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@SeanP Oh my gawd, yes. My mother-in-law is a restrictionist and she looks like death warmed over. (Also, having meals with her is the opposite of fun.)
YES North & South. It is so good. So is the book, by the way. In fact, all these are also very worthwhile books.
Yes. Yes, it was.
But now the days will enlengthenate, which will make life somewhat more of the better than the period during which they beshorten?
Yay, now we have a name for the Skinny Bitch women besides, uh, the obvious?
Do you get the feeling that the author/photographer there isn't so sure about radiation being dangerous?
I am going to make this thing, somehow, and it might be a terrible failure but what if it's a success? Apparently a successful babka is like kissing an angel. And I would honestly rather eat a raisin-filled bread/cake thingie than kiss an angel, for reals.
It's not really the drinking as such that's a problem; it's the donor kebabs on the way home from the pub.
Plus, all the youf rush out and buy fried chicken and chips the instant class lets out. Every day!
What a lovely article. This, in particular, really struck home: there are stages to move through as you test the limits of connectivity and your own willingness to connect. Academically, the social network thing is absolutely fascinating, to observe and to participate in. But it's also such a strange, estranging experience. I was so desperate to escape from my adolescence that now, a decade later and an ocean away, the people I loved and the people I hated are all just status updates on a computer screen. In a way, that's wonderful: there they all are, constantly reminding me why I left and how glad I am that I did. But... they're all still together, at weddings and showers and parties and random Friday night drinks.
And, uh, so on.