MHS wrote:It's very disturbing to me that the only thing keeping me from eating my own weight in pistachios is that my thumbs start to hurt from breaking open the shells. I will never, ever, ever buy a package of unshelled pistachios; I would die like the glutton from se7en.
I am addicted to these:
If I open the bag, I will finish the bag. While I would never turn down regular pistachios, the salt and pepper ones are amazing.
If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended
That you have but slumber'd here while these visions did appear
It is almost sacreligeous to think of adding salt and pepper to the perfection of pistachios.
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H.L. Mencken
MHS wrote:It's very disturbing to me that the only thing keeping me from eating my own weight in pistachios is that my thumbs start to hurt from breaking open the shells. I will never, ever, ever buy a package of unshelled pistachios; I would die like the glutton from se7en.
Since the act of removing the shell is shelling, unshelled pistachios have shells, and shelled pistachios don't.
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I am Dyslexic of Borg, prepare to have your ass laminated.
I guess Ray Butts has ate his last pancake. http://steamcommunity.com/id/daehawk
"Has high IQ. Refuses to apply it"
When in doubt, skewer it out...I don't know.
MHS wrote:It's very disturbing to me that the only thing keeping me from eating my own weight in pistachios is that my thumbs start to hurt from breaking open the shells. I will never, ever, ever buy a package of unshelled pistachios; I would die like the glutton from se7en.
Since the act of removing the shell is shelling, unshelled pistachios have shells, and shelled pistachios don't.
But that SOUNDS wrong!
Black Lives Matter. No human is illegal. Women's rights are human rights. Love is love. Science is real. Kindness is everything.
MHS wrote:It's very disturbing to me that the only thing keeping me from eating my own weight in pistachios is that my thumbs start to hurt from breaking open the shells. I will never, ever, ever buy a package of unshelled pistachios; I would die like the glutton from se7en.
Since the act of removing the shell is shelling, unshelled pistachios have shells, and shelled pistachios don't.
Sitting in the waiting room at the adult ADHD place at U of P. a four hour appointment has stretched to five hours and no end in sight, because it's taking my son half an hour to fill out simple questions. Hope that he gets meds for this. Was supposed to be done by one.
To be fair, adolescent power fantasy tripe is way easier to write than absurd existential horror, and every community has got to start somewhere... right?
Unless one loses a precious thing, he will never know its true value. A little light finally scratches the darkness; it lets the exhausted one face his shattered dream and realize his path cannot be walked. Can man live happily without embracing his wounded heart?
Netflix recently updated their XBox Live app to include both a "Netflix" option and a "Netflix for Kids" option. This is awesome, because now my kids can go to the latter and only have kids' shows show up.
However, the main Netflix app still contains all the kids' shows, which means that 95% of the recommendations, genres, and "Because you watched X" lists are for kids' shows. I used to be able to pull up the Netflix app and browse through all kinds of lists for different movie/show genres and recommendations based off of other movies I'd watched. That's nearly impossible now.
Netflix, please fix this. If you're going to make a "Netflix for Kids" version, consider the primary one "Netflix for Adults" and filter all the kids' shows out.
To be fair, adolescent power fantasy tripe is way easier to write than absurd existential horror, and every community has got to start somewhere... right?
Unless one loses a precious thing, he will never know its true value. A little light finally scratches the darkness; it lets the exhausted one face his shattered dream and realize his path cannot be walked. Can man live happily without embracing his wounded heart?
This is my daughter's life. She's a huge Harry Potter fan. She goes to conferences, she went to New York a couple months ago (and was || this close to going to London) to be at JK Rowling book signings and meet her, she was at the Wizarding World of Harry Potter opening and has met most of the cast. So, randomly, when they were in New York for JKR's book signing, she and her other crazy friends ran into Steve Kloves, the screenwriter for HP movies. They recognized him, which apparently surprised him and they had pictures taken, etc. He asked for their addresses to send them signed copies of the pictures, which they received. Well, he just sent them all Christmas presents. Autographed pages out of the script for the last movie.
I want to do a Freaky Friday. Her life is way cooler than mine.
