I have easily gotten the best fried chicken results with her methods (I’m going to try Darnell Reed’s recipe next).  275° F really works.  Not soggy or greasy at all -- but as with Darnell’s recipe, the oil temperature is critical.

They ruined langoustine for the rest of us by making them “mini-fucking-lobsters”. FU!

I can’t find them anymore. My FISHMONGER couldn’t find them anymore. I can get finnan haddie more easily than fucking langoustine. I used to eat langoustine grinders in Hartford, CT all the time.  Now, not so much.

My 2005 WRX made it to 225K miles before I sold it and a kid down the road drove it for many miles afterwards. Dealership maintenance. They were honest as the days is long. Long Subaru, Webster, Massachusetts.

Hats off!

The recovery crew on the carrier said, “It smelled like a latrine.”

GQP state being assholes about their abysmal safety regulations.

The federal government needs to decide that certain states can’t regulate themselves.

A floating laboratory would be the only other place in the solar system where you could walk outside only wearing an oxygen mask. The temperature and the pressure (hell, even the gravity) are very close to Earth normal.

Mars, not so much.

• Why is Obama suddenly an AI expert? The last American president who could string a coherent sentence together, Barack Obama, seems to have stepped back into the limelight to reinvent himself as some sort of “AI czar.” Uh, why? I’m always down to hear Obama’s well-spoken perspectives on things but I’m at somewhat of a…

Sub-100 IQs vote to work against their best interest.  Huh.

OMG! My mom would make them in an electric frying pan with sliced potatoes and onions. You almost couldn’t cut them.

Then I moved out and made them myself. I really enjoy pork chops that do not resemble Naugahyde.

What they wound up with was an excursion in high camp that outlasted Live Aid, existing on its own astral plane, where two of the greatest rock stars mug and mince as they play-act nostalgia for a past neither would choose to revisit.

Pickle is the new bacon.

Yes, that’s correct.  I was conflating it with a round trip, which requires a long wait for the next optimal alignment.

So, not a commercial flight?  Oh, how bad, you naughty little dicks!

Texas is created on the notion that a state that relies solely on the extraction of oily crap would be any good.

No, it isn’t. Not even close. Lie away, asshole.

The precedent is that https://law.justia.com/cases/federal/appellate-courts/F3/197/1284/546424/

Yes, and the calculations were definitely naïve, but on the right order of magnitude. Even a relatively low constant acceleration adds up quickly.

This.

in which it takes roughly only a month to get to the Red Planet safely

“Goo Goo Muck” by Ronnie Cook and the Gaylads (1962) as covered by The Cramps (1981).