shrugged his shoulders. "If so, he didn't fight back," he said, brushing off his gloves. He carefully layered them and slipped them back into a bag he had brought for the purpose. "The first stab was already fatal, and there are no other injuries to suggest anything else." "And were there... you know, remnants of the soul or something?" Funèbre looked at her doubtfully. Dami had watched for years how respectfully, even kindly, Funèbre treated the dead he had to examine. She had probably unwittingly offended three of the dead man's ancestors and two of his living aunts with her question. "I think this might help you more," the medico finally said in as indulgent a tone as possible, and pressed a small folder into her hand. It felt strangely waxy. When Dami opened it carefully, she saw several soggy pieces of paper stuck to the inside of the leather. Of the written words, however, hardly any were legible. "He was wearing the folder on his body when he died." "But apparently they were unimportant to the murderer, otherwise they would surely have been taken from him." "Hmm," was all the medico said. "Thanks anyway. I'll see if any of it can still be deciphered." "Do that, Agesi." Apparently that was the end of the conversation. The silence dragged on, but as Dami was about to leave to talk to Tirash again, the medico said, "I bet he fell for that waterproof ink trick too." Then he fumbled once more for his bag, nodded to Dami and left the scene.

***********

When Dami arrived in her office, Shahin's report was already on her desk. She sat down heavily on the chair, put her legs up and exchanged the dead man's folder for the hopefully more informative documentation. When she had read about half of it, there was a knock on her door. Dami called the person inside. It was Pari, one of her younger guardswomen. "Agesi! I am to tell you that remains of ectoplasm were found in the fountain water. However, it had already decomposed to a large extent," she reported, duly assuming her posture. "Extensively decomposed? You are gifted, aren't you, Pari?" asked Dami seriously. "That's right, Agesi." "And how long does it normally take for ectoplasm to decompose completely?" Pari thought about it for a moment. "About five hours, maybe. 'Maybe' wasn't good enough yet, unfortunately. Still, Dami smiled at her. "Please ask the mage circles if there are any accurate studies on this. If we can narrow down the time of the crime more precisely that way, we should give it a chance. I would also like someone to check with the local institutions to see if there are any people reported missing already who might fit our dead body. Perhaps we could also try infirmaries and local medici. I think tomorrow at noon would be a good time to report back." Pari saluted. "Of course, Agesi." "Then go home now. If you're quick, I'm sure you can still make it for dinner." The woman saluted again, but this time already with much more relaxed features and gave her superior a friendly look. Then she closed the door behind her with a "See you tomorrow, Agesi." Dami crossed her arms in front of her chest for a moment. Her stomach growled at the thought of the dinner she herself would probably miss. But it didn't help. Soon she was fully focused on Shahin's findings again, but they only made one thing clearer: There was magic involved. Around the clearing there were no traces far and wide, so the dead man must have taken the obvious route through the main entrance before his demise. Nevertheless, no one could actively remember him. Of course, a skilled mage could have used a cloaking spell on him. As it were, he could have been moved by telekinesis. But wasn't that a nonsensical amount of effort? Moreover, the ectoplasm in the water and the lack of a murder weapon unsettled her. If the summoning coincided with the approximate time of the crime, it could mean that someone had used the summoned being to elegantly make all the evidence disappear. After all, if the conjuration dissolved, the weapon it carried also disappeared. Dami leaned far back, clasped her hands behind her head and looked out the window. From this angle, the setting sun was not visible, but the play of colours that turned the clouds into a huge inferno was. Carefully, she opened the folder. The paper inside had begun to get wavy, but the writing was still barely more than half legible. If she was lucky, she could make some of the missing words visible later with special ash. For that, however, the paper had to dry first, and preferably without getting even more wavy. By the time Dami had finished preparing the paper in this way, it was already dark outside.

