If it weren’t for the lack of hygiene, I’d love to travel to past eras. I’d wander Venetian canals during the Italian Renaissance, walk in the gardens of Babylonia, drink champagne with the 18th century French court, or sit in the front row of the Globe Theater on opening night. Today’s QOTD:
If you had a time machine, where would you be off to?
I don’t know about y’all, but I lived for summer vacation when I was a wee rhino living in northern and central NY. I had endless options; fishing, swimming, exploring the forests, reading under a tree, the possibilities seemed as endless as the summer. Today’s QOTD:
How did you while away your summers as a kid?
As soon as I finished my chicken coop duties, I threw a pair of shorts on over my bathing suit, strapped a fishing pole to my back, grabbed some sandwiches, and took off on my bicycle. I had to be home by dusk. At night I caught fireflies or played Ghost In The Graveyard and Kick the Can until I got called in or couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, whichever came first.
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You need dinner and the only things in the refrigerator are a jar of pickles the neighbor made, a range of completely inoffensive condiments, and something that might have been protein once and now can only be described as chickenporkfish. Today’s QOTD:
What is your emergency supper plan?
Do you go out? Order in? Cook the three-year-old box of Rice-a-Roni in the back of the pantry?
Just drink?
Don’t get enough Angry Birds on your phone? Not enjoying the same functionality from a web-based look-alike? Need a larger screen to see the sweat on the green pigs brow? Well now you can play Angry Birds on your desktop, laptop, any top that has Chrome installed. EDIT: Works great in Firefox, too!
I need to call someone about the hours I’ve already spent lobbing fowl at swine and giggling like a madwoman. Is there an Angry Birds hotline yet? No? There should be.
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The sense of smell is underrated; we take it for granted. Scents can arouse or repulse, trigger memories, or make our stomach rumble. We probably react more in a wholly unconscious way to a smell than we do to things we hear, see, feel, or taste. Today’s QOTD:
What scent causes a strong reaction in you? Continue reading
Quoth Hamlet, “Words, words, words.” Welcome to more word-wielding wonder – more Inky Pinky, plus a new game.
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Well, since last week’s Inky Pinky post went off so well, we thought we’d try a different game this weekend, just to entertain ourselves between cocktails. Despite what you may think, this has nothing to do with jokes about Arnold’s recently discovered progeny.
To a few of you-Chris, Salome, Blix, Naugahyde, and Uncle Billy, among others, this is an old one that we played over a year ago back on Crosstalk. Continue reading
With apologies to Sir Winston “The British Bulldog” Churchill, we have seen them on the beaches, we have seen them on the landing grounds, we have seen them in the fields and in the streets, we have seen them in The Hills.
I refer to nicknames.
Bestowed by family, school friends, coworkers, or enemies; sometimes they stick. Some are obvious. “Flash” for anyone quick. “Tiny” for tall people. “Bluey” for gingers in Australia. As Kara “Starbuck” Thrace might put it, there are many copies. Continue reading
When are you the most alert, the most productive, feel like you can take on the world? Do you wake up bright-eyed and bushy tailed, or do you require a slow build-up to peak efficiency? Today’s QOTD:
The phone rings: it’s the love of your life, the president of your PTA, your Mother. It’s someone with a free pass to make a small imposition and announce themselves or guests on short notice.
If you’re like me, all the laundry is clean and very neatly laid out over the love seat in the living room. All 42 loads. The camping gear is in the kitchen in some stage of being cleaned for the next trip. The stack of catalogs and mail in the entryway has been knocked over and haphazardly restacked yet again. Today’s QOTD:
