Mal ,'Out Of Gas'
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.
Speaking of pizza, I want to go to lunch at Osteria Mozza at some point. It sounds like amazing pizza. But I need to get on the stick and make reservations--I figure DH and I can make it a date.
S and I have been talking for several months about making a similar date for Osteria Mozza.
my first reaction is that a lot of people out there don't know the difference between a compulsion and a neurosis.
Yeah, that struck me too.
I seem to recall from my college Psych class that "neurosis" and "psychosis" have been abandoned as technical terms by psychology people. Or am I thinking of "manic-depressive"?
Also I am so amused to find the pizza discussion still going on.
Pizza is the new muffuletta.
I love it. The judges are librarians and booksellers, and that makes it even sweeter, I think.
That's awesome, Allyson. Congrats!
S and I have been talking for several months about making a similar date for Osteria Mozza.
I was resisting just because Batali can be such an ass, and it does sound like the waiters have a bit of attitude, but it sounds like it's more Silverton's restaurant, and it just sounds so good. Every time I've pried open the wallet to eat at one of the truly amazing restaurants in LA the experience has been, well, truly amazing, esp Lucques and Hatfields.
When I was a kid, I used to obsessively count things like driveways, mailboxes, cars while in the car until I gave myself a headache. I couldn't stop.
As an adult, I sometimes find myself counting words in sentences or song lyrics and making them fit on my five fingers. I make up rules like if the word has 3 letters or less, it can fit on a finger with another word. For some crazy reason, I mentioned this to my dad and found out that he does it, too! Freak family!
Congrats Allyson!
When I little and I was in the car at night, I used to be terrified that the moon was following us as we drove.
Skipping, but:
He had an anuresym. I know that's not spelled right. But he was with friends, who called 911, but it was too late.
My cousin also had an aneurysm in his early 30s. His daughter at the time was two or three. It was shocking and terrible. I'm so sorry for your loss, askye.
When riding in a car on the highway, I feel compelled to imagine a ball bouncing over each telephone/electrical pole in succession. Uneven spacing is a serious problem, as the imagined ball is sort of sluggish. This will go on until I start grinding my teeth and eventually force myself to stop.
Heh. I do this sorta, only bouncing with my tongue, back and forth.