Random Thought Thread

Suppose if we all pitch in, we could get you a case of cheeze whiz by Christmas.

 

Oh dude, I forgot to ask:

How were you and the misses during the typhoon?

 

Fine, it was up near Tokyo and we're down in Osaka. Did you see though, they had to write off those 10 shinkansen completely? $135 million dollar loss or something, all due to a poor parking plan.

 

I’m glad you’re fine. I knew it primarily hit Tokyo but then the only image I’d seen of the storm seemed like it was ginormous (not only a completely real and legitimate vocab word but additionally the correct scientific measurement of such meteorological phenomenon—don’t bother fact-checking: I clearly know what I’m talking about as an English Major) and covered a lot of Honshu.

But I have access to a very special brand of “world news” (i.e. America in possible context of the world but mostly just focusing on America for America’s sake because MURICA) and I forgot to research the outcome after it hit because I’m equally a poor hand at actively keeping myself informed.

Hence my asking how you fared a full month after the fact. . .

 

Headline of the Day:

‘Suspicious object’ at Daily Mail offices identified as a piece of factual journalism

 

Thanksgiving is coming up. Not in the mood for turkey, so I'm going to make stuffed ribs.

Take one left rack, one right, spice them up, place together, put the stuffing in between them, throw in the oven. Yum.

 

See, my parents are a riot.

My dad was a New Yorker (upstate) and is obsessed with “traditional” thanksgiving meals.

Mom’s Asian & army brat raised in Belgium, Germany, Japan, etc. with no such connection to American tradition in addition to my maternal grandmother who almost always staid with us over Thanksgiving who only wanted lobster or crab and hates turkey.

One year, my mom splurged and actually got every family member their own lobster plus crab legs, and my father was silently fuming and angry and my mom saw the passive aggressive fury and ran out with me & my sister to quickly buy a small turkey Thanksgiving afternoon and whip him up his necessities for the holiday.

Obaachan is with my uncle this year, so I don’t know if we’re going to finally have a pure thanksgiving traditional meal or a mixture or what.

I’m with my grandmother on this one—I love stuffing and mashed potatoes as much as the next person, but I’d kill for some king crab.

 

Sex Education on Netflix is hilarious.

 

I want to set a 28 Days Later esque outbreak in late medieval Poland, the same years of the Black Death to be exact.

Can't decide if I'd be better off going the fantasy route and making the setting something that resembles Poland in the 1300s, or if I should go the whole-nine-yards and write historical "zombie" fiction.

 

Salt plays havoc with any and all electric/electronic devices, in particular - my laptop.
(Probably the only drawback to living on the Caribe coast.)

 

Whole nine yards, please! Thinking of The Doomsday Book by Connie Willis, or The Crosstime Engineer (Conrad Stargard series by Leo Frankowski) which I enjoyed tremendously.

 

Internet dating.....

Random dude: Hi. How are you?

Me: Hi. I’m good thanks, how are you ?

Random dude: Here’s a picture of my dick.

Great. That’s great. Fantastic. Just what I wanted.

Like...dude...it’s not even pretty.

 

I never got how that was an intro. Never tried it, of course, for obvious reasons, but seriously, does that work on some people? It must because it seems to be a norm lately. I don't think I could ever bring myself down to that level, though.

 

I have never understood the neanderthal : 'Here's the goods'
approach. That seems like an attempt to say hey my junk is;
big, great, or satisfactory. When that isn't really something
most rational people look for in a suitable partner/mate.
(Granted a pinkie toe betwixt a man's thighs is most deserving
of ridicule.)
Or the modern 'average' dating male is just mentally retarded.
(I mean no offense to those that are developmentally disabled by factors
that which they cannot control due to genetics or syndrome.)

 

There's something magical about the English countryside when it's used for the setting of a post-apocalyptic scenario.

 

As opposed to those who chose diminutive members?

 

I was referring to those with acute mental/psychological disorders,
not their physicality.

 

I swear we gotta separate sex from relationships. Make it an errand thing. Like the carwash. Gold wash: wax and blowjob. Platinum wash: you gotta get outta the car, for the full detail.

 

A good description for the Fool on the Hill (trump)

 

Politics stay in the Debate Room.

 

Can't help but wonder what the "obvious reasons" are.