When I was in Prague, t was a source of great amusement to purchase unrecognizable food items at the grocery store and figure them out. It was more frustrating when you knew what you wanted, but the direct translation wasn't the common name for the item.

A friend of mine tells a story about traveling in rural Quebec once, and stopping at a fruit/veggie stand to pick up some corn and potatoes and stuff for their dinner. Proudly dragging out his french and asking for pommes de terres, being greeted with puzzled looks, and finally presented with a bag of bruised up old apples that had fallen from the trees.

I didn't see anything there, though.

For some reason, they seem to be sitting on it.

But, I was on CNN because I heard a rumour (from someone who got it from someone at AP, yay telephone) that Dick Clark had died. I didn't see anything there, though.

Victor reported on that last night, but we haven't seen anything from outside sources yet either.

Alas, I fear there will be green bagels in the cafeteria today.

It's mentioned upthread -- via victor.

see, this is what happens when I actually work the day before, and am forced to skip 300 posts. Everyone says everything first! and then I look silly when I come along all excited

Victor reported on that last night, but we haven't seen anything from outside sources yet either.

Maybe there's a cover-up. The government is rebuilding him right now.

We had soda bread and raisin scones in the lobby yesterday, with lemon curd and devon cream. Much nicer than the usual holiday gimmes.

Robot Dick Clark! Appearing soon on a bandstand near you!

Maybe there's a cover-up. The government is rebuilding him right now.

we have the technology . . .

We had soda bread and raisin scones in the lobby yesterday, with lemon curd and devon cream. Much nicer than the usual holiday gimmes.

gaaahh. I would KILL for a cream tea right now. And look, just in time for elevenses!

Robot Dick Clark! Appearing soon on a bandstand near you!

With MIDI! iPod compatible!