Sunday, September 26, 2010
The End Of Journalism
WAPO actually devotes ink to where fictional characters from a light entertainment movie made a quarter of a century ago are today. And people wonder why newspapers are dying.
Labels: the end of western civilization
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Morning Spam
Some of these randomly generated pitches are beginning to morph into proto-literature!
Johniea there, sure Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most honey, and all the pet names he could think of; and was for having us four long sweeps at each end, so we also with Kennya to pray for Judus if she took the notion--there thought nothing, only I reckoned they was afraid they had waked up my strawberries, ripe and prime; and green summer grapes, and green where.
Ginaa at the mill, and we'll smouch it, and truck and eight dollars besides. I wish we could have some bad luck like of a mile above it, in the mouth of a crick which was shut in like a hurt time did Admission 50 cents. to the village, or else he will chalk this raft so he can find it again. in the long run. I've tried 'em all, and ther' ain't no better way." The other fellow carpenter; and about Harvey's--which was a dissentering minister; and so by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it, when One day Buck and me was away out in the.
Johniea there, sure Well, I let go all holts then, like I was shot. It was the most honey, and all the pet names he could think of; and was for having us four long sweeps at each end, so we also with Kennya to pray for Judus if she took the notion--there thought nothing, only I reckoned they was afraid they had waked up my strawberries, ripe and prime; and green summer grapes, and green where.
Ginaa at the mill, and we'll smouch it, and truck and eight dollars besides. I wish we could have some bad luck like of a mile above it, in the mouth of a crick which was shut in like a hurt time did Admission 50 cents. to the village, or else he will chalk this raft so he can find it again. in the long run. I've tried 'em all, and ther' ain't no better way." The other fellow carpenter; and about Harvey's--which was a dissentering minister; and so by the big bell, with an old slouch hat hanging on the back of it, when One day Buck and me was away out in the.
So, what noun should follow the final, random article in this piece?
Labels: spam, weird stuff
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Potluck
One of the skills I gained as a young person that I'm rather grateful for, is the ability to cook. We're having spaghetti and meatballs tonight, as it is Talk Like A Pirate Day, (for why we have pasta on Talk Like A Pirate Day, Halloween, and Festivus, see here) and I wanted a side to go with it. We had a zucchini from the farm, a small acorn squash, hot peppers, and tomatos from the garden. I decided to slice the zuchinni, top with the tomatos, peppers, squash, onions and garlic, add Italian seasoning, salt and pepper, and drizzel the entire dish with olive oil. Its now baking in a 325 degree oven, and smells wonderful. I'll top it with some grated parm and serve it with the spaghetti and a nice crusty bread.
Labels: cooking
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Academic and Happy
Froth Slosh B'Gosh is written by a male somewhere between 26-35 years old. The writing style is academic and happy most of the time.
