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*salutes, marches off into sunset*
Jeez, am I the only one who has committed Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure to memory? The pancakes are relevant because of the AMAZING pancake-making breakfast machine in the movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVdqwD_bcPs
Whoever wins the last episode of Last Chance Kitchen comes back in for the finals. This week it was Bev vs. Grayson, though the winner of that battle was not revealed and won’t be until the start of the show next week. More info: http://www.bravotv.com/top-chef/season-9/last-chance-kitchen
He was in a helluva lot of back pain for much of the season. Check out his blog entry for the progressive dinner party challenge on Bravo.
According to a binary translation website, you said “#a”
Even the alien looked like the stupid Cloverfield monster!
Netflix streaming has UK “series” (lorries) 1-4! Series 4 totally went off the rails, but I make no apologies for barking out “TONY STONEM!” the second Nicholas Hoult showed up onscreen in X Men: First Class (or Sex Men: First Ass as we’ve been calling it around here).
The trick I use with mine (not Trader Joe’s brand, though) is: put 1 tbsp of oil in the pan (no heat yet), THEN put all the frozen potstickers in, THEN add 1/3 cup of water. Turn on the heat to medium-high, cover the pan, and let them simmer for about 8 minutes. Then take off the lid, and let the rest of the water cook off, until the bottoms of the potstickers are golden-brown. #cookinggum
Yeah, my boyfriend’s first winter here was a learning experience in that regard. I slammed a few beers before we went out one night, and when he looked at me askance, I explained the concept of a “beer coat.” He then laid claim to the other half of the six-pack.
AND I have to stick up for cats on the affection front. Most cats are very affectionate toward their owners and others with whom they are familiar. Our boys greet us at the door and sleep on the bed nestled between us every night. Granted, some cats are dicks, but that’s another cool thing about cats – they have more individualized personalities, in my experience.
Eh, for all of the work I’ve seen my friends put into their dogs, I figure you might as well just go whole hog and have a kid.
Also, I saw my friend’s dog eat a candle the other day (the most recent in a line of many, according to said friend), and my two cats have never been THAT stupid.
I met her and Butch Vig once (I worked at a music supply store back in the day in Madison, where their home base is). At the time, they were my favorite band, and I told them as much. Shirley was super gracious, and Butch was a TOTAL DICK. I can check experiencing the “Don’t meet your heroes” cliche off my bucket list.
Of course, Shirley once said Wisconsin is like Fargo minus the jokes, so she’s not ENTIRELY nice, either. I do eagerly anticipate the new album, though!
If this guy succeeds, they’ll *almost* match my state: http://www.totaldui.com/news/articles/statistics/wisconsin-felony-dui-study.aspx
Notable excerpt: “Helnes had been convicted of drunk driving five times before that tragic day and had spent a combined total of less than 14 months in jail for all of those offenses.”
Of course, that’s not the record. In researching this comment (shh, this is SO a good use of my time), I started googling with “eighth dwi Wisconsin,” and continued on upward until I found this winner: http://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2010/12/30/wis-man-gets-12-years-for-10th-owi-offense/
At this point, they should just institute a punch(-drunk) card system.
Is it really sleeping? Because I’m pretty sure I see some glowing devil eyes on background cat. (In a good way! I love me some good cat devil eyes.)
Man. I really need some sleep. Y’all are right. Still happened though, on the N line.
My first week living in San Francisco, 2008: bum gets on the Metro. Shortly thereafter, I hear a wet splatting noise. “Gross,” I think to myself, “Someone’s spitting on the Metro.” Then the stench of bile and booze hits me. His puke is all over the floor and entryway. He looks up and announces, “Sorry, folks! Motion sickness!” A woman, while angrily glaring at him, snarls “Or ALCOHOL.” He grins, replies “Yeah, that too!”
I can’t WAIT to move back.
Dude, I refreshed and everything! Arrrrrgh,
Topher just won the internet, everybody. And so did we. Our question was answered first!
Yes, lake-front beaches! To paraphrase Sarah Palin (Palinphrase?), I can see one from my house.
Or Grammer crackers, for that matter.
My boyfriend was born in New Orleans, grew up in San Antonio, moved to San Francisco, then moved to Wisconsin to be with me.
It’s so cute to watch him try to walk around this place.
My boyfriend’s brother is rabid about chemtrails poisoning us. On a related note, in high school he took so much acid at one time that the fire department had to be called to help him off the roof of their parents’ house.
“Ted.” A thousand times, “Ted.”
Jeb, I assume you know the ecstatic joy of Buffy Fashion Roulette: http://msjacks.wordpress.com/tag/buffy-fashion-roulette/
Not to get all Winwood on you guys, but it’s spelled “Susur.”