************

Finally arriving at her house, she found what she was looking for: Warmth, the smell of freshly peeled oranges and the certainty that her son was already sweetly dreaming in bed. She left all her work clothes and equipment by the door and went into the kitchen. There, to her surprise, one of the guests of her house, the elder one, was sitting at the table, holding an opened book in one hand while popping pieces of orange into his mouth with the other. He looked up as she entered, gave her a wry smile and held out a piece to her. "Dal'Varek?" "Jespar. I don't care much for titles." Dami nodded. And took the piece of orange. It was rare for any of the guests to show their faces near this part of the house. And therefore it had to mean something. She quickly glanced at the title of the book, but the name didn't ring a bell. "The kitchen doesn't seem like the best place to read," she said cautiously. Dal'Varek shook his head. "It isn't. Usually." A brief pause followed, Dal'Varek sighed (quite a bit theatrically, if Dami was honest) and popped another piece of orange into his mouth. "Honestly, I need to discuss something with you," he then said. "Don't get it wrong, the house is quite wonderful and the stay so far hasn't been half as bad as I feared it would be when that greasy man at the palace said we'd be under house arrest. It's also less of a problem for me and more for my friend." Dami decided to sit down opposite the man. She had not really expected any complaints. Maybe she should have. Maybe her way of running the house wasn't befitting their status after all and she'd been wrong. Maybe it was the food. Dal'Varek gave her a look of... exhaustion. Now that Dami looked at him more closely, the man seemed strangely tired indeed. "Is there something wrong with the beds?" Dal'Varek blinked. "What?" Then another thought occurred to her. "It's because of the centipedes, isn't it? I know they often sit in the blankets by mistake. You don't have to be afraid of them, though. They're actually quite useful animals and -" "No. No, it's not that," the man interrupted her, now visibly confused. "I give you my word that nothing in this house is causing any problems. Really. It's just...  My friend is, how shall I say, ... He's not used to spending so much time indoors, or in one place in general." Again a short silence, in which he started to look visibly more frustrated. "To be honest, I would love to strangle him at the moment whenever I see him." Dami had nothing to say to that. But at least she could understand this desire; She herself had considered 'calming' her ex-husband with a pillow a thousand times while he slept. Fortunately, the problem had taken care of itself later. Suddenly Dal'Varek looked directly at her. "You are a high-ranking officer in the Guard, aren't you," he began, voice suddenly suave. "Jhara is an excellent fighter, he can do a bit of magic too, and if all that doesn't help, I'm sure he can be useful to you in some other way. Just please take him with you where ever that may be. He certainly wouldn't be in your way either, I'll stake my life on that." "Now, wait a minute," Dami said, caught off guard. "I can't just have civilians snooping around in top secret Guard business." "The whole thing can't be that top secret," the mischievous looking man declared. "The kitchen lady told me earlier that there had been a murder. Jhara has experience in solving murders. From back in Enderal. He has a special gift that lets him see echoes from the past. I'm sure that would be very useful for solving the case." Dami cursed Illi and her blabbermouth. She pursed her lips, stubborn and unwilling to let this Enderalean brat wrap her around his finger. "I already had a phasmalist on the scene today and that wasn't much help." "The echo is not like regular phasmalism. It's -" A knock on the door and the subsequent opening interrupted the discussion. It was Illi, already dressed in her nightgown, and a worried-looking Medico Funèbre. "Agesi, two more bodies were brought into my examination rooms by the Civil Force shortly after I returned to the Institute. Almost identical injuries, and both were carrying beeswax folders. I would strongly encourage you to take another look for yourself in the morning." Dami cast a scowl at her guest, who was still sitting across the table from her, listening with interest, then looked at the medico, who was blind in one eye and may not have realised there was another stranger in the kitchen. "I will," she finally said, tone dead. "Surely you won't mind if I bring someone else with me, will you, Diego?" The medico replied in the negative and Dal'Varek could barely hide his still mischievous smile.

