Random Thought Thread

Interesting idea. Give bear cheese, and bear will be busy.

 

Sulo and Juuso are old friends. They do many things together.

 

They have a professional come round to do the knives, which means that, for two non-consecutive weeks a year, they're sharper than god. The rest of the time it's a coin-toss as to whether the edge or spine is the best tool for the job.

I hate cooking in other people's kitchens.

 

"But sir, have you considered in investing in a fine blade made of the strongest
metal known to man? You can never go wrong with the high quality adamantium
chain sword. It will never go dull. Tomatoes, steaks, Orks, Chaos Marines, this
baby will not miss a beat. And if you buy now we will through in a chainaxe at no
additional cost to you, today only. For the working citizen in the 41st millinium,
from those who work in the hive factories, to the Adeptus Astartes, they all rely
on the chainsword to meet their demands in and out of the kitchen. Just her her well
fueled, and she won't let you down. The God Emperor of Man guarantees every
blade we sell, and if you are not completely satisfied with our product, then you
must be mad and a heretic. In that event I wish you all the best with the Holy
Inquisitors when they show up to purge you."
("We have our staff on standby to take your call, order in the next five minutes,
and we will throw in a complimentary sham wow.")

 

Please don't take this the wrong way, but those two sentences are so perfectly grammatically correct that they sound like the opening lines of a child's reading primer.

 

Off topic

Then those must be my first grammatically correct sentences in this board.

My English is nowhere near it should be. But it is getting better every day.

(And most of you write grammatically more incorrect Finnish than my English uses to be.)

 

You cut a tomato. Then you cut it again. This time you cut as thin slice as you can.

If you can lift it up and see through it clearly and the juice stays there - then that knife is sharp.

You can do this with sharp knives. With dull ones juice drops off.

(In cheap & middle price knives Sanelli is ok. Sanelli Nakiri 18cm is my most used knife. There are few ok knives even in Ikea's cheap rubber handle knives. Old Fiskars knives are ok. New ones are shit. You don't need expensive high end knives if know what you seek.

Victorinox has some good small knives.)

 

Yeah, I'm looking to get a long Victorinox slicer for my bacon. I'd get a proper electric slicer but I've got no room for one. The knives I was talking about weren't mine though.

 

How big is that bag?

 

ROFFL!!

 

"What're you drinking?"


"Pocari sweat. Had it in my fridge for...shit, I dunno how long."

"Sweat?"

"Yes, sweat, beautiful. I'm drinking Japanese sweat to help me in language class."

Seeing how I'm the weirdo everyone knows, I think she believed my reasoning.....

 

I don't wanna know what you had to do to get that, let alone in a mass quantity.

 

Don't worry, it's actually a sports drink, in case you were worried.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pocari_Sweat

 

And virtually identical to the Aquarius that @Moon mistook for a soda while in Japan.

 

Rant Time:

The funny thing about anxiety, to me, is that it makes me worry about the most random thing in my books. Things that honestly have no real meaning but it says otherwise.

The last two days, it's been hammering at me with an old worry that I thought I had banished half a decade ago: what if I offend someone. Like take my old Colonial mystery I used to talk about here: how most of the cast are white guys with, maybe, four ladies and not very many POC. In a historical fiction set in Colonial America.

Or take my fantasy. I'm a white guy from the American Deep South writing about a young teen named Mishu Jerni from a persecuted minority, oh, and she has dark skin because she's Rejormi. Oh, and did I mention she's a Necri (think necromancers) and it's being necromancers that causes them to be persecuted?

I thought I had banished this nonsense. D:< Yes, of course, be as sensitive as I can, treat all my characters as people, no caricatures, People of Minority only being used as a crutch for the Not-Minority people, but these thoughts of "Am I allowed to write xyz?" WHY IS IT STILL IN MY HEAD!? I thought I was past all this shit. D:<

*sighs*

Frankly, the fact I'm still reasonably sane is a goddamn miracle. My stories are fine, I'm not going to change them. Mishu's still her little tough self surviving against all odds. I'm just airing out what's been tapdancing across my brain for the last few days.

 

But is it visible from space?