Reminds me of Mitch Hedberg:
I have a cheese-shredder at home, which is its positive name. They don't call it by its negative name, which is sponge-ruiner.
'Safe'
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
Reminds me of Mitch Hedberg:
I have a cheese-shredder at home, which is its positive name. They don't call it by its negative name, which is sponge-ruiner.
That's why you let other people do the work for you.I used to do this all of the time.
Now I just buy grated.Now I do this.
I can also use the food processor but there is still sharpness involved and sharpness leads to bleeding even when I am being very very careful.
Right now I have a finger with a mystery notch out of it and I have no idea how it got there. The only grated cheese in my recent past has been handed to me at the taco shop window which makes it much safer. For my fingers if not my arteries.
I got a rock!
Is it a big rock? Did you tell all your friends?
All this painful hand-grating talk reminds me why I'm a heathen and buy pre-shredded cheese.
I've never met anyone at a fan event who has babbled except in charming, ego-boosting fashion. And never do they strike one as idiots. Ever.
But then he's never met me. (signed) Ned Seagoon
Hey, I'm writing a whole movie about throwing rocks! And I pray it gets made and that it's as unpopular around here as "Serenity." Which, by the way, I went and saw again last night at a regular theater and there were no people in Glendale with knit caps singing the Ballad Of Jayne.
I mean, there were people in knit caps. But they were just shooting each other.
With rocks? Or skittles? There were a lot of free range skittles (or maybe m&ms. But they sounded bouncier) at my theater.
Milk duds would cause greater injury (or insult) than junior mints, I think.
HEY! Glendale's not that bad.
I didn't mean in the theater, just Glendale in general.
These were old women in knit caps with paint ball guns. No, Glendale's not bad. But it is odd.