Way back when, I once wanted to go for Halloween as a Prince song. Raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, pink cashmere coat, peaches and cream, yadda yadda. Then I realised no one I would be partying with would get the joke. I need new friends.

I'm not going to my sister's wedding. She wants to play musical chairs, so everyone has to sit with someone they don't know at some point in the reception. She got up to go speak to someone new during this last one (to get an idea, she said, of how traditionally Hasidic the goings on were). So she missed the Thriller dance and the second line. Serves her right.

Hil, in a Hasidic wedding, is it cheating for the guys to peer through the curtain at the women dancing? People on both sides looked pissed when the inevitable crossovers happened and some guys went over the to the chick side, and some chicks started humping guys on the guy side, but no one seemed to think peeking was against the rules.

Lisah, do the junkie hookers have to notify that cafe chick? Or is the underground economy safe from intellectual-property disputes.

Soup for Sluts Ramen

Apparently, it's a real product. In Japan.

Lisah, do the junkie hookers have to notify that cafe chick? Or is the underground economy safe from intellectual-property disputes.

hey, she just apologized to the city for that!

Apparently, it's a real product. In Japan.

Oh my friend is going to be carrying that at her store. Novelty packaged ramens.

Way back when, I once wanted to go for Halloween as a Prince song. Raspberry beret, diamonds and pearls, pink cashmere coat, peaches and cream, yadda yadda. Then I realised no one I would be partying with would get the joke. I need new friends.

With some sort of cat harness!

And now I need to steal this idea.

Cat harnesses are SO 2010. [link]

Soup for Sluts Ramen

Apparently, it's a real product. In Japan.

Appalling. I could never eat something like that.

Perhaps some pasta puttanesca instead?

Perhaps some pasta puttanesca instead?

Heh. (I had to google to get that.)

This thing from WWII is fucked up. (OK, just one of millions of fucked-up things about WWII...)

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What happens when a fighter pilot amazingly and unexpectedly returns from the dead? Well, in Ensign Minoru Honda’s case, you send him immediately back out to his death..

In September 1942, Honda - of the Imperial Japanese Navy Air Service was forced to make an emergency landing on Kolombangara - one of the Solomon Islands, where:

”..He was approached by a group of curious natives. Honda held up a bag of candy in one hand and a Browning automatic in the other. The natives were friendly, and tended for Honda’s needs until he was rescued”

It seems that, on his return to his unit after ten days missing, Honda was chastised by his superiors. Having been officially written off for dead - and given a rare double posthumous promotion - he was sent on lone long-range combat missions into enemy territory for seven consecutive days - in the hope that he would not return alive.

“Finally, when a senior officer learned of this matter, he was taken off the suicide missions, brought back to ‘life’, and stripped of his double promotion - such an increase in rank for a living enlisted man would have been unprecedented..”

Later in the war, Honda fought in the Philippines, and finally in the defence of Japan. He has been credited with achieving 17 kills.

Honda survived the war.