"Climax" and "Pigs" should not be in the same sentence.
"The emotional climax of Babe had Farmer Hoggett turn and say, 'That'll do, pig.'"
Fred: So you don't worry that it's possible for someone to send out a biological or electronic trigger that effectively overrides your own sense of ideals and values and replaces them with an alternative coercive agenda that reduces you to a mindless meat puppet? Shopkeeper: Wow. People used to think that I was paranoid.
'Time Bomb'
Natter 32 Flavors and Then Some
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
DavidS - Jan 31, 2005 10:15:05 am PST #2521 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Nutty - Jan 31, 2005 10:15:47 am PST #2522 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Looks like you just haven't been exposed to the world of fritters.
And for this I am grateful. I don't even think I know what hush puppies look like. And corn dogs? Let us just say I have a friend from the upper Midwest whose penchant for food-on-sticks we mock mercilessly.
Now Redbones, I can get behind. Even if they no longer serve their drinks in jelly glasses.
Kathy A - Jan 31, 2005 10:16:08 am PST #2523 of 10002
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
Apple fritters are up there with blueberry muffins for breakfast treats. Popovers (which I first encountered at Jordan Pond in Bar Harbor, ME) are great for Sunday brunches (as are Swedish pancakes) and afternoon tea.
Katie M - Jan 31, 2005 10:16:29 am PST #2524 of 10002
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
Also, I think people who play harmony are infinitely better at counting, because they kind of have to be, whereas playing the melody gave me all kinds of horrible habits when it comes to rhythm.
Well, you certainly can't rely on instinct. ("Okay, now you have twelve beats of rest, an eighth note, and then two measures later a couple of completely random quarter notes. Go!")
Though that means it feels really good once the weirdo rhythm finally does make sense. God, I haven't played in an orchestra... it's been a long time. I miss it. Mind you, I suspect I don't even remember how to read music at this point.
Dana - Jan 31, 2005 10:16:53 am PST #2525 of 10002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Oh, god, I have such a craving for hush puppies now. Except I have moral objections to the only place in town that I know has good hush puppies.
beathen - Jan 31, 2005 10:16:56 am PST #2526 of 10002
Sure I went over to the Dark Side, but just to pick up a few things.
Apple fritters? Yummier.
Much better than cherry fritters. t shudder
Pix - Jan 31, 2005 10:18:28 am PST #2527 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
My poor little violin and viola sit sadly in my closet and make whimpering noises now and then. I neglect them horribly, but seven years of not playing regularly after fifteen years of playing constantly...well, basically, I can't handle how badly I suck.
§ ita § - Jan 31, 2005 10:19:05 am PST #2528 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
And for this I am grateful
My life would be a poorer place without apple and saltfish fritters. So I'm on board with diversity being a good enough thing for me to avoid the corn ones on hearsay.
Frankenbuddha - Jan 31, 2005 10:19:19 am PST #2529 of 10002
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Hushpuppies are deep fried cornbread that they usually have worked scallions into. They get served at Redbones with a vinegar dipping sauce (very savory, unlike the corn fritters that get served with maple syrup).
I love popovers too. You never seem to get them anywhere anymore, though.
Steph L. - Jan 31, 2005 10:20:58 am PST #2530 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Yum. Now I want a fritter of any kind, or hushpuppies. And yet I see none in my immediate future. Life is cruel.