Sorry… you guys are impressed too easily. Not even close to Nirvana’s version.
Sorry… you guys are impressed too easily. Not even close to Nirvana’s version.
Ever wonder what’s inside of you? Literally pounds of feces, for one… then pus… phlegm… urine… bile… ear wax… saliva… lymph… acid that can dissolve small bones… and more bacteria, fungi, and viruses than your own cells. Never had a problem with that, until I mentioned it, I’m guessing. Go back to enjoying your kombucha. XD
A motorcycle tech since the ’90s… got into that trade because I naively thought I’d be joining a society of craftsman… yeah, right. In Japan, maybe. Even not including the kind of tech that shows up for work at a car dealership… some things I’ve seen fellow (and senior) powersports techs do to meet flat rate, to customer vehicles… will seriously make you want to work on your own sh*t.
Happened while I lived near Arlington National Cemetery… The building was a barracks on Ft. Myer, which abuts the cemetery. I lived on the ground floor with a window view of the headstones, which in Fall got muy spooky as fireflies would float around them. :o Got used to living there pretty easily though… until about six months before leaving the military… I’d been assigned to that room, which was a two-man room, for the better part of three years and had never been without a roommate, until about 90 days before this all happened. Suddenly I’d been alone in barracks — rare when I was in — for months. Ecstatic, and was digging the peace and quiet and no earplugs. :P I’d just gotten off a shift and was keen to get some hobby stuff in, then crash. Showered and shut out that sickly yellow strobing mercury lamps the mil loved to put everywhere, with some foil curtains… though a hole let a little slit of light in, just enough to make out shapes (or if my prankster ex-roommate had the room key as the CQ (charge of quarters, like a guard duty for barracks) that night). Was ready to go lights-out, so lay under covers, drifting off… Was in that twilight between sleep and wake, when I felt a draft on my right side, closest to the door. Before I could process what was going on, I felt it… A hand — a big one, with calloused, rough skin, had grabbed the skin and meat just below my rib cage, and pulled — hard. I nearly fell out of bed before reacting, thrashing and panicking. Then there I was, standing in a pile of sheet in skivvies in the dark, my dilated pupils desperately scanning the barely-visible shadows of furniture for some cause. I leaped to the door and slammed on the light switch… At first, I was PISSED — thought it was my ex-roommate, who was already *this* close to blows for his prior shens. But the door was still locked, and there were no scuffs on the wax from a person beating feet to get out the room. I don’t remember the hallway light from an open door, either. Searched the room, no one there but me. I looked down at my side… it still had that skin-pain from being scraped and pinched at the same time? Three big fingertip welts and a thumb one, which became a bruise — and this was a left hand much bigger and broader than my own, so it wasn’t self-induced (how do you pull yourself out of bed with your own left hand on the right side???). So what the hell grabbed me, and why? I’ll never know, as it never returned, and I was out of the mil 180 days later.
No effect. Looked at Reddit’s tryp page many, many times… still don’t get why so many are weirded out by clustered holes. I a:/ Neat fact for trypophobes: your bones are loaded with these holes, including your facial and cranial bones… and they’re filled with blood, mucus, or sometimes even pus. Also, google lung tissue and liver tissue images… they’re full of holes too… Bon appetit!
I RESENT YOUR OMISSION OF CHIPOTLE. THAT IS ALL.
It’s interesting that Anno Hideaki had become a recluse, retreating into a shell… and upon finally coming out of it, created this anime. Absolutely amazing, one of the few anime (Cowboy Bebop, and the Mamoru Oshii’s Ghost In The Shell movie are two of the others) that made the ’90s so famous for quality storytelling before the rot of moe and crap production values (no doubt due to the growing money in game-related anime) took over. Glad I was of age to enjoy anime back then. :)
That Jaguar isn’t the C-X16. It’s the F-Type Coupe. Figures the only one I got wrong was a British roadster… never could get into those (unless it had a V8 like an AC Ace or Sunbeam Tiger). ;)
German Mittelscharfer Senf is superior to Colman’s. Maybe except when it comes to eating sashimi. Next… And yes, I’ve lived in Germany, and was raised in HI. ;)
Nothing like being the nail that sticks up, with the Pope holding the hammer. :/
Nah. We’re just very good at making shit up when we want to obsess over something that we’re interested in. What we think about most, ends up in long-term memory. Parallel universes? C’mon…
Cosby has fallen a long ways since his heyday in the 80s. Went to see a seminar concert of his (lame and embarrassing), and have seen his cringe-inducing behavior on Fallon twice. His bitterness has crossed the halfway line, and he’s not funny anymore as a result… sadly, even when he tries. I think Buress nailed it.
It is indeed the work of a hack… kidding me with all this anal fetishism?
Oh it will… XD
Those are for a pair of them. So $25K each… not at all bad for people who’re used to $25K handbags and castles on Lake Como… For me though, that’s a Mazda 3S hatchback.
38! Not bad for someone many years out of college. Helps that science news’s been a daily read pretty much everyday since, though.
Now do them to actual music you can twerk to (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik? Really?).
Word. These people would be maimed. :P
Eat less bananas, eat more garlic. Boom.
All of those dropped buckets made my neck go out. DX Some of those poor challengers got knocked unconscious, even… did no one do a test drop first? Sheez…
I love the UK — the cultures, contributions to ours, and the many other influences. But every tweeter in this post is a c*nt of the highest, foetus-eating order. XD
Uh, if the paying customers all order Fraps? Guess what, kid — you either make them, or quit your damned job. It’s on the menu, I give you money, you make it or get out of the way… I treat all my Starbies baristas very nicely, esp if they aren’t passive-aggressively hating doing their job — it’s stressful, and I realize that. Even defended some of the nicer ones against arsehole pencild**ks who take their assertiveness problems at work or at home out on them. But this list got weaker the further I read it. Try being a soldier for six years as I was… *then* tell me you know the first thing about being treated like equipment. :(
Not if they haven’t done anything but be LGBT, ya sneaky pirate. :/
Molly, from ‘Neuromancer’ by William Gibson, is the first female novel character I thought for this list, missing of course. A pox of a thousand flechettes upon you. :p
11/13. Compared to 100% on states, I knew this one was going to birchslap me. :P
Know a fair bit about karaage and schnitzel — lived both in Japan and Germany. Both places have their respective dishes as cart or stand food, and both have underappreciated wizards of street food churning them out with startling consistency… karaage is extremely basic… but man have I had foodgasms eating a master’s serving. Same with schnitzel (though it’s usually pork). These vendors in Bavaria sit evenings outside the post gate, and make schnitzel all night consistently non-gut-truck-y, right up until they have to leave. Amazing what love of food can create when that’s been your central focus for long enough. Long live street vendors who give a sh*t about their craft…
15 of 15. Guess paying attention in class gets you three seconds of elation on Buzzfeed. :P
Seattle is schizo in that regard. Some summers are months long, like a normal summer, some are not even one continuous week of clear, slopless days. The rain is always, constantly there… as is corrosion and blackberry invasion. Miserable.
Oddly enough Honolulu gets rained on a lot — even more with global warming on the march in the last 10 yrs (can definitely see the change betw now and my childhood). But yes… if I gave you a choice between Seattle and Honolulu, it’s not even a choice weather-wise. :)
‘So the next time you chow down, remember, you have history in your mouth.’ And a whole lot of things that shouldn’t be… like yoga mat chemicals.
181. I like this prime…
Yay! Love her work, and her courage in coming out. Authenticity in living your life, is ultimately what will save it. :)
Fin for the win!