DagwoodIII

Meditation.

Wooooosh!

True. there’s no accounting for taste.

Since the novel was written circa 1935 the estate could sue the producers.

I don’t get it.

It’s like saying you can’t enjoy a song if it’s been used in a TV ad.

How do you know that the minerals don’t enjoy being smelted?

USA is big. Like, really, really big.

The food you get in New York City and Waco, Texas don’t have a lot in common.

“Exit To Eden” has entered the chat.

The novel, “Exit To Eden” by Anne Rice [aka Ann Rampling] was a pornographic romance that was turned into a very bad movie that added a lot of nonsense for no reason.

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Great classic mystery novel, “Too Many Cooks” by Rex Stout. Nero Wolfe is a 300 pound private detective who hates leaving his Manhattan brownstone. He investigates from his armchair, sending his assistant Archie Goodwin to round up clues and bring him folks to interrogate.

Wolfe is a famous gourmand and is invited to give a speech on American food to a group of European chefs.

Interesting novel on many levels.

A joke an NYC paramedic told me.

He said that he’d started in the Bronx, and had a hard time because he didn’t speak any Spanish.

He had a much easier time after he went to Queens, because he didn’t speak Spanish, Mandarin, Korean, Portuguese, Dutch, French, Haitian Creole, or any of the other 200 languages found there.

…and the Stormtroopers wore their regular armor.

I’d guess that the Empire is not unlike the British, where the Redcoats wore the same thing in battle as they did to a formal dinner.

otoh, when did we see Vader at a formal occasion?

You can do both.

It’s going to take hardhat jobs to rebuild the electric grid, put up renewables like wind and solar farms, and make high speed rail a reality.

That’s what she said!

edited, because I thought about it, and that’s what the guy who told me originally used.

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One rainy Sunday afternoon a matron knocks on the backdoor of the local bordello. Timidly, she asks to speak to the madam. The madam greets the lady in the parlor and offers her some tea. Hesitantly the lady explains her situation.

Her son is almost 25 years old and all he’s interested in is books. When he was a young boy she was happy that he was so studious, but now it’s time for him to go out into the world. She’s tried getting him to get friends and meet women his age, but all he wants to do is study.

The madam says that she’s got the perfect solution. She has a worker who is lactating. Old men come and taste her milk and become virile. The madam is sure that the young lady can open the flood gates.

Arrangements are made, and a few days later the young man is escorted into the worker’s room. He was told that he needs to see her for a medical treatment, and must do everything she says.

She sits on his lap, removes her blouse and offers him a nipple. He starts sucking and his face gets red. A little more and he starts breathing heavy. A bit more and he begins to sweat.

The worker moves around a little, leans over and whispers in his ear, “Is there anything else you’d like?”

“Maybe you’ve got a cookie?”

Think about it.

Who is a riot going to actually hurt?

How is shooting a dozen cops going to change anything?

It’s 2026 and the rules have changed. What worked in 1926 isn’t going to work today.

Hey, maybe you can get people so upset that they call a Constitutional Convention. I’m sure the places that voted for Trump will be all in on reform

A man finds himself alternating between the past and the present.

He lives a Monday in 2026, then wakes up at some random time in the past. He is in that day for 24 hours, then comes back to Tuesday, 2026.

Old English saying “The wogs begin at Calais.”

Meaning if you aren’t English you really aren’t White.

https://memory-alpha.fandom.com/wiki/Bynar#Appearances

ACCCCCCCTualy it’s ‘Bynars’

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