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The following morning, it was only after some knocking that the door in the other wing of her own house was finally opened for Dami. By Jhara Ivez. The blond one. His hair looked strangely dishevelled. Apart from dangerously low-hanging trousers and a frowny expression he wore nothing else on his body. Not even a dressing gown. When he blinked at Dami, she decided that he had either just gotten out of bed or was about to go to sleep. Both unusual at this hour. "Is it something important?" Rude. "Depends on whether you consider investigating a murder case 'important' or not," Dami countered. The only reaction she got was that the guy eyed her silently for a while. Dami was obliging enough to interpret this as speechless surprise as he ran a quick hand through his hair and shook his head. Mumbling some seemingly incoherent sentences, he took a small step to the side. "Hold on. I'll get dressed." It took only a few minutes before the man joined her, by now additionally dressed in a loose top and a red-patterned shesh. "Does this happen often? That the Guard wants to work with civilians?" he wanted to know, catching Dami's eye. He sounded neither excited nor emphatically nonchalant, but rather.... bored. When he noticed her annoyed look, however, he had to grin. "Don't worry, I'll help, of course."

[unsellingconvenience]

I made tres leches bread pudding with the leftover liquid from the cake (spiked with a few more duck eggs, sugar, and vanilla), with some leftover milk bread, challah, and semolina bread chunks. Served with fresh strawberries. I wish I hadn’t eaten this, so I could eat it again. #dessert #breadpudding #cookjng #strawberries #tresleches

[smilesession]

album: duck stab by the residents?

The best song on the album: objectively Hello Skinny

My favorite song on the album: if i say Semolina is everyone gonna look at me funny? i don't feel like Semolina gets any love at all. luv the whole ordeal going on there. she sells sea shells and so on. seagull and ocean sounds. might as well be off of The Beach Boys Love You album; simplistic but also bizarrely emotionally resonant

My least favorite song on the album: i like all of them, but i'm just not as crazy about Lizard Lady. only song that approaches the cusp of "Annoying" on the whole thing for me

The most overrated song on the album: i don't think this applies very well in this case, idk. guess it has to be Constantinople. dare i say Constantinople is kind of mid

Most underrated: Weight-Lifting Lulu for the love of god and also semolina like i said already

The banger of all bangers: the Laughing Song probably. on the definition of which song on the album activates me physically the most. stimming out to that shit like crazy

Rate from 0-10: easily a 9. potentially a perfect 10 if you're in the right mood and it hits

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Adding Context (for a few of these, as requested)

PLACENTA CAKE

An ancient Roman cake of goat’s cheese and honey layered between a dried semolina pastry (called tracta, which some consider to be an early form of pasta) and an outer wheat pastry shell with a central knob of dough.

Other sources state the cake was also flavored with bay leaves before being baked, and then covered in honey.

Descended from the Greek plakous, which is normally understood to mean a flat cake, although some scholars believe it was named from the fact that it was “full of individual flat sheets.”

The name survives in many European languages, particularly the Rumanian platchynta, which resembles the ancient cake, and the Hungarian palacsinta, which now refers to crepes.

At some point in the Middle Ages, the word placenta came to be used for the human afterbirth, which has a coincidental resemblance to the ancient cake.

Throughout history the human afterbirth has been cooked and consumed by new mothers; it is said to resemble liver in texture.

Currently, the placenta may be dried and rendered into pill form so that new mothers may benefit from the recognized reduction in the incidence of postpartum depression in those who consume the organ.

BIRD'S MILK

Small, chocolate-enrobed bars with a soft, marshmallow-like interior, colored white for vanilla, or egg-yolk yellow for lemon.

First produced in Poland by the famous E. Wedel company in the mid-1930s; in 2010 the company received a trademark for them from the European Union.

From Poland, the candy spread in popularity throughout Eastern Europe, especially Russia, where during the Soviet era of food deficits, obtaining a box of bird’s milk candies was considered a coup, nearly as unlikely as milking a bird.

