As far as I know, Sambal Oelek is not intended as a dipping sauce, and I’ve never seen or heard of anyone using it that way before now.
As far as I know, Sambal Oelek is not intended as a dipping sauce, and I’ve never seen or heard of anyone using it that way before now.
Nope.
Y’all keep saying “it’ll be rural vs. urban” or “Coastal vs. Middle America” and all of that is bullshit.
Just so you are aware, I am stealing this.
You mean...like they’ve already been doing for years, and keep doing more and more often as time goes on?
Get out of Austin NOW!
If you are thinking 19th/20th Century warfare, you are thinking about it wrong. You need to think more about insurgents, terrorist strikes, enclaves, guerrillas in hiding, etc.
They could be five million strong, nationwide, networked, trained for combat and unanimous in their views and their willingness to go to war*—and they’d still not amount to much more than a fart in a hurricane.
Nixon was never impeached. Although Congress did vote to impeach, Nixon resigned before any action could be taken.
Castro. Or whatsishame, the gay dude.
God knows I’m not the most sensible person ever born, and God knows I’ve done seriously stupid shit in the name of love/lust; but jeeezus. “Hang in there”? What you hanging by, honey?
No way. No way does any film producer go along with portraying...that scene I know both of us immediately thought of upon reading this article.
Oh, it is. It’s the best work she’s done in some time (I enjoyed the Oryx & Crake series, but The Testaments is better).
“A truly beautiful period aesthetic”? What, showing the ass-ends of a bunch of old cars?
Massive Ordinance Air Blasts (MOAB, also nicknamed “Mother of All Bombs”)
Don’t be silly--their tailors never get paid!
The House on Haunted Hill is a delightful old William Castle joint starring Vincent Price. If you know William Castle I don’t need to describe it further.
alabastress
Dan Simmons is not that great. I tried two of his other novels after reading The Terror and they both sucked ass.
I quit after reading his review of Van Helsing (remember that exploding turd of a film?) because every word was so obviously bought and paid for—and Knowles still had to struggle to put a good light on the thing.