Mmmmmmm, custard.
In other news, does anyone know of any reason not to use ING for CDs and such? I'm thinking of putting some money into CDs, and they seem to have some of the better rates. But I'm a little bank-shy these days. Not quite "shove it under a mattress" level shy. But concerned.
The history of the boombox: [link]
Lot's of pictures of early boomboxes and shots from movies featuring them....
Again, Barry Gordy's The Last Dragon graces us with another portable-- this one suffers a sad fate. One facet of the mid-80s that we fail to recall is that when youths felt the need to breakdance, they would drop a radio and start doing it regardless of time or place, like in this movie theater. The dance session is cut short as one angry moviegoer applied some street justice, ending the life of this helpless boombox.
I like ING and use them myself.
If ING is FDIC-insured, you should be good.
Thanks, Jesse. [ETA: And thanks, flea.] It's sort of between ING and HSBC right now. Mostly because those are two that I've heard of. (Advertising money well spent, I guess. Go them.) But ING seems to have some sort of New Zealand fund freeze issue, and HSBC's Chairman is apparently a priest. Which isn't bad per se, but does make me go, "Bwuh?"
I have had good (non-banking) experiences with the US ING folks, although have seen some other international issues...
Chipmunk in da house.
I just cleaned those floors.
Heard the cat coming and knew, just
knew,
that she was bearing gifts. Didn't get to the window in time.
Mon (or ma) clafoutis smells very custardy.
Mon.
And it's puffing at the edges of the pan.
I was going to say this is normal, but then I see you figured it out.
It tastes good! It deflated substantially as it cooled. I don't think I used quite enough fruit, and I feel a little guilty eating what's basically a custard. Though not guilty enough to top eating it.
Eggs. Wheat. Milk. It's good for you! Plus, fruit!
I want to have coffee with Liese's parents. Mmm.
Speaking of coffee, I should go to Peets on my way to pick up Franny and get some for the house, plus that complimentary cup they like to give me.
This dude forgot the first (and second) rule: [link]
Mr. Shaw had bragged to friends that he was responsible for the bombing, Mr. Kelly said, and had started an underground fight club modeled on the one in the 1999 film, which was directed by David Fincher and starred Brad Pitt and Edward Norton and was based on a novel by Chuck Palahniuk.