Wrong badass (that was Michael Ironside).
Wrong badass (that was Michael Ironside).
I for one am highly offended by oatmeal. Nasty sticky stuff.
May I suggest you read the first 80-85% of the book, and then burn it? Please trust me, that would be a better experience than reading the whole thing.
Thank you for articulating what I hate about the ending.
Good synopsis, but you omitted the...interesting...fact that in the novel Lady Silence is adjudged by a ship’s doctor to be no more than fifteen years of age (and a virgin, stated to be unusual in her culture) because...male author, I guess.
FYI, any shellfish you saute in a little bacon grease will be ambrosia.
Amazon has many variations on this (at varying prices, of course). I bought one similar to this and it is so great for straining & keeping bacon fat: https://smile.amazon.com/Oggi-7324-Stainless-Removable-Strainer/dp/B00JZO3A1I/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1524320794&sr=8-6&keywords=bacon+fat
Well his father is white, so of course, duh.
But that’s obviously a 1990s computer, so it looks like the prophecy was either wrong or came true 20+ years ago.
I am certain in my mind that I first read of the Voynich Manuscript in a mythos story when I was a kid. It probably wasn’t an actual HPL work; more likely it was from one of his myriad admirers/emulators.
Welll...you could cook the chicken first, and then cut it up after it’s cooked. If you’re a fucking snowflake, that is.
The headline of this piece is very misleading, as it implies that its question will be answered within the piece.
For the last three decades, I have been cooking rice just like pasta: Large pot of salted water. Add rice when water boils. Boil 10-12 minutes. Drain in colander. If you are unsure of done-ness, scoop out a sample and give it the tooth test.
Oh, fuck, don’t let Murphy see this.
I would add Koko and Blue Rose to your list, but Koko might be a generational thing (all that Vietnam stuff).
Um, Steve Jobs is dead.
I’d be extremely interested in a closer look at the “Runaway Bride,” Jennifer Wilbanks, whose story was milked for laughs, but who appeared to have been kept a literal prisoner by her own mother (who arranged the meeting and marriage to Mason) up until her escape:
Rome.
He does not look anything like Matt Lauer. He reminds me more of, like, maybe a mentally-challenged Patrick Stewart.