Black Lives Matter. No human is illegal. Women's rights are human rights. Love is love. Science is real. Kindness is everything.
Her life is much cooler than yours because you and Neal have done all the things to allow her to live a life where she can chase these opportunities and live out some of her dreams. Good job.
To be fair, adolescent power fantasy tripe is way easier to write than absurd existential horror, and every community has got to start somewhere... right?
Unless one loses a precious thing, he will never know its true value. A little light finally scratches the darkness; it lets the exhausted one face his shattered dream and realize his path cannot be walked. Can man live happily without embracing his wounded heart?
Isgrimnur wrote:Her life is much cooler than yours because you and Neal have done all the things to allow her to live a life where she can chase these opportunities and live out some of her dreams. Good job.
Totally agree with silverjon about making a great impression.
"Why do people say grow some balls? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding!" - Betty White
silverjon wrote:Second network out(r)age this week.
And, coincidentally, our national system has had 2 outages this week, one being our fault and one being the application people. For a system that been up for years that's a serious blow to our rep.
There was a little baby boy born at a local hospital today at 12:12pm....so he was born at 12 12 12 12 12
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I am Dyslexic of Borg, prepare to have your ass laminated.
I guess Ray Butts has ate his last pancake. http://steamcommunity.com/id/daehawk
"Has high IQ. Refuses to apply it"
When in doubt, skewer it out...I don't know.
silverjon wrote:Second network out(r)age this week.
And, coincidentally, our national system has had 2 outages this week, one being our fault and one being the application people. For a system that been up for years that's a serious blow to our rep.
And we had a location go down this afternoon. Out ISP saw their network as up, out monitoring software said the same. The users had no connectivity, I could not ping the server or the RSA card on it, nor any printers or PC's. I could however ping the router and switch. I could not ping anything from the switch either. Thankfully I am not on the team that gets to fight with that. Hopefully I will get to find out what failed tomorrow though.
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"Isg, set research engines to ludicrous speed!!" -DD*
Daehawk wrote:There was a little baby boy born at a local hospital today at 12:12pm....so he was born at 12 12 12 12 12
Appropriately named 'Apocalypse Myas Jones'. (7 pounds, 8 ounces. Parents Razzmatazz and Hope Eternal-Jones are *so* *proud*, as are Grandparents Jim and Marjorie Smith (nee Smith) and Walter Jones and HaylleyLujah Wagonwheel Harvest Child Innocent (Jane) Myas.
To be fair, adolescent power fantasy tripe is way easier to write than absurd existential horror, and every community has got to start somewhere... right?
Unless one loses a precious thing, he will never know its true value. A little light finally scratches the darkness; it lets the exhausted one face his shattered dream and realize his path cannot be walked. Can man live happily without embracing his wounded heart?
Reemul wrote:Tomato soup for lunch but no bread and butter
Saltines go in tomato soup, heathen.
Goldfish crackers.
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I used to hate all tomato soup but then I learned to appreciate minestrone as certain something with a small kick to suck down while you are eating something else mellow tasting. I think that realization came after I fell in love with Chicken Tortilla Soup which has a strong tomato soup base, rather than a chicken soup base.
Damn it. Now I'm craving. I may have to go out and buy the needed ingredients to make some this weekend.
“As democracy is perfected, the office of president represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” - H.L. Mencken
Damn it. Now I'm craving. I may have to go out and buy the needed ingredients to make some this weekend.
Or just go to Max and Erma's. When I make it, I only know how to make several gallons and that's just too much unless I'm bringing it over to a relatives house.
I wonder if I am yet old enough to where I can start discussing my bowel movements and fool myself into believing it's appropriate and that any other human being could possibly care.
LordMortis wrote:I wonder if I am yet old enough to where I can start discussing my bowel movements and fool myself into believing it's appropriate and that any other human being could possibly care.
If you still have to ask yourself, you're not old enough.
To be fair, adolescent power fantasy tripe is way easier to write than absurd existential horror, and every community has got to start somewhere... right?
Unless one loses a precious thing, he will never know its true value. A little light finally scratches the darkness; it lets the exhausted one face his shattered dream and realize his path cannot be walked. Can man live happily without embracing his wounded heart?
