Why is it that me and everybody else around here continues to find the stickers that our dairy supplier puts on top of the milk jugs to differentiate the whole milk from the skim endlessly funny simply because the ones on the whole milk jugs say "HOMO ( Read more... )

Ooh! And layering the panna cotta with brandied cranberry sauce? It's a great idea. A great idea! You can even douse it with a light flower water syrup, but a lot of people just don't like it when their desserts taste and smell like rose or neroli, so t'ain't necessary ( Read more... )

Ooooh...Sleater-Kinney show tomorrow at the Showbox. They're playing with Quasi and somebody else.

Yea or nay?

What in the flying...

KEEP YOUR PAWS THE HELL OUT OF MY GODDAMNED TIP JAR!

In what sinister bizarroland would reaching into a worker's tip jar ever be considered appropriate? One in which baristas are hunted for sport? In which barista hair is used to insulate the houses of rich people -- rich people who lounge upon pliant barista-hide ( Read more... )

I'm restless and all that and so I decided to do that thing where you copy and paste the first sentence from the first entry of every month for the year except, I've never done this before, so I did the same for every month. Every month.

( And so. )

"There's your change, and there's some sugar and napkins back there if you need them."
"Thanks, slut."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, 'Thanks a lot.'"
"Er, you're welcome. Have a good one."

I'm very tired this morning, so I could've very well imagined that, and I do have a bite mark on my shoulder, but most people wouldn't notice it unless they were ( Read more... )

Oh, and I may be mean, but I'm not mean to kitties ( Read more... )

M.C. Escher was a graphic artist who was kind of obssessed with this idea of the divison of planes. Yes, you're right, he was also deeply interested in the idea of impossible objects. I couldn't give you a clear explanation as to why -- since we're still doing our reading and whatnot -- but yes, he produced some prints that involved impossible ( Read more... )

"Hey, mocha lady!"
"Pardon me?"
"Yes! You, mocha lady. How do I get to the convention center?"
"Just go out that door, go down the stairs, turn right, and cross the street. You can't miss it."
"Great! Thanks, mocha lady!"
"That's mocha ma-Dame to you, sir. And you're very welcome."
"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, mocha ma'am."

Damned right.

If you read this, please post a completely false, untrue, made-up, and fictional memory of me and you. It can be anything y'want, pleasant or unpleasant, but it's gotta be fake.