Coconut and I have a complex relationship. I only really like coconut when it's raw, and the more you adulterate it with spices/sugar/toasting/whatever, the more I seem to dislike it.Unless, of course, you hate coconut.
--Patrick
Coconut and I have a complex relationship. I only really like coconut when it's raw, and the more you adulterate it with spices/sugar/toasting/whatever, the more I seem to dislike it.Unless, of course, you hate coconut.
It makes even less sense when you take out Outkast and stick Old Town Road (the original cut, no remix, no billy ray) to the end.I've discovered a personal ear-worm eraser. It's a short, continually repeating playlist of ear-worms that are so individually catchy that you can't remember the previous song's catchiness while listening the current song. I've been listening to it nonstop on repeat for more than two days now, and I can't remember any of the songs, nor am I sick of any of the songs, and I enjoy each one each time it plays. This is fucking weird. The list, in case anyone is curious:
1. Volbeat - Battleship Chains
2. Outkast - Hey Ya!
3. The Chicks - March, March
4. The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be in Good Company
5. Modest Mouse - The Ground Walks, with Time in a Box
6. The White Stripes - Icky Thump
The playlist doesn't make sense, just like the world right now.
Did not know this part.Came this way to visit Caleb, a friend of mine from Twitch.
Fan on “high,” hear my prayer
In my need, you have always been there
Been so long, need a gale
Let me rest, cool my nest.
Blades of chrome
Made by Holmes
Chill this home
It’s like the Sun that might have grown
If God had planted me a Sun
That Sun is blindin’ and hot
How long I’ll fry, on and on
And I will melt until I’m gone
Bring me breeze, bring me joy
Bring it strong, show me you’re not some toy
You can shake, you can sway
Send some breeze, up my way
Fan on "high," save this guy
Let him live
Blades of chrome
Made by Holmes
Chill this home
Great, now it's stuck in my head. Or at least, the original version is.Because my brain will at times get a clever idea and then just NOT LET GO OF IT until I haul it to fruition, and because I want it to calm down already so I can get to sleep sometime soon, I present the following:
I hope you enjoy it as much as the sleep I'm finally going to be able to get. G'night!Code:Fan on “high,” hear my prayer In my need, you have always been there Been so long, need a gale Let me rest, cool my nest. Blades of chrome Made by Holmes Cool my home It’s like the Sun that might have grown If God had planted me a Sun That Sun is blindin’ and hot How long I’ll fry, on and on And I will melt until I’m gone Bring me breeze, bring me joy Bring it strong, show me you’re not a toy You can shake, you can sway Send some breeze, up my way Save this guy, fan on “high” Let me live Blades of chrome Made by Holmes Cool my home
--Patrick
It is catchy, isn't it?Great, now it's stuck in my head. Or at least, the original version is.
Damn skippy.Colm Wilkinson
I'm going to disagree and say Roger Allam.
"Stars" is Javert's song, and Wilkinson is Valjean, to me.
....Man, it's Monday morning, isn't it? My brain is clearly still asleep."Bring Him Home" is Valjean's song.
The Wilkinson version is the one I listened to for reference (because it was the first one I found on iTunes), but I have to admit that Le Miz is another one of those things I've never seen.Out of curiosity, whose voice do you hear singing that song? I've got Colm Wilkinson.
Yes. Especially Metalstorm. But I think I remember her best from Amazon Women.Wow, Kelly Preston dead at 57. Always liked her movies. Cancer sucks.
Yeah it's fine to feel guilty enough to think you need a smack instead of a hug. But you're getting a hug anyway because I've been there.Remember when I said some people hide their dumbass better than others?
I am not one of those people.
While speaking to a coworker about a guest, I called him by a nickname that had been used among staff. In earshot of said guest. Needless to say he was NOT happy. I apologized at the time, but tonight there was a line of people waiting to take a piece out of my ass. Deservedly so.
So tonight, in front of his coworkers and my manager (they just happened to be outside having a smoke), I addressed him by NAME and told him I was stupid, irresponsible, and lazy. They accepted my apology, shook my hand (don't start, it needed to happen), and we've gone on with the rest of the night.
And my brain will gleefully dredge up this new fuckup when I least expect it for the rest of my life.
I've done dumb shit before and literally had the thought "please don't let me remember this." I don't know if its ever worked because I've forgotten the times it has.And my brain will gleefully dredge up this new fuckup when I least expect it for the rest of my life.
When I was a kid my mom had a cat that would always nibble the tips of the leaves of her spider plant in the dining room. So one day, she gets the brilliant idea to put tabasco sauce on the leaves to discourage the cat.So we got some bells to hang on the doorknob for the dog. So he can ring the bells to let us know he wants to go out.
What actually happens is the cat rings the bells and the dog sprints to the door to see who's at the door.
Many years ago, when I was working at Microsoft, someone in one of the buildings dared to microwave fish curry. It. Smelled. Divine. Everyone bitched about it for weeks, but the subtle lingering curry notes really brightened my days in that building until it faded completely.Someone in the office is microwaving fish for lunch.
It smells awesome.
It smells like it's a Thai dish. The aroma of coconut, lemongrass, and chilies combined with the fish is divine. I want to track down whoever made this fish dish and ask for a recipe.