July 09, 2007

• I hate when the mainstream press get a hold of studies like this and grossly misinform the masses.
• mmmmmmmm, greasy cheezburger. ARRRRRRGGAAACK! *thud
• The article says fat people who had heart attacks did better afterward because they were YOUNGER than thinner people who had heart attacks. They got this from a study that lasted three years.
• For me, the situation is complicated by my ownership of a cheeseburger coupon.
• Yeah, but even if you survive you'll still sweat watching someone eat a corndog, fatty.
• Two posts in 24 hours is OK now?
• This site is basically an dribbling insider wank-festival now, where links to the minutest specks of breaking "news" should be lazily described in the language of the latest oh so funny meme to deter, as far as possible, comprehension, interest, discussion, etc. Then we all make mindless "jokes" about the topic, devoid of originality, humour, creativity, etc. That's why our membership still includes all our old friends like languagehat, wolof, beeswacky, etc. I'm not knocking that, by the way - I just think we should all tie tracicle to some helium balloons and, as she floats away o'er the horizon, you should all bow down and worship me as your new Administrator/God. Thanks.
• I dunno; can having too many cheezburgers might lead to this...
• Poor Wilford Brimley, having to look like that famous internet cat!
• MonkeyFilter: This site is basically an dribbling insider wank-festival *bows down to Quid *slings bukit full of monkey crap Ohhh, I gotta emty bukit. *is sad
• quidnunc made me cry.
• quid for aristocrat!
• Arquidstocrat?
• If quid was emperocrat, would Argh have gotten away with making 2 FPPs in one day?
• It might have been "OFFPP with his head!"
• quid for idle rich!
• O Cheese In the pantry the dear dense cheeses, Cheddars and harsh Lancashires; Gorgonzola with its magnanimous manner; the clipped speech of Roquefort; and a head of Stilton that speaks in a sensuous riddling tongue like Druids. O cheeses of gravity, cheeses of wistfulness, cheeses that weep continually because they know they will die. O cheeses of victory, cheeses wise in defeat, cheeses fat as a cushion, lolling in bed until noon. Liederkranz ebullient, jumping like a small dog, noisy; Pont l’Evêque intellectual, and quite well informed; Emmentaler decent and loyal, a little deaf in the right ear; and Brie the revealing experience, instantaneous and profound. O cheeses that dance in the moonlight, cheeses that mingle with sausages, cheeses of Stonehenge. O cheeses that are shy, that linger in the doorway, eyes looking down, cheeses spectacular as fireworks. Reblochon openly sexual; Caerphilly like pine trees, small at the timberline; Port du Salut in love; Caprice des Dieux eloquent, tactful, like a thousand-year-old hostess; and Dolcelatte, always generous to a fault. O village of cheeses, I make you this poem of cheeses, O family of cheeses, living together in pantries, O cheeses that keep to your own nature, like a lucky couple, this solitude, this energy, these bodies slowly dying. --Donald Hall
• *bows low in the general direction of Donald Hall and his cheese greatness* Super poem for this day, Bees!