Earlier this morning the woman in the cube over was reproaching someone for being the cause of lobster death.
My first thought was the person prepared the lobster wrong and someone died of lobster poisoning.
ION, 20 Most Amazing Coincidences
In Detroit sometime in the 1930s, a young (if incredibly careless) mother must have been eternally grateful to a man named Joseph Figlock. As Figlock was walking down the street, the mother's baby fell from a high window onto Figlock. The baby's fall was broken and both man and baby were unharmed. A stroke of luck on its own, but a year later, the very same baby fell from the very same window onto poor, unsuspecting Joseph Figlock as he was again passing beneath. And again, they both survived the event.
a type of xenophyophore, a single-cell animal the size of a grapefruit that had previously been found only in the deepest part of mid-Atlantic.
Uh, hello? Sloths should not be as big as elephants (still freaking out over here), and single cell should not be bigger than a ping pong ball.
Rubbery is not generally a texture issue for me. Mushy is much worse.
I missed the elephant sized sloth. Will someone link me?
Megatherium, the giant sloth.
Me and fonebone had a talk:
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FWIW, I've been told that the prime predictor of the taste/texture of cephalopod is how fresh it is. I had lunchtime squid tacos in Baja that had been swimming around that morning (it was a fishing village, after all) that were definitely Teh Yum.
This:
Technology is bullshit. The invention of the wheel didn’t make people better. It made assholes go faster.
is hereby my most favorite paperdol-ism EVAH!
Me, too, Aimee! That made me snort my iced coffee.
