DOUBLE RAINBOW!!!!?1!!!
Don’t lie, you would have had exactly the same reaction.
Also:
DOUBLE RAINBOW!!!!?1!!!
Don’t lie, you would have had exactly the same reaction.
Also:
I’m only sort of following the California governor’s republican primary race; all I know is that it’s gotten particularly malicious in the last few weeks as Meg Whitman has quickly lost her fifty point lead. I mean, candidates are now accusing each other of being “liberal” and (shock and horror) being approved of by Planned Parenthood! But this… this has to be my favorite attack ad thus far.
Good writing is good because the conflicts are strong and the plots are intriguing. Of course, this means it often has to include stuff that’s not part of the writer’s every day life. And so to learn more about these exciting, obscure, dangerous things, we writers do what every lazy, red-blooded American would, we Google. And this, of course, leads to an interesting cache of searches. For me, these have included:
From talking to other writers, I know I am not alone in my clandestine searches… if I’m not on some sort of government watch list, the Patriot Act is failing us.
This is what a cashew plant looks like. I will never eat a cashew without thinking about this ever again…
I guess I’ve never given much thought to what nut plants look like, choosing instead to focus on how delicious (or not) their products taste. But, whoa, I definitely never pictured the tiny kidney shaped nuts I so enjoy to start their lives as creepy poo-looking appendages to a bell pepper. The rainforest is a weeeeird place.
Like Shake Face photos on speed. Definitely one of the more glamorous elements of the sport…
Thanks, Jeremy.
Queso (cheese) + Tortilla (tortilla) = Quesadilla (deliciously cheesy snack wrapped in a tortilla).
It’s word play! In Spanish!
I don’t know if I should be proud for figuring out a portmanteau in a language I don’t really speak, or ashamed that it took me 26 years of eating Mexican food to come to this realization…
Yesterday started out kind of crappy when I accidentally backed my father’s truck into the garage door and broke it (the door; the truck was fine.) Granted, I am not used to driving such a large vehicle (that’s what she said?) and, per my dad’s instructions, I was focusing on not hitting his motorcycle with the side mirror, but as a person with a decade long clean driving record it was pretty embarrassing and guilt-inducing.*
Luckily my day got better when I found a little joy in the misery of someone else**… a little bit of Christmas Schadenfreude if you will (only the Germans would have a word for such a thing.) As I was driving home I was listening to my weekly podcast of NPR’s Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. When they got to the celebrity “Not My Job” segment I realized that I knew the listener that Star Trek’s Mr. Sulu was playing for, and it was a person that sort of rubs me the wrong way. I have never been so happy to listen to a dorky celebrity fail, and for a “lucky” listener not to get Carl Castle’s voice on their home answering machine.
Maybe this makes me a bad person. Then again… meh.
*Fortunately my dad was able to knock the door back into place so even though it’s still a little bent at least it closes again.
**Okay, so my day skiing at Copper Mountain was also pretty awesome:
Sweet Home, Colorado.
Okay, I get the concept of the Window’s 7 ads: Let’s appeal to average people and show that we listen to our customers (and fixed the abysmal aborted fetus that was Window’s Vista…) But I totally don’t get their billboard ads. One features a woman making a really retarded face as she steps into the traffic, and this one features a guy mid french-fry bite. Is it because average people eat French Fries? I mean, maybe… but why couldn’t it have just been a guy sitting at a table with a plate of fries in front of him? This photo is a remarkably unattractive photo of a moderately attractive guy. I feel that if this photo were tagged of him on Facebook, he would untag himself. So why on earth was this deemed giant-billboard material?
Ergo, my Mac makes me happy.
What should I do with this bear??
I am in the process of trying to get rid of as much stuff as possible in order to make my coming move as easy as possible. I’ve decided to give most of my old stuffed animals (that I’ve been using as decorations so are basically in new condition) to a local charity that provides toys to under privileged kids. This bear was given to me by an ex-boyfriend; his dog chewed off the eyes.
Here’s my conundrum: Since this was given to me by an ex and plays “let me call you sweetheart” when you squeeze it’s paw, I have no real desire to keep this bear. The problem is the bear is eyeless, and therefore won’t be accepted by any charities. And I just can’t bring myself to throw away stuffed animals, especially helpless, blind ones! I realize this is a complex stemming from childhood whereby I considered my toys to have souls… but now I don’t know what to do! Do I keep the bear just because it has special needs? Do I euthanize him by sending him to the dump??? Ack! Help.
What would you do?
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