Doesn’t it suck? Wasn’t mine way too young at 60? Don’t I still get mad and sad sometimes? Aren’t I really sorry about your dad, too? Don’t you need a GG hug?
Isn’t this going to the Journal of American Culture for publication? Don’t we doubt the ability of the JAC folks to zip and unzip files? Where absolutely no one will read it? Isn’t academia wonderful?
Wouldn’t we bring all our dumb human bullshit with us? How do we get rid of our dumb human bullshit? Isn’t that what keeps me up at night?
Is this the same project that sent you into classification hell at the National Archives?
Isn’t it a smaller part of it that’s being published? Isn’t the NARA research going to hopefully be for the rock chapter? Wont’ some of it make it back into the jazz chapter, none the less? Is that one word?
Could they be any worse that the character arcs in this thread?
Are they / we not evolving?
BTW what are you still doing up? Weren’t you trying to catch up on rest because of your illness? Isn’t it close to midnight there?
How is this less work than just putting it sideways with a motor on it?
What makes you think he hadn’t been snoozing for a while, but woke up because illness can do that to ya?
Uh… relapse? Trying to get rid of the multitude of errors on my website? (That could be removed by destroying half of the functionality?)
How would I have known? Who am I to question?
@japhroaig (et alia): let’s say I have 5 lbs of fresh strawberries, and 4 lbs of kalamata, black and green olives - what would you reccomend?
Have you seen THIS?
Have you tried switching it off and on again?
Do they need to be used in the same food?
Otherwise what’s the fun?
I might lean towards a salad then, with some feta and maybe some frisee? The olives and strawberries will work well together, but when you cook strawberries they lose a lot of their punchy flavor, you know?
Power to the people?
Serious question (serious answers only!!): what kind of fruit ice cream should I make today?
Watermelon?
And have you ever made grape ice cream? It’s a horrifying flavor, something I wish I’d never done.