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.

It looks like a copy of Snake Tales. The art on this one is a bit rougher than what I recall from Snake Tales, but the style is the same.

“Correlation is not causation” is the phrase I use in that situation.

Death on Two Legs - Queen

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.

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.

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My mother currently has dirt floors.

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

It depends.

• If you are dining, then place it on the far side of your plate.
• If you are sitting at a table, but not dining, then place it approximately halfway between the dining position and the table edge.
• If you are standing by the table, then I’d go with about 4"-6" from the table edge.
• If you are standing by the table in a high traffic area, then I’d go with 6"-8".
• If you notice someone nearby who is particularly animated when speaking, then I’d aim for the centre of the table.

This answer assumes the table in question is a dining table. Coffee tables are a whole different kettle of fish; and don’t even get me started on side tables, bureaus and credenzas!

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I went under for an appendectomy in 2004. I can remember the feeling of the anaesthetic moving up my arm (they put it in through a wrist cannula). It was weird. It felt like nothing. My hand just disappeared from my senses. I felt it moving up my arm and into my shoulder and into my neck and