EGG YOLK SWEETS

The most basic form of Portuguese egg confectionery is a sweet, thick sauce of cooked egg yolks and sugar called ovos moles (soft eggs) used as a custard-like filling for tarts and cakes, as a dessert sauce or topping, or as a filling for marzipan sweets.

Although egg sweets are also made in Spain, particularly in the Castilian region that shares much of its culinary heritage with Portugal, it is the Portuguese who elevated the egg sweet to iconic status, developing an extraordinarily extensive repertoire of recipes.

In Portugal during the Middle Ages:

Food was scarce, and eggs provided an important source of protein. Eggs (from hens, ducks, and other fowl) were readily available, relatively inexpensive, and, at a time when most Europeans spent more than half the days of the year in religious fasting, the devoutly Catholic Portuguese regarded eggs as permissible Lenten foods.

Egg whites were widely used in sugar refining (which the Portuguese had learned from the Moors), thus an abundance of yolks were sent to convent nuns, a practice said to have been initiated by the pious king Philip III of Spain.

One effective method of preserving so many eggs was to cook the yolks with a large quantity of sugar.

Many nuns found experimenting with confectionery a welcome distraction from the routine of contemplative life.

Today:

A resurgent interest in traditional Portuguese egg sweets has developed, particularly in the many regional variations that are once again being made in convents throughout the country.

Egg sweets and other convent desserts (doces conventuais in Portuguese), often adapted to make use of regional ingredients such as coconut milk and rice flour.

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Topics List: Sweets

Word lists may be helpful for some people to overcome writer's block.

CAKES

CANDY

CHOCOLATE

CONFECTIONS

COOKIES

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[joancoyespain]

Day 11: Seville Alcazar & Cathedral

Southern Spain continues sunny and hot offering us another day to experience historical sites and local culture. The Royal Alcazar of Seville, a historic royal palace was formerly the site of the Islamic-era citadel of the city, begun in the 10th century. Unlike other buildings which have transitioned from Moore and Jewish to Christian hands, the structure and ornamentation of this Alcazar are firmly Arabic and have little overlayed Christian symbology.

Tapas and Tinto de Verano (fresh Sangria) comprised the lunch menu as we enjoyed the shade and a moment of rest. The Cathedral of Saint Mary of the See, better known as Seville Cathedral, is a Catholic cathedral and former mosque and UNESCO site. It is the largest Gothic church in the world whose the original minaret converted into a bell tower. It felt much like Notre Dame of Paris, towering over the city center of Seville.

A successful afternoon of shopping followed by a siesta and first attempts to pack everything into our existing luggage capacity. El Disparate, a Michelin Star Bibb Gourmet choice for dinner was excellent! On a lively square in the Alameda neighborhood, we enjoyed: Sevillian Florida goat cheese with organic lavender honey for a starter, Pumpkin risotto with duck magret and Iberian pork shoulder with mushrooms, semolina and carrot purée, surpassed only by the carrot cake with yogurt foam.....deliciosa!!

[vmonteiro23a]

UNDER THE RADAR: The Residents - "Krafty Cheese"

UNDER THE RADAR: The Residents – “Krafty Cheese” “December 15, 1978 THE RESIDENTS’ new album is out. It’s not the long awaited Eskimo though, it called “Buster & Glen.” This is the second Residents release in a period of weeks. One side is the entirety of the ‘Duck Stab’ EP, and the other side is another seven new songs. Titles include “Krafty Cheese,””Weight Lifting Lulu”, “Semolina” and “The…

[frillability]

🌙🎵 late night music making🎵🌙

[zaidshair]

Gael. Wasn't that a woman's name? Then again, it was 2024; any name could be any name. Children named 'Kush' and 'Semolina', although Gael definitely was no child. They were probably around the same age, but. Perhaps it was a family name; and Zaid wasn't one to judge a person by their name, having been on the receiving end many times himself.

