I know, right? That woven fabric wristband is going to smell like grated parmesan after a few jogs.
I know, right? That woven fabric wristband is going to smell like grated parmesan after a few jogs.
And even if you do build the muscle, women have higher levels of subcutaneous fat, which means you’re going to be “stealth-jacked”, unless you go through the ‘cut’ and ‘diuretics abuse’ phase most professional models stick to. I’ve been weightlifting on and off for ten years, and I build muscle fairly quickly for a…
So threatened, and yet, so confident.
‘Rumbledethumps’ certainly invokes the dish’s side effects better than ‘tatties and neeps’.
I drink to never forget.
the WALL!
As an anthropologist, allow me to tell you this is objectively rubbish.
I’m a PhD working a contract gig as a technician/instructor. I had to take a year off applying for tenure track positions, as the constant stream of rejection letters was taking its toll.
Good to finally know who the song is about!
Just a heads up, all the Kinja Canadians 100% read that quote in Burton Cummings’ voice
Deep cut.
Hey, could you post a link to that quote? A quick Google search has turned up no sources for this.
Note on Goodsir’s dental examination: rotting teeth wouldn’t have been a very big surprise on a naval vessel in the mid-1800s. I believe he’s meant to have noticed bleeding, swollen gums and loose teeth - one of the early signs of scurvy.
Yep, King William Island is a bit far north. Wendigo (or Witiko where I live) is a part of Cree and Anishinaabe worldview, rather than Inuit
It takes a special kind of fucking person to rig that up, take a step back and say to themselves, “Yup, looks good and completely un-problematic to me”.
Oh man. I spent two years in Kitchener, and every spring I had to bust out my studded shoe covers. The park I cut through to get downtown turned into a glacier of bald ice. I was actually glad to get back to Winnipeg. It may be cold as balls, but at least the snow doesn’t stick to you and the sun comes out once a…
It hasn’t been too bad here this spring. Typical Winnipeg weather. This week, it’s dipped below what we usually get at the end of March, though. Coming on the heels of a big snow, then a melt, it means that you can pretty much curl down the sidewalks. Also, there’s just enough sand free of the ice that a good wind’ll…
Because it wouldn’t be a weather post without the obligatory passive-aggressive Canadian: