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?
Gay Marriage is becoming more and more of a ‘thing’. According to some nutjobs, this means we will be able to marry animals and perhaps inanimate objects.
Personally, I would not mind marrying cheese. Mmmm. Soft, supple Brie; dangerously sharp cheddar.
And my books of course. And the cats.
What would you marry?
Hello, dollink. Can’t talk long. Something about the Battle of The Bay. They’ve already looted London Drugs and Holt Renfrew. No, I don’t know why, Holt’s doesn’t even carry Axe body spray!
In any case, never let it be said I left you without your gossip links in a time of crisis. So read and enjoy and tie a yellow ribbon dress around the old oak tree.
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?
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
Way to go, jerk. You’ve killed 369 people in a freak blowtorch incident (sure, you say accident, but you also say Crocs are acceptable footwear, which has lost you all credibility), and now you’re on death row. One perk, though–you do get that delightful last meal. Yes, I suppose you could choose it yourself and have your mom’s fried chicken or this fantastic truffle with truffle sauce, drizzled with truffle oil, that you once had at Eau de Truffle, but in Crasstalk Maximum Security Prison, the rules dictate that you have to rely on the wisdom, taste, and skill of your favorite chef–whose food you may or may not have actually tasted–to make the menu for you.
And so, for today’s Question of the Day: Which chef, celebrity or otherwise, would you entrust with your last meal? Continue reading
Everybody loves a clown. OK, not really, but most of us enjoy someone who can tell a few good jokes. So that’s what we will focus on today. For today’s QOTD let’s bring the funny. Who is your favorite comic/comedian? Continue reading
Last night, I had a dream.
I dreamed I was still living in my parents’ home (horrors!) and that I desperately needed a place to live that was not too expensive. As luck would have it, I heard of a community that was apparantly located near Columbus Circle that boasted vast, beautiful, fully furnished apartments. For cheap!
I moved in, and called the owner because something was leaking. Turns out, the owner was Elton John, and he did all repairs himself. He wore sunglasses and overalls. Continue reading
Today’s question of the day is a tried and true conversation starter. We’ve all been there. Stuck with an outrageous restaurant bill or trying to duck out through the bathroom window. Dating is not for the weak, my friends. Continue reading