He might ask later; he liked when people weren't just a 'Jim' or an 'Emma', after all. For now though, they had bigger problems. Much to Zaid's relief, it seemed Gael heard the noise from the forest as well. And when the nuts rained down on them, Gael reacted with a competent urgency that Zaid appreciated, and also regretted. The Monster drink dropped into the sand ignored, and Zaid was caught between the need for Gael to protect himself from the assault, versus the desire for Gael to get hydrated as soon as possible, poor bloke.

"Down here!" Zaid took a hold of Gael's shirt and tugged him closer, so they could situate behind a barrier of some boulders and boxes. This seemed to make the chittering angry, or more excited. "You ever been in a warzone? I imagine this is what it's like. Horrid. I hate this!" And then a blip of regret. "Gael man. Sorry for getting you attacked and all. I've got no idea what I did wrong here, all I wanted to do was stock some supplies..." Which Gael was so generously understanding about, Zaid felt they'd developed a bit of a kinship there. They were in this together. Ensuring Gael was relatively safe, Zaid had two goals - the first he solved by lunging for the can of Monster and cracking it open.

"Drink this, please," Zaid urged, considering himself mighty brave for fetching the drink. What a great man Zaid Shair was, to risk his own life (his life was fine. There was no danger on his life) for a relative stranger.

Then, Zaid peeked up from behind the boulder, trying to catch a glimpse of their chittering, hooting, hollering attackers. "I can see them! Sort of. They're - it's all just shadows, they're so bloody fast. Some sort of squirrel, like? Bloody hell - their eyes seem to glow in the dark. Is that normal? How many bloody nuts do these tree-rats have?! Fucking hell, it's got to stop soon yeah? Then maybe we can bolt out of here." Zaid groaned. "Abandon the supplies..." All his hard graft for nothing.

Tree spirits. That was Gael's opinion, and Zaid ducked back behind the boulder, and eyed him askance. He took the can of Monster, took a sip of his own, and handed it back. Then he took a long inhale, and let it out roughly. Even the hail of tree nuts slowed, though the chittering remained. And then finally, Zaid asked: "Tree spirits. Right. And what exactly is a 'tree spirit', bruv?"

Zaid. Not American, though that literally couldn't had mattered less to Gael considering where they were and how they'd gotten there. How they'd gotten there... He shook his head to keep his mind from wandering too far away from the present and, given how (relatively) easygoing the newly-dubbed Zaid had been, it prompted Gael himself to ease up a little. He wasn't usually on edge like this, which he couldn't help but think gave people the wrong impression of him but he figured the version of everyone else he was meeting probably wasn't how they usually were.

Or were they?

Gael wasn't a paranoid man, which was fortunate for him. But was Zaid-- Don't start. "I think trying to gather resources is a noble venture," He said rather lightly all things considered, a facet of his trying to be less tense around Zaid as the latter offered him an energy drink. "Um... Gael." He replied, taking the Monster--

Then suddenly Zaid cried in pain, falling to the ground and Gael jumped back in surprise, eyes widening as the other man started shouting about how he'd been shot. Were there people in the forest? He didn't hear a gunshot, was it a blow dart?? His mind was immediately starting to rush with how this would look, if Zaid was going to be okay and how quickly this was going to take a turn and Gael would be facing public execution for killing another man in the first couple of hours of being on this godforsaken piece of land.

Before Gael's fight/flight/freeze response could be stress tested, however (he was freezing though, thanks for asking), Zaid seemed to recover from whatever it was that had made contact with the back of his head. The knowledge that he hadn't actually been shot didn't really assuage Gael, but he wasn't given much of an opportunity to express his relief when he too heard strange noises coming from the brush once more.

Chittering, reminiscent of one of those... birds, the ones in Australia. Kookaburra, I think. He shook his head; whatever, it sounded like laughter. Not human, but also decidedly unnatural. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could, a quick glance up saw the rain of spherical objects, arching through the air and threatening to pelt the duo.

He acted decidedly quicker this time, dropping the Monster and lifting his messenger bag to shield his face from the incoming fire. "We're being attacked by mysterious tree spirits!" He yelled, taking a few steps back and looking over at Zaid. "They're pissed off!" And the worst part was that he had no idea what to do about vengeful tree spirits. He doubted the rosary from his satchel would be useful. "Get to cover!" He said as he scrambled back several more paces before finding a tree to hide behind.

[fleurdumal117]

Do you have the cockroach?

When I was a small child, I went through a brief period of telling others that I would grow up to be French. It’s not clear whether I thought that being French was a means of gainful employment - like being an astronaut of a firefighter - or if I just liked the sound of it. I also can’t explain where I got the idea from, because I had never been to France and have no French family.

The below is a list of French idioms, their meanings and literal translations, some of which I’ve come across on my travels and others that I’ve borrowed from the Interwebs. 

They don’t explain the strange belief that baby me had about one day waking up to be French. But when life gets a bit bleak – maybe, like me, you have a tendency to pedal in semolina, or you make cheese out of everything – foreign language trivia can be a fun and harmless way to pass some time before coming back to one’s sheep.

So maybe you’ll enjoy reading these, too.

1. Il me court sur le haricot Translation: He’s running on my bean English equivalent: He’s getting on my nerves

2. Pédaler dans la semoule Translation: To pedal in semolina   English equivalent: To go around in circles; to make no progress

3. Avoir le cul bordé de nouilles Translation: To have the ass surrounded by noodles English equivalent: To be a jammy bastard

4. Avoir le cafard Translation: To have the cockroach English equivalent: To feel blue

5. Être dans de beaux draps Translation:  To be in beautiful sheets English equivalent: To be up shit creek without a paddle

6. En faire tout un fromage Translation: To make cheese out of it   English equivalent: To make a mountain out of a molehill

7. Ça ne casse pas trois pattes à un canard Translation: It doesn’t break three legs of a duck English equivalent: Nothing to write home about

8. Pisser dans un violon Translation: To piss in a violin English equivalent: To piss in the wind

9. Mêle-toi de tes oignons Translation: Mind your onions English equivalent: Mind your own business

10. Revenons à nos moutons Translation: Let’s come back to our sheep English equivalent: Let’s get back to business, get back on track

Source and credit: https://www.theintrepidguide.com/funny-french-idioms/

[airyairyaucontraire]

Okay, I have made the chocolate cream pie and I have prepared the brine for the turkey - this year I boiled it up to completely dissolve the salt and sugar and steep the most flavour out of the spices, and I will stick the turkey in it tomorrow morning together with the fresh ingredients (orange juice and zest, bouquet garni) so it gets a good long soak but not too long so it doesn't get soggy. Tomorrow I will also make the key lime pie (allowing time for my nephew to help me crack and separate eggs, which he's very enthusiastic about but can't always do accurately). Then on Christmas Day my one big job is the duck-fat roast potatoes, which I will parboil and rough up (with semolina, which produces the crunchiest surface) towards the end of the turkey's cooking time, then cook in the oven with the heat cranked higher while the turkey rests under foil. Oh, and to whip the cream for the pavlova, but that's pretty basic.

And drink a lot of prosecco and elderflower spritzes, I think.

[senor-plume]

Very High (listening to the Residents)

getting stoned

inhaling the pot listening to The Residents with headphones on

freaky trippy silly high high gone wasted and blasted balloon up

paranoid unplugging the phone turning the television off

pillow in my lap blanket across my back

Duck Stab Lizard Lady Semolina Hello Skinny

I listen unable to sit still up down down up

fried beyond belief

to high to handle The Residents on this Saturday night

big eyeballs climb through my window

extend arms and shake

I shake back

sucked into a eyedropper

I'm gone I'm wasted stoned and silly

my skin drips into a pool of hello dolly plastic

skeleton rattles

the xylophone plays

bone on bone

fire on fire

blonde on blonde

buster on glenn

on and on

poison pours from red clouds melting trees and grass

all things green waste away

I'm still alive though

listening to The Residents

saying hello

hello neighbor

this pew

this pew where I am at

knees shucked like corn

peeled away

I'm melting butter from pores

im melting butter from pores

I'm melting

[foxposters781]

