Undercooked is better than overcooked, for brownies, right?
I prefer my brownies squidgy, so yes.
One day I too will have cranky bloomers. If I can ever get myself off my unlabeled but cranky and pants-covered thing and find the base.
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.
Undercooked is better than overcooked, for brownies, right?
I prefer my brownies squidgy, so yes.
One day I too will have cranky bloomers. If I can ever get myself off my unlabeled but cranky and pants-covered thing and find the base.
I rated 363 words per minute, about the same as an 11th grader. Bear in mind, this is at the end of a long workday in which I have been squinting at edits on this same computer screen.
I took the reading test several times out of curiosity because the reading samples vary. For HG Wells, I was around 500 words a minute and for Alice in Wonderland and Wizard of Oz, I was almost 1200. So I think the results vary dramatically whether or not it's familiar text to you and whether the style is simple narrative or has lots of dialogue (the HG Wells had dialogue, and that is trickier for me to read).
I had 600 words per minute, 140% faster than the national average.
I just saw a link to this and I had to share it with you guys -
A Fisherman's Language is an autobiography by James Arruda Henry who learned to read and write when he was inhis mid 90s! He's 98! He wrote a book!
[link] is a blog about him and he's even gone to schools to share his story.
I'm going to be on a Delta flight tomorrow, and I'm going to be so disappointed if this doesn't happen:
I was 50% higher than national average, but I am on my netbook, so I had to scroll.
I'm going to be on a Delta flight tomorrow, and I'm going to be so disappointed if this doesn't happen:
Hmmm, I don't know. Based on my limited experience of the species in question, they are extremely cute but also smelly as hell. Possibly smellier than hell; it's entirely possible that God never needed an army of angels to defeat Lucifer and his army, just an army of that species trotting around looking adorable and stinking at them.
OMG, the day spent imitating my manager just about killed me. And I have to do it again Monday.
What's really cute is that my boss is clearly using me as a manager substitute for shooting the shit, too. So whole long convo about alcohol and caffeine, after the developer workload and implementation deadlines.
Man, I wish that vendor would send the NDA back to me, stat. I can't believe I got in the middle of a legal conversation. Talk about outside my wheelhouse. Sheeyit.
I'm going to be on a Delta flight tomorrow, and I'm going to be so disappointed if this doesn't happen
That would make listening to the "smoking is not allowed" lady with her no-no finger waving totally worth it. Especially if I was stuffed up and couldn't smell the cute things.