I'm going to have
Chicken parmigiana
bow tie pasta w/ artichoke hearts
Mixed green salad
Focaccia bread
(It's free lunch day)
Say! look at you! You look just like me! We're very pretty.
Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
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.
Lee - Jul 30, 2007 9:18:50 am PDT #1025 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2007 9:19:06 am PDT #1026 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
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.
Dana - Jul 30, 2007 9:19:12 am PDT #1027 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
Rubbery is not generally a texture issue for me. Mushy is much worse.
Lee - Jul 30, 2007 9:20:17 am PDT #1028 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I missed the elephant sized sloth. Will someone link me?
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2007 9:34:54 am PDT #1029 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Megatherium, the giant sloth.
Allyson - Jul 30, 2007 9:36:00 am PDT #1030 of 10001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Theodosia - Jul 30, 2007 9:37:51 am PDT #1031 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
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.
Aims - Jul 30, 2007 9:39:47 am PDT #1032 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.
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!
ChiKat - Jul 30, 2007 9:43:04 am PDT #1033 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Me, too, Aimee! That made me snort my iced coffee.
tommyrot - Jul 30, 2007 9:50:22 am PDT #1034 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Randomly,
The Meux and Company Brewery, located on Tottenham Court Road in central London, had one of the largest beer vats in the city. The 20 foot high container could hold 3,555 barrels (511,920 liters) of beer and was held together by 29 strong metal hoops. Several other large vats were also housed in the same building. The ale had been fermenting there for almost ten months, but the containers were very old and starting to show signs of fatigue.
On October 16, 1814 the metal hoops that held the big vat together snapped and beer exploded in every direction, causing all the other vats in the building to rupture. A total of 8,500 barrels (1,224,000 liters) of beer smashed through the brick wall of the building and out into the crowded slum area of St. Giles. The sea of beer ran through the streets, flooded basements, and demolished two homes. The wave collapsed a wall in the nearby Tavistock Arms pub and buried a barmaid for three hours. In one home, the beer busted in and drowned a mother and her three-year-old son. A total of eight people were killed, seven due to drowning and one due to alcohol poisoning.
People quickly waded into the flooded areas and tried to save all the free beer they could. Some scooped it up in pots while others lapped it up in their hands. Chaos ensued at the local hospital when the smell of the beer-soaked survivors quickly filled the building. Other patients, convinced there was a party and that beer was being served, rose from their beds and demanded pints of their own.