David @#8 -- thus the 120-degree check.
Even if you think you can't afford a great steak, you might be able to afford a surprisingly good steak. We've been eating tri-tips for a couple of years now and they're surprisingly good. For whatever reason, they're cheap. You won't find them in most grocery stores (and I don't understand that either) but a butcher might have 'em (we get 'em at the local liberal hippie warehouse club).
If Jim McDonald is our Jamie Hyneman I want to see clearer evidence that he's regularly restraining himself from slapping Scalzi skilly.
Darnit. I have a job. Where they expect me to do work. This is not helping.
Something like this shouldn't make me salivate so early in the morning.
Is that why the royalists among the wingnuts got so mad when Michelle touched the queen? Afraid she'd damage the binding?
Honestly I just wanted to point out that I first heard the term 'fimbulwinter' in THE MIGHTY THOR, around issue 350.
Best wishes on a speedy recovery.
Patrick,
You sounded great, and if I am remembering correctly, they ran a bit
of Also Sprach Zarathustra under your last few words, which was a very
nice effect.
If I'd had someone else in the car with me I'm sure I would have been embarrassingly nerdy about it.
About Clarke: I distinctly remember eventually breaking through and masking-taping the binding of his essay collection Report on Planet Three
when I was in 8th grade or so. He was immensely knowledgeable yet never
seemed like he was talking down to the reader -- I got the sense from
his work that he was just as awestruck by the universe as I was.
Seasonal Affective Disorder is the weirdest damned thing.
I have so many happy memories of Christmas as a child, adolescent, young adult, and parent, and yet until the last few years every one of them is wrapped in melancholy. Since starting treatment for my "wintertime brain damage," Christmas has felt all wrong. It is as though I can't properly enjoy the happy parts of Christmas without sucking down the gloomy rage that I associate with it.
And I've only got a mild case. So Abi, sympathies.
I found, when I was in high school, that good top-perfect-bound quadrille paper pads were awesome. They were great in calculus, they were great in science classes, and in every other class I could make cool D&D dungeons when the lecture got too boring. Sadly I don't remember the brand that I liked so much. But I bet they'd be equally good for distraction when I'm in boring lect^H^H^H^Hbusiness meetings now.
The other nerds of my acquaintance tell me I should get a PDA or a smartphone but the truth is that the last time I had one of those devices I spent hours playing minesweeper and solitaire instead of paying attention during business meetings. So I went back to ordinary paper notebooks. Usually cheap crappy high-school-student notebooks. I may have to upgrade.
Now I know what I'm doing during nanowrimo.
Life is weird when the World Socialist Website makes a point that every libertarian I know agrees with.
Dammit people, don't you realize that by discussing this 'rot-13' encryption technology you are violating DMCA? Someone's going to call Sony and then we're all history.
Laurie Mann (a hundred-plus responses too late): Yeah, I go down to the Strip regularly, and I work on Carson Street right now. But I want more. More!
I live in Pittsburgh. We -- okay, I -- would like some immigrants, please. Our population is dropping. And frankly we need more interesting restaurants.
C'mon, FEMA, let's try not to fnck up 2006 like you fncked up 2005. We don't have an infinite supply of these things you know.
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