The album August and Everything After by Counting Crows.

I was like “WTF? I’ve never even heard of beef tea and I’ve lived in Victoria my whole life!” Then I clicked the link. 🤦

Good Morning Glipglorp! From the Androids and Aliens podcast by the Glass Cannon Network. It was a random bit of world-building that the players latched on to and ran with and it turned into a whole episode.

An American Werewolf in London.

I stayed up watching it on my brother’s black and white TV. My parents had no idea. I nearly shit the bed afterward when my brother jumped on me in the dark and yelled “raaaah.”

It depends on whether you’re referring to individual refried beans or the dish ‘refried beans’ as a whole.

If it’s the former, it would be ‘too many’ (individual) refried beans.

If it is the latter, it would be ‘too much’ (of) refried beans… Unless you had multiple servings, in which case it would be ‘too many’ (servings of) refried beans.

That is my opinion: as such it is subject to change should further information come to light.

Harpo Speaks! - Harpo Marx An amazing story. That guy had a wild life!

Total Recall - Arnold Schwarzenegger Nothing happened to Arnold by accident. He is the ultimate man with a plan.

District 9

Do I “approve” of sex work? It’s not my place to either approve or disapprove of what other people do with their time, their money or their bodies. The question is loaded to provide justification for your moral outrage.

Brussels Sprouts.

When I was a kid my mother used to boil them. I would gag from the taste. Mushy vomit-balls of awful.

A few years ago I watched a Jamie Oliver video on how to cook them properly and now they’re a staple with roasts and meat + 3 veg at our place. My wife, my oldest son and I fight over who gets the most.

This is the only correct answer.

I haven’t laughed so hard in ages.

New:Subscribed until I catch up, then New:All to look for new communities to subscribe to.

The primary form of text communication in Australia is sms. I do a bit of regional travel in Australia and after adopting “chat features” (RCS) in the Google sms app I started having critical messages failing to go through (without notifying me) because of poor (data) reception and it wasn’t falling back to sms.

I love the features RCS brings to messaging and would love to use it, but it’s just not reliable without an uninterrupted data connection.

What my mother called “allergy testing.”

Basically, myself and my siblings were placed on a diet that consisted of rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine for a few days to “detox.” Then we were introduced to foods to see if we had an “allergic reaction.” Two things stand out in my memories.

1. I specifically recall the sensation of waking in the middle of the night to vomit my “dinner” all over myself: an entire plate of overcooked, boiled, green (string) beans. This meant, to my deluded mother, that I was allergic to string beans. I’m not. Unfortunately, though, I couldn’t stand the taste of string beans for about 30 years after that.

2. Going to birthday parties as an eight year old and bringing your own rice cakes (the puffed-rice-compressed-discs-of-bland type) and margarine and not being able to partake of the cakes and candy and soda and other sugary deliciousness was both soul cruising and humiliating.

Edit: punctuating

My mother currently has dirt floors.

No, it isn’t. They will just refuse. They will die and their vegan friends will call them heroes or martyrs or both, and everyone else will still be alive with their porcine kidneys, laughing and drinking and eating and making love and not thinking about the vegans that died because they didn’t want porcine kidneys.

Wow! These gender reveals are really getting out of hand!

I don’t own them, so I don’t know about storage. The handles are on the same side as the rods so carrying them should be easy enough.

I see these a lot in my city.

How do you pronounce “they’re”?