It was pretty hard to stand there while they gave out all sorts of awards. I've been here six years and I've never received any public recognition for any of the work I've done.
What the hell is it with your work and the salt for your wounds? What a bunch of fuckwads. I realize you've had some good experiences there but I seriously feel nothing but seething hatred towards them for how they've treated you all these years.
And in completely random segues, I've learned that what makes the ramen noodles is the broth. It needs to be that silky, rich pork broth. yum!
I love ramen noodles for the same reason Steph does. I like my food to be fun sometimes.
So who can give me tips about introducing dogs to indoor cats?
I know with babies, one suggestion is to bring home something with the baby's scent first, so the cat/dog can get used to it.
I've never had ramen. I just...the cool kids intimidate me.
Today was productive as well as flattering and scary. Not only did I meet my work deadline and the extra stuff, two posted pictures more than my daily challenge. Plus a treatise on the principle of shipping canonically uninvolved characters with a bonus SPN feature. All this is possible because I slept a decent night's sleep last night. Waking up before midnight with that sinking feeling of alertness is awful. Fingers crossed for another good night...
I also watched a couple episodes of Portlandia. What was their long term plan? I really didn't feel I needed to watch more, even though what I had seen was appropriately pointed and satirical.
Somewhere, my Osakan ex-coworker's heart is making the sound of ultimate suffering. The .99 dried noodles you get in the grocery store are not ramen, you guys.
This is like hearing someone say they don't like Parmagiano-Reggiano because they don't like the stuff in the green can. It's comparing apples to pine needles.
But it says so right on the packaging!
Not that I don't eat ramen, but I'm aware that I'm one culinary step above eating salted cardboard when I do.
Oh, I'm right there with you. I just really like the texture.
But I've never had the real ones! So all I know is I like what's called ramen in the little plastic-wrapped packs.
Seriously, all of you fly to New York right now and I will have Yoshie take you out for real Japanese ramen TONIGHT. Or better yet, let's all fly to Osaka and eat ramen there.
