semi-mathematician, i guess: @avclub-c4e954b93dc03b0f846db4051a1e6d25:disqus is right. a closer estimate to "between 0 and 1" would be "0.083."
semi-mathematician, i guess: @avclub-c4e954b93dc03b0f846db4051a1e6d25:disqus is right. a closer estimate to "between 0 and 1" would be "0.083."
this is easy and tasty: get a couple of cans of green beans, some potatoes, and a package of polish sausage. cut the potatoes into 1/2" cubes (or whatever), and cut the sausage into 1/2" thick medallions. dump all of that into a pot and boil it for a while until the potatoes are soft. add some salt or whatever if…
sean o'neal is a national treasure.
i thought Col Sanders wore white, and was already dead
well, you're a dick!
aaron: "rachel, this is my code, but…"
rachel: "'but' what, aaron? i need to avenge danny."
aaron: "…but this code is written in FORTRAN and mine was in MATLAB! someone wrote the code in an equally useless format years before i invented it!"
rachel: "you mean…"
aaron: "exactly! time hackers!"
i think the "indian" guy was actually from india. or maybe it was a chinese guy with a beard and extendable arms. either way, the master of the flying guillotine (a "vicious bastard") had some good theme music.
NOVEMBER RAIN
there was no question. the interviewer simply made a statement directed at the Deaner. it would have been illogical for me to use an interrogative statement. pop-culture references need not be locked in stone.
Pat Sajak is kind of a jerk, too. the difference is that Trebek seems to actively dislike the contestants while Sajak seems tired of living in general and doesn't bother paying attention to the contestants; "It says here that you're married." "No, Pat, my husband died last week." "Oops. Must have misread that one. …
…always parodied that one as "i came in yer daughter"
did he have time for farmer's daughters?
as i recently read somewhere, a famous guy can be quoted as having said: "Well, you're a dick!"
it's the best Motorhead song that Motorhead didn't write.
Later on, when we were under the covers,
I closed my eyes, then I drifted to sleep.
I dreamt about me maybe throwing a party, and just how great that would be.
Would you say that to Tom Petty?
WELL, YOU DICKED ME OVER, BUT NOW YOU'LL PAY! YOU FUCKED UP! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH
"inchoate." nice.
don't say internet acronyms out loud. period.
if no one else wants to, i'd be willing to step up. you know, for the team.