Fishing Planet: Bottom Power Pack For Mac

Fishing Planet: Bottom Power Pack For Mac Os

the new lake is good but....

pastythief replied to pastythief's topic in Waterways

thanks man, appreciate the reply,i was only wondering about the new lake, but thanks anyway.

pastythief started following biggest carp in germany (bagerssee lake)., the new lake is good but.... and biggest carp in germany (bagerssee lake).

the new lake is good but....

pastythief posted a topic in Waterways

Hi all, i have a couple of questions. 1). The new lake is good but can someone explain to me (i used to build radar and sonar), where the hell do you cast to get the fish that you see as targets on the screen???, in front /behind /to the side and how far etc.?. 2) is it worth fishing at night as i spent a whole night thre and all i got was a SMALL catfish. 3), sorry just thought of a 3rd , where are the bigger fish likely to be, tackle and bait etc. would be helpful. thanks in anticipation.

biggest carp in germany (bagerssee lake).

pastythief replied to pastythief's topic in Tips/Techniques/Guides

many thanks mate, i will give it a go later 2day, got the mrs. peckin me head to finish the garden, (i would rather be fishing.).

biggest carp in germany (bagerssee lake).

pastythief replied to pastythief's topic in Tips/Techniques/Guides

biggest carp in germany (bagerssee lake).

pastythief posted a topic in Tips/Techniques/Guides

hi all, i would love to get some bigger carp now, ive had them up to 13Kg, but want to see if i can get me a big one. ive got the carp lord pack and a lot more gear too, but dont know when or where to go,. ( favorite spot is at the left hand end of the 'lake within a lake') when you spawn onto it. any ideas?:?

Bottom Power Pack??

pastythief replied to Sasha Alexander's topic in DLCs

hi there, ive not long got the bottom power pack, and i think it great, but without being specific, it is certainly worth the money. ive used it in most locations and had good fish on it, the big alli rods are very good and worth getting on their own, for the cats, barbel, and carp. t(the heavier rods that is), the lighter rods are good for pretty much all other fish, i hope that this helps you, as for a rating i would give it 8/10.

biggest carp in germany (bagerssee lake).

pastythief posted a topic in Fish

hi all, i bought the carp lord gear, and i leveled up from 40 to 42 in 4 days (realtime),in this lake. many thanks to all those who gave me info. Now what i want to do is catch me some BIG carp, so far in game i think my biggest is about 13Kg?, from the lake in a lake, (when you spawn, go just past the end of the island and cast into about 3m of water). had big grass carp, leathers commons and mirrors too. ive got some good gear and bait, etc. but would really love some help with locations and time etc.( you know the sort of thing). There is only one criticism if you can call it that, and that is there are no weed beds, lilly pads or things like that. it just seems like an open bowl of water,. In real life i used to fish some gravel pits near a place called Yately, and others in the area, ands though there werent many, there were places where there were reeds, lillies and trees over and in the water, where i had some monsters, my biggest was a 40lb 9oz mirror and ive had hundreds over 20, in one day i had over 300lb of creucian over 2lb tench to 7 1/2 and commons too. i was knackered i tell you. many thanks in advance for any help you can give me.

Hi all, i have just got to level 41 and got me a carp rod, some feeders hooks and boilies, so why will it not let me use them,??, it keeps them 'greyed out', Do you have to be at a specific water, or at a certain level, if so then why the f*** do they allow you to buy the damn tackle in the first place??? i have caught carp on ordinary tackle and ordinary fish on carp tackle in real life. any help would be apreciated.

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