Instruments. I don’t currently have a pet, but it would definitely be something like: Purse (which always has my wallet, keys, etc. inside), [pet], phone, computer, charger, passport, handful of clothes, guitar, ukulele, go go go.
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“The Breathing Method” is one of my very favorite King stories.
You don’t have to get snippy just because you forgot about refrigerators for a minute.
Um? As a former waiter who spent a lot of her sidework time cutting lemons, they’re usually.. cut... on cutting boards.
Dammit, I’m at work and you gave me a Fringe craving.
“What kind of monster would you have to be to not only sexually abuse but to FILM IT for OTHER monster people to consume???”
“Starz, a channel that I only associate with the time-traveling bodice-ripper Outlander...”
Any chance you can link me to this report? It’s relevant to my work life.
Waco is such a fascinating episode of American history. It was an insanely complex situation with a batshit cult and A LOT of weapons at the center. I’m actually really excited for this.
OH MAN I LOVE PODCASTS. I have what amounts to a podcast problem.
1. The first one I remember using — and the one my mother very kindly gave me from her own shelf when I moved out on my own — is The Joy of Cooking, 1974 edition. No other edition comes close. Why was 1974 such a good year? I don’t know. But it was brilliant.
I found him largely charming.
No, Marilyn. As fucked up as it is, the Columbine shootings helped MAKE your career. Alcoholism and drug addiction destroyed it.
It is a known fact that a capful of vanilla extract is the correct amount for a perfect banana milkshake.
At Labor Day cookouts, no one remembers to bring desserts. So I made the blueberry cornmeal cake (which you then cut into bite-size squares) from the Smitten Kitchen Cookbook and became everyone’s favorite person at the party.
Clueless idiot would be right. GOAT = “Greatest Of All Time”
We ate the fruit cocktail in water, not syrup, ALL THE TIME when I was a kid (for dessert, typically straight out of the can) and I *love* the texture of those grapes. Also the cherries. Holy shit, those cherries. My sister and I would fight over them.
Well it’s past edit time, so I’ll let your spelling nitpick fill in for an edit.
Rachel Dolezal lied about being black in order to gain a cultural cache that only exists in the mind of incredibly privileged white people without any understanding of, deference to, or respect for actual black people. She’s, like, the ubermensch of cultural appropriation.