Random mid-editing babble

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Did you know you can get hard-boiled eggs at Publix Deli? Four cost me a buck; they're $2.39/lb.

Nicked from angelofthenorth who gacked from mommybird who got it from violetisblue:

Pick an interest from my interests page that either 1) you know nothing about but sounds intriguing, or 2) you know something about but can't fathom why yours truly would be interested in it, and demand an explanation. Verily, I will provide.

Drat. I forgot the other thing I wanted to post [frustrated look]. Probably something about Sirius being at zenith at sunset nowadays, which means we're close to losing him for the summer.... Bah.

Anyway, two of the upcoming profiles had to be heavily formatted to get the right effect; I'm not sure the font size will work for everyone, so if you've any problems reading them (you'll know them when I post them), please let me know and I'll post a relatively plain-text version.

My very British name is Amelia Chamberlain.
Take The Very British Name Generator today!
Created with Rum and Monkey's Name Generator Generator.

...although 'Corgi' is pretty darn British (Brythoneg) as it is....

Women's History Month 2004

Elizabeth Cabot Cary Agassiz



( Behind a cut because Mrs. Agassiz didn't just have a college in her life, but a dynasty of philanthropists. )

From my GasBuddy, HarleyRider:

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'Tis the season....

The Man Who Orders Three Beers

An Irishman moves in to a small village in County Kerry, Ireland.

He walks in to the pub the first evening , and orders three pints of beer. The barman raises his eyebrows, but serves the man three beers, which he drinks quietly at a table, alone.

An hour later, the man has finished the three beers, and orders three more. This happens yet again.

The next evening, the man again orders and drinks three beers at a time, several times. Soon the entire town is talking about the man who orders three beers at a time.

Finally, a week later, the barman broaches the subject on behalf of the town. "I don't mean to pry, Sir, but folks around here are wondering why you always order three beers at a time".

"Tis odd is'nt it" the man replied. "You see, I have two brothers, and one went to America, and the other to Australia. We promised each other that we would always order an extra two beers whenever we drank as a way of keeping up the family bond".

The bartender and the whole town were pleased with this answer, and soon The Man Who Orders Three Beers became a local celebrity and a source of pride to the town, even to the extent that out-of-towners would come to watch him drink.

Then, one day, the man comes in and orders only two beers. The barman pours them with a heavy heart. This continues for the rest of the rest of the evening, he orders only two beers.

The word flies around town, and a mass is quickly arranged to pray for the soul of one of the brothers.

The next day the barman says to the man, "Folks around here, me first of all, want to offer condolences to you for the death of your brother. You know, the two beers and all...."

The man ponders this for a minute, and then replies, " You,ll be happy to hear that both my brothers are alive and well. It's just that I, myself, have decided to give up drinking for Lent".

Oldie but goodie


I had an idea, which may be somewhat naïve and also already covered by real researchers, but... you lot know, yeah? that they've found out that moving the tongue actually aids concentration.

Wait, I'm sure I can find a link... ah, here.

So anyway, it occurred to me that one of the problems smokers have when they quit, aside from the neuron-bridging effects of the nicotine, is that since they're using their mouths less, they don't have the benefit of that little mental assist.

Yeah?