#tourtoo

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I miss being at home.

Tourtoo: Who is going to punch the cornflakes or can @Danger Bear mail us some?

Me: And, yes, I can try mailing you some "milled" cornflakes.

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Me: Also, don't try to heat your fryer outside when it's in the low 30s.

Me: It takes _forever_.

Tourtoo: We'll do our best to keep the outside temperature above 40

Me: So the weather control system is working then?

RflRob: The charge on it is a little low. We'll see if we can have it running by Saturday.

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Gummy Boars, New Years Eve 2015

Me: Hey, what are we doing for New Years?

Iristhyr: i'm blowing shit up

Tourtoo: We can host!

Tourtoo: But we can't blow anything up.

Iristhyr: it's probably better that way

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BECAUSE ITS THE OBVIOUS ANSWER Me: Uh, some implementation notes: Me: do not use your fist as a pestle when trying to grind up corn flakes (for lack of an actual pestle). Me: Corn flakes are sharp. Me: They will cut up your knuckles.

Aonic: climbers should use their palms instead (Note: I'm also a terrible climber)

Rflrob: I don't think I've ever had a cornflake come in contact with my knuckles. Rflrob: We used a tool to crush em. Me: See, that's the smart thing to do. Rflrob: Where by "we" I mostly mean Tourtoo. Me: See? Leaving it to someone who's not an idiot is the smart thing to do.

Aonic: where was the venue this year? (see image) Ving: RIP schism 2015

Tourtoo: Put cornflakes (or cookies or whatever) in a plastic bag and crush them with a rolling pin. Leave them in the plastic bag and dip what you're coating in there. ​Tourtoo: Why I didn't think to specify "don't punch the cornflakes"?? Me: Because you're not an idiot. Tourtoo: 😂 or because I still haven't been to crossfit Me: Or because you weren't concussed, reducing your response algorithm to "hit with fist". Tourtoo:  Or buy Safety Cornflakes

Edit:

Wolverine: Just put the corn flakes in a ziplock bag Wolverine: And hit it with something Wolverine: Roll it with a rolling pin Wolverine: Hit it with your fist Wolverine: Any/all of the above Me: That's what my friend suggested! Wolverine: BECAUSE ITS THE OBVIOUS ANSWER

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The Song of My People.

Tourtoo: For Danger Bear, kind of. This is probably not the most pointless argument on the Internet, but it's the most pointless one I've seen. Body builders arguing about how many days in the week there are (gets going around post 6, continues ~5 pages). Mobius: it helps to read the posts in the BroScienceLife guy voice

Me: Tourtoo. This is amazing. Me: I feel like this is where I'm supposed to say something like "Ah, those are my people, singing the song of my people." Me: And if you could see me, I'd be beaming fondly. Mobius: your people don't know how many days are in a week? Me: Not only that, they argue incessantly about it. Mobius: leg day must be throwing off the math Mobius: nobody likes leg day Me: More like skipping leg day. Me: Exactly.

Me: Wait. Me: This forum thread, is this a real exchange between real people? Me: This isn't some kind of bizarre avant garde performance piece? Me: With some douchey title, like: Me: "Counting The Days: A Progressive Approach to Understanding Space and Time" Me: Okay, poll time: Me: I want your best titles for that forum thread. Go. Mobius: 15 days in two weeks, a treatise on how reps only come in 15s Mobius: phantom of the leg day Mobius: there's no room in my workout schedule for arithmetic Me: A comedy? Me: A Comedy of Iron?

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A sack full of weasels.

Me: You do know that now that no one will ever trust you two quite the same way again though? A fair trade off, I imagine.

Tourtoo: There have already been "sack full of weasels" accusations tossed around.

Me: As you will both recall, I did note that as a positive and desirable trait. A compliment of the highest order.

Me: The _highest_.