Well ... just watched the space shuttle on its last flight.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
New Orleans is not a town for that kind of thing
My second favorite story from when I did TV news monitoring for New Orleans was when a healthy cooking chef showed up on one of the fluff news daytime shows. The chef was burbling about low-fat milk and lean meats and all that, and the hosts were watching her with growing disbelief. Then the chef said, "And never use butter, use low-fat margarine--or canola spread!" and you could hear the entire crew gasp in horror.
The chef looked startled and one of the hosts said, "But--don't you think you're taking this light cooking thing a little far?"
My favourite Two Fat Ladies ep saw them cooking a venison terrine. They explained that venison is a rather lean meat, so they'd need to do something about it. They encased the entire terrine on all sides in streaky bacon.
I love the Two Fat Ladies. Almost as much as I love streaky bacon!
Love the Two Fat Ladies as well. I miss them and wish that Clarissa would do a show of her own, I'd start watching the Cooking channel again! Clarissa taught me how to make a proper Bubble and Squeak. Yum!
"But--don't you think you're taking this light cooking thing a little far?"
Hell, yes.
One thing I would tell Bourdain if I met him is that he is never going to out-drink, or truly keep up with, a man like Zamir. But he always has to try, because he was a bad-ass at CBGB's or whatever-the-fuck(and, yes, I'm Buffista enough to worry about where I put those hyphens...obvious sign I'm not a bad-ass. I've been typing since I was five, but I still look. I don't know if I need to, or if trying not to, throws off my poor damaged brain, but whatever.
I never had elective space to take typing (drama & Spanish, drama & choir, drama & choir & stagecraft) in high school, which turns out to be a good thing, because when I tried to learn as an adult I discovered that the nerve damage in my right shoulder makes it uncomfortable-verging-on-impossible to hold my right hand/wrist in the correct position. I would have been miserable trying it for an entire semester. So I continue to type one-handed, occasionally using the right hand for shifting, entering, and backspacing. When really flying, I can type 30ish wpm, but I'm not even going to try without looking.
I took typing in Junior High. To this day I can type fast, but that means I have to use the backspace key a lot.
I can also type without looking at the keyboard, but that means I have to use the backspace key a lot.
I took typing the last semester of my senior year in HS. The class was right after my lunch period and I think I only showed up the day before and the day of a test. We had those lovely typewriters that didn't have anything on the keys. For the first month or so, we had a character map that we could prop up in front of us, but after that it was all touch.
My fingers know where the letters are, but if I tried to look as I tyhped, I'd mess up horribly. (That was typed without looking at the keys or the screen and only one error, not too bad).