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The reason you never see cashews sold in the shells is that cashew shells have caustic oil in them.
In my Media Production class in college we watched the horror film REC, as our unit of study is horror films and single camera techniques... Its was ficking terrifying :S and you should watch it!!!!
Well done about the job, Samurai.
As for me:
The guy I'm living with has gone away for the weekend to play vampire larp. He didn't ask if I wanted to go with him. I don't really mind, I mean, I'm quite capable of really getting into that sort of thing and having a good time, but I wasn't bothered either way. As it is I'm all alone in a four bedroom house. Term starts in ten days but none of my friends are back in the city yet. The only proper human contact I've had today was when I left the house to go for a walk- I'm trying to do that at least once a day, rather than just being quiet and reading and refreshing facebook and tumblr all day. As my walk came to an end I decided to go into the supermarket near my house to buy some cheese, with the intention to grate it onto a pizza. (Love the extra cheese.) So I did, and it was good, and as I was strolling home a group of chavs wolf whistled and shouted at me, and I thought, "Why is this so hard?" I'm pretty quick-witted, normally, and I'm not shy; I can talk to strangers most of the time. But when this group of youths, hanging out on a street corner with bikes and sportswear and baseball caps (you must have a version of this kind of folk wherever you're from) just froze me up. My heart started racing and I couldn't even look at them, let alone smile, or wave, or say something. I just walked past, nose to the pavement, desperately hoping that they'd look away, that they would shut up, that they would stop noticing me. Then I got in and didn't make my pizza after all.
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As for me:
The guy I'm living with has gone away for the weekend to play vampire larp. He didn't ask if I wanted to go with him. I don't really mind, I mean, I'm quite capable of really getting into that sort of thing and having a good time, but I wasn't bothered either way. As it is I'm all alone in a four bedroom house. Term starts in ten days but none of my friends are back in the city yet. The only proper human contact I've had today was when I left the house to go for a walk- I'm trying to do that at least once a day, rather than just being quiet and reading and refreshing facebook and tumblr all day. As my walk came to an end I decided to go into the supermarket near my house to buy some cheese, with the intention to grate it onto a pizza. (Love the extra cheese.) So I did, and it was good, and as I was strolling home a group of chavs wolf whistled and shouted at me, and I thought, "Why is this so hard?" I'm pretty quick-witted, normally, and I'm not shy; I can talk to strangers most of the time. But when this group of youths, hanging out on a street corner with bikes and sportswear and baseball caps (you must have a version of this kind of folk wherever you're from) just froze me up. My heart started racing and I couldn't even look at them, let alone smile, or wave, or say something. I just walked past, nose to the pavement, desperately hoping that they'd look away, that they would shut up, that they would stop noticing me. Then I got in and didn't make my pizza after all.
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Serenegoose said:
I just read something:
"By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you'll be happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher." - Socrates
I am doubtful is this legit. It's smart talk, but still... Socrates?! *scratches head*
"By all means marry; if you get a good wife, you'll be happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher." - Socrates
I am doubtful is this legit. It's smart talk, but still... Socrates?! *scratches head*
Your social security check is late!
Stuff costs more than it used to!
YOUNG PEOPLE USE CURSE WORDS!
Stuff costs more than it used to!
YOUNG PEOPLE USE CURSE WORDS!
My roommate is screaming at his laptop about buttfucking his online poker opponents as we speak. I'd be more scandalized by this, but I just finished having a screaming match with a group of archers in Civ IV. Gotta love lazy Friday afternoons at uni.
Also, firing the rockets of a spacecraft can be used to slow it down, and I've broken the same rib twice in my life.
Also, firing the rockets of a spacecraft can be used to slow it down, and I've broken the same rib twice in my life.
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I've watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain... Time to die....
Cookie for reference...
Cookie for reference...
True facts.Trivun said:That's weird, so does my catTydanubus said:.
My fun fact: Cats are plotting a fishy-breath based conspiracy against us! And yet we cannot fight against it, for they're all just so cuuuuute...
OT: I am utterly shattered right now, and want nothing more than to lie on the sofa for several hours, but I won't be allowed because my girlfriend hates me. Yes you, Charlotte, reading this over my shoulder.
@Sacman: Blade Runner.
Never dare your friend to drink a cup of cola up their nose with straw. It will result in a ruined shirt. Yours. That is all.
The Speed of light is exactly 299792458 m/s. And I've always managed to remember that.
How do I know it's exact? Because since 1983 a meter is defined as the distance light moves in 1/299792458th of a second. Cheating isn't it?
Now if only we had a goddamn constant to base a Kilogram on...
How do I know it's exact? Because since 1983 a meter is defined as the distance light moves in 1/299792458th of a second. Cheating isn't it?
Now if only we had a goddamn constant to base a Kilogram on...
