On my way to St Hives I met a man with seven Hives...

[Dannyalcatraz]

I've lost over 12 pounds in the past three weeks and brought my blood sugar from over 400 to about 150 on a regular rate.

Sounds like you're doing pretty good, there!

Are you on a special diet, like South Beach? My mom's a diabetic and it worked pretty well for her.

but there are days I would kill (okay- no exaggerating allowed... seriously injure) someone for a pepporoni pizza with onion. sigh.... I'm drooling. (no really I am!)

I hear ya! I'm on a restricted diet due to my extreme hypertension- the worst in my former primary care MD's 40+ year career.

My take on it is this: its OK to cheat on occasion as long as "on occasion" doesn't become "every other day." You might also look into alternative foods that push some of the same buttons. For me, a fan of Pepperoni/Mushroom pizzas, Mushroom/Onion became my go-to substitute. I have my fave a couple times a year, usually in a quality pizzaria (why waste time with so-so pie?) and by the slice.

 

[Scott DeWar]

A DiGiorno garlic bread pizza is good for 3 meals for me. The sammiches i eat are madee with whole grain breads and i use mustard instead of Mayo when abvailable. other wise pizza is like a ribeye steak for me: a rareity.

 

[Dannyalcatraz]

A mayo substitute I've been using on occasion comes from Mediterranean cuisine.

They take raw garlic and purée it with vegetable oil- NOT olive- slowly with a bit of pepper, salt and whatever seasonings you may prefer. Awesome stuff- tasty, tangy...does give you garlic breath though.

 

[jonesy]

'This little box contains the thing you most desire.'
'Not likely. It's not big enough.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes.'
'How sure?'
'What exactly are you proposing?'
'Open it, and look inside. If I told it true, everything you own belongs to me.'
'Except the thing I most desire?'
'Except it.'
'Deal. Give me the box.'
'Hah! Here. Take it! It always contains what people desire!'
'Too bad for you.'
'What?'
'What I most desire, is everything.' said the man who now was King of All. And he opened the box, and jumped inside.

And the other found himself standing in the middle of nothing at all. And within the box, nothing left.

 

[jonesy]

This lonely haiku
is the best poem in the world.
The wind told it so.

The haiku above
flies through the wind built of lies.
It means not a thing.

The two before this
now a war between haiku
like cherry blossoms.

Cherry blossoms, eh?
What are you on about, Jack?
Just add some weather.

Now give me a rhyme
and go play the fool elsewhere.
It's in English so the numbers don't matter.
I don't understand poems.
But that's okay.
Neither do I.
It's a crime.

 

[jonesy]

How many D&D players does it take to screw in a light bulb?

 

[Relique du Madde]

!?! Subway Sandwiches are now the world's most prolific fast food restaurant!

 

[jonesy]

'Would you call me mad if I said that I love all that is human?'
'All of it?'
'Yes.'
'Even the man who called you rude things at the bazaar?'
'Absolutely.'
'The little children who threw rocks at you?'
'Oh, yes.'
'Your mother?'
'What's wrong with my mother?'
'Oh. Umm. Nothing, I guess. The Grand Vizier who wants to be Caliph instead of the Caliph?'
'Him, especially.'
'But you are the Caliph! In disguise, certainly, but still the thing itself.'
'But he's my number one friend.'
'Only until he gets rid of you.'
'Then let's make sure that won't happen. N'est-ce pas?'
'What ever you say, Caliph.'
'Now, tell me a story.'
'There once was a woman for whom there were no mysteries. The End.'

 

[jonesy]

Today, I am me.
Yesterday, not so much.
Yesterday I was someone else.
That's what they told me.
"You're not being yourself."
But how would I know that, if I really wasn't?
Who would I know? The thing, or the thing itself, or a thing pretending?

But today,
today they told me I was me again.
Who am me?
And who are they?
Maybe it's them who are them today.
Maybe yesterday they weren't them.
And they just thought it was me who wasn't.

I'm taking a picture.
Tomorrow, I'll look at the picture.
And I'll show it to them, and I'll ask "Is this me? Or someone else?"
And then I'll know.
Unless,
I'm someone else.

 

[jonesy]

Look into my eyes and tell me how lovely they are.
Take my hand in yours.
Will you follow me?
Wherever I'll go?
I'll fly your flag.
It will be empty.
No cause is noble enough.
For you the armies of Evil will fall by my hand.
For you the armies of Good will become, and begin, and march.
And your flag shall fly from every castle, every home, every window.
And it will never end.
This is the first day.
There won't be a last.
And they'll call you by your name.

The Hivemind.