These and 15 others send to me by Mr. Big Food’s Dad. Wonder how many Indian Hills there are?
I swear to God, this is the best thing you will read all day. Maybe even all week. The Fine Art of Bullshit Killed by Google Thursday Night in New OrleansApril 1994 The lazy ceiling fan spun in the humid Louisiana night. It was weighted poorly, letting out a loud squeak every fifth revolution. Annoying, but fixing
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“Pardon me, Marica,” Missy began, “Do you have a moment?” “Why certainly, girl,” Marica replied, “What’s up?” “Ruff?” Rocky asked. “What are your thoughts on in me-dI-us rez?” “Ruff?!?” Rocky scoffed. “What?” “Me-dI-us rez. Surely you know that term, Marica,” Missy answered. “It’s a literary devise meaning ‘to being in the middle of things’.” “Ruffruffruff,”
A while back, Mr. Big Food forwarded to me an email he’d received from Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory Press. “For ‘Phen?” Mr. Big Food queried, “He needs to add some cell biology to his current educational regime.” I couldn’t agree more. I am not kidding– and this has been independently confirmed in the flesh by
Long time and faithful reader SueK has posted her 200th comment! Thank you SueK! In other news, her birthday is this week (but she’s not 200).
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But then again, as I said yesterday, tinkering with the guts of WordPress is not among my many talents. I can dissect a rat, but I cannot figure out why posts and comments are disappearing. I can grow celery, but I cannot figure out why some browsers show a post as soon as I post
Who the hell are you, anyway? So I guess WordPress has issues. These are just three of the dozen or so “likes” Bigfoodetc has gotten on random posts that I am quite certain– and admittedly based solely on their looks– do not interest the Likers. Elle, bottom pic, thought “Our life’s succeeding stages” was pretty awesome. She’s
I’ve just been informed that the pumpkin pie is not done. Ten more minutes or so. And then the crust for the cherry cheese pie will go into the oven. Have I mentioned Pie Brunch™? This is a truly excellent idea thunk up by some smart friends of ours. As you know, copious amounts of
Yesterday afternoon “Mom? Mom?” “Yes?” “I’ve decided to bake something, too. Can I use a butter from the freezer?” “Of course!” ~~ “Mom? Mom? Do we have any pear brandy?” “No, I don’t think so.” “Are you going to town?” “Yes.” “Are you going to the liquor store?” “Yes.” “Could you get some pear brandy?
And by far THE best…
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Augh. My first problem is, of course, what’s the point of point four? Really. What does four tenths of one percent contribute to ninety percent– especially when we’re talking about probability? Ninety out of one hundred scenarios predict this outcome. 900 out of 1000 vs. 904 out of 1000? So what? And then I was
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A sheet of menu cards I’d like to draw your attention to a few things. First, appreciate how accommodating Mr. Big Food is with respect to menu planning. Something for everyone. ABCVegVGF. We had to make a separate stop in our Tuesday is tailgate shopping day to get GF bread. [No sides are listed b/c
The Lockhorns: “What’s the Garbage Doing on the Stove?” by Bill Hoest (King Features Syndicate, 1975). From that infallible source which quotes comics historian Don Markstein: [The comic strip] focused just on the couple themselves—no children, no next-door neighbors, no boss, etc., except to the extent others were occasionally needed as props. The entire raison d’etre of the
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