Yeah, summer nights that end at 9:30 are fine with me.
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Yeah, summer nights that end at 9:30 are fine with me.
I'm going to get all into the "Seize Back the Day" Leap Day revolution next year. Just a heads up.
It should just be Daylight Saving Time all the time. I have no idea why we set the clocks back. There may be a reason, I just don't know what it is.
Reading about John Wayne Gacy is so incredibly sad and horrifying.
What a fucking evil soul that was.
Watching an interview with him from the '90s, he tries to say it's the parents' (of the victims) fault for their deaths, because if the kids had been watched better by their parents, he wouldn't have gotten a hold of them.
I'm reminded of the song John Wayne Gacy, Jr. by Surfjan Stevens, which really covers the man quite well.
Still not sure if this is serious:
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Stating the Obvious - The Song
Closest explanation I can find:
http://www.bohemian.com/citysound/?p=7181
Is there any "rule" for when you should retract your hand, if you reach out to shake someone's hand and they don't reciprocate?
Had a situation today where I finished a sale with a customer, held out my hand to shake, and...nothing. They knew my hand was out for sure, but they just weren't going to shake, so I felt like kind of a moron holding my hand out there.
I don't know if it was a cultural thing (while not having any accents, they looked to perhaps be East Indian), or a cleaniness/germaphobe thing.
I don't know. The reason doesn't really matter, I don't think.
When someone doesn't immediately reciprocate my handshake I usually then lower my hand to my crotch and do a prolonged slow jerking gesture to make the experience as uncomfortable for them as possible.
This doesn't answer the most important question raised in that song: which seat should she take? Now, I don't wanna get all philosophical on you guys, but I'm pretty sure that's a rather potent metaphor for adolescent indecision. Indeed, the question of what seat to take is one weighing heavily on the mind of every teenager. The seat and all its inherent pressures await these teenagers at every turn. The career seat. The sexuality seat. The drug seat. All incredibly important seats in the car of life.
Grocery stores should sell smaller loaves of bread for us singles. I can't go through a whole loaf of bread fast enough before it starts to go bad. They could probably even charge more for the ounce, like they do for cereal and chips. Profit!
Every time Lasse posts in his native language on Facebook, I'm tempted to pipe in with a faux-xenophobic comment like, "YOU HAVE AMERICAN FRIENDS NOW, SO PLEASE SPEAK AMERICAN," or "ENOUGH WITH YOUR CLICKITY-CLACK LANGUAGE, PLEASE SPEAK AMERICAN!!"
I stick half the loaf in the freezer. Bread freezes very well, just be sure to allow it to defrost on the counter. Don't stick it in the microwave or anything.
Milk kills me. I need, like, a quart + a pint at a time. If I buy a quart, it's gone too fast. If I buy a gallon, it goes bad before I finish it.
I do not have near the patience or foresight required to put loaves of bread in the freezer, though at least a third of a loaf is almost guaranteed to go bad.
I'm still sort of surprised at myself in this kind of scenario: I finish the dish soap, rinse out the bottle and put it in the recyle bin, then take out the spare bottle of dish soap from under the sink, and make a notation on my shopping list to buy another bottle.
Then I stop and think: Holy crap, I'm an adult.
My girlfriend just went to a costume party dressed as Brett from Flight of the Conchords. I love her so much.:lol: