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I've got Kurt Russell vs. Scallops in the final, but I can't decide which one of those things I like more.

I'm giving it to Kurt Russell, because while scallops are amazingly delicious things, they can also be disappointing (overcooked or those shitty little bay scallops) and because no Scallop was ever Snake Goddamn Plissken.


One witness told deputies she found it strange that the woman had been pushing the child for an unusually long period of time, possibly since the day before, Richardson said.

When the officers arrived they found the 24-year-old woman still pushing the child in the swing, and they realized immediately that the boy was dead, Richardson said.

The child had no signs of obvious trauma, she said, and had been dead for at least several hours.

Shit gives me some serious heebie-jeebies.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Where I am
« on: April 19, 2015, 09:14:05 pm »
Also, holy shit Coyote. That was amazing.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Where I am
« on: April 19, 2015, 08:54:40 pm »
I was the naked child on the beach in paradise. Then things went sideways with the "family business" and we had to run to the frozen north. Now I'm here.

I was the smart poor kid in a town full of old money who couldn't shut his mouth. I got my ass kicked every day for 7 years until the recession saved me in the form of a doomed economy and we had to run to the glittering jewel by the sound where dreams come true. Now I'm here.

I was the one who decided to carry on the "family business" until my friends started disappearing one by one, victims of the product, the competition, or the law. and I had to flee both the consequences and the weight of my betrayals. Now I'm here.

I was a ghost, wandering from city to city and job to job without ever leaving anything tangible or memorable in my wake. Bouncing in Pontiac. Bartending in LA. Street hustling in St. Paul. Selling power tools in the Sierra Nevadas. I don't even know how it's possible to flee from your own fleeing, but I did. Now I'm here.

I was a businessman, legitimate but still profiting from other peoples' bad habits. I embedded myself in the fabric of a small town, running for office and appearing shirtless in a charity calendar. Oh, and I stole. I stole from myself until I had to flee bankruptcy and failure, as far away as I could get. Now I'm here.

I was a chef bouncing from town to town, island to island, ocean to ocean, using my alchemy as currency both literal and social. I used my talents to see the world, meet famous people, and sleep with beautiful women and for one fleeting moment I thought I had found fulfillment. But the world changed again, or maybe I did, and I became increasingly unable to ignore the fact that I profited from an industry dependent on exploiting the people who make it possible. Things got to the point where the people above me began to punish me for being unwilling to fuck people over because they were poor or brown-skinned. It got so bad that I started having anxiety attacks and occasionally had to leave the building to do breathing exercises so I wouldn't lose my shit and beat my GM to death. I tried to find work in a different industry, but it's tough with 20 years of experience that doesn't really translate to the normal world. Eventually I couldn't wait any longer and I just up and quit.

That was yesterday.

So now I'm here. But I don't know where that is and I don't know where to flee to now.

Discordian Recipes / Re: Cooking with LMNO
« on: March 16, 2015, 07:59:06 am »
I'd just like to note your excellent taste in beer.

Fucking LOVE Allagash Black.

I'll be down that rabbit hole for hours.

Thanks Net!

High Weirdness / Re: The Dyatlov Pass Incident
« on: February 16, 2015, 08:41:11 am »
This has been my favorite "unexplained weird shit" thing for years now.

I love it when I 100% know who one of these is in response to.

This time, I might even know 2. :lulz:

I don't care what anyone says.

I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual.

And then I realized that I read your post COMPLETELY backwards. :lol:

Reading comprehension is my friend, I swear.

It's almost impossible to get Chinese food with MSG in Portland.

It's also almost impossible to get good Chinese food in Portland.


Yes, actually. MSG is found in all sorts of foods naturally. Using it as an additive is just another way of intensifying the flavor of a dish. And AFAIK absolutely zero evidence has been found to support the claims that people make about MSG being bad for you. In fact, every study I've ever heard of on the matter has shown that MSG-related symptoms are completely unreproduceable in a controlled experiment. Basically, the idea that MSG causes side effects is almost certainly hogwash and the idea that adding MSG means the food is crap is, itself, crap.

Is it?

Or is that just what you want us to believe?

I don't think the Johnson Creek Strangler was ever caught.

Just sayin'.

Notice how she never actually specifies which river.

The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Spagbook
« on: December 21, 2014, 08:59:53 am »
I wish my sedentary male friends had such a positive attitude about that.

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