My first car was a Chrysler Cordoba. It had the less famous Doric Felt interior.
On-topic, I have fond memories of Fantasy Island. Part of the swingin' Saturday night line-up following The Love Boat.
wow...only five years? Seems like I've been dragging this bookmark around with me since at least the late 90s. Oddly enough, I don't even know for sure if I stumbled upon MoFi in 2003. Sounds about right, though. Wait. Profile says 2005. That can't be right. Really? Goddamn. What has this place done to me? I have to go lie down.
Happy B-Day, all...who have all apparently been here much longer than I. At least I can still claim a user # in the low 100 thousands on Slashdot. Practically a charter member there. Sigh.
Dunno, TUM. Haven't found any clips online, and I'm not going to buy them. From the stills, however, there do appear to be balloon animals. Of course, if you weren't talking to me, then forget I said anything at all. I was never here.
Did you know that, as of a few days ago, there were only 2 real clown porn videos available on the internet, both produced by the same company?
You know, speaking of random searches turning up few results and all...
Thanks, GramMa (May I call you GramMa?). I think it says something of MoFi that I felt...safe enough to post anything at all. I've been online almost constantly (many hours daily) for ten years, and this is the only site I comment on (and that irregularly). I may not always feel included in everything here (I visit too erratically to follow most threads to know what's going on most of the time), but I always feel welcome. That's pretty impressive in my book. I say spare the poor ball cap, if you haven't wolfed it down already.
Right. First, the "entertainment."
* Wall-E -- go figure. Didn't expect it.
* Jurassic Bark, and a few other Futurama episodes. Also, "Bender's Big Score" -- the whole Fry/Lars/Leela storyline.
* Happy Feet
Now, "real life."
* Chocolate cake.
By way of explanation, I'm lifting the following from a post on my blog because, well, I just can't bear to type it all up again. Please forgive the length. Background: I'd made my first chocolate cake from scratch and then decided to cook myself a meal to precede it.
"I threw a quarter-inch slice of ham in a skillet, then grated a potato for hash browns. Once the ham-steak was ready, I made gravy, another one of those things that I grew up on that I will never make as well as my mother. Finally, I had a plateful of sliced ham and hash browns slathered in thick, ham gravy, and I realized, with some surprise, that I had made myself a comfort meal. Real home cooking. A special occasion meal; a going-home meal. The sort of meal that precedes a home-made chocolate cake.
"And I suddenly wished Dad were still alive so he could have dinner with me. I wanted him to try my gravy and hash browns, try my chocolate cake, then tell me how far I had to go before I was as good a cook as Mom. I wanted him to tell me stories about the meals he ate growing up, the youngest of nine, with nieces older than him taking their place at the dining table in the tiny house his parents and siblings lived in. I wanted to chastise him for putting salt on everything before he even tasted it to see if it needed it. And I wanted him to tell me that I was a good cook, that I’d inherited something from his mom and my mom and, truth be told, from him, some quality, some skill that takes simple ingredients and makes something special and good from them. I wanted to sit across the table from him and eat a piece of chocolate cake, still hot from the oven, the frosting liquefying in the heat and running down the edges. I wanted to call him a freak for putting his cake in a bowl and pouring cold milk over it instead of slathering it with butter like any normal person. And I wanted to see his face relax in deepest bliss as he closed his eyes and savored that first bite of milk-soaked chocolate cake. I want all those things and know I can’t have them, know I’ll never have them again, know I’ll have to be satisfied with remembering them, savoring them, eyes closed, satisfied for the moment that this, this is all there really is."
So yeah. This is what makes me really cry. Like I'm doing right now. I'm rather wishing I'd skipped this thread.
Interesting. Not a fan of Belgian waffles, but I'd walk a mile for a Belgian Trappist Ale. And have done. HUGE fan of St. Sebastian.
I have nothing to say about the actual article, however. As long as they preserve the monasteries and their ales, they can speak Klingon and dance with bears and all will be well with the world.
Let's see. I submitted my thesis to the graduate school on Tuesday, which means that in a few short weeks I'll have a shiny new MFA in Creative Writing degree to frame and gather dust while I spend my post-grad school days workin' for the Man.
I was going to post a link to an essay on my site, but I just reread it, and it's not as good as I thought it was, so I shan't inflict it upon you. Instead, I direct your attention to my zombie post because I like it.
HW, Nick...you know I'm right. You think that was an apple Eve ate? Too many fish tacos and you'll find yourself eating vegetarian soft tacos in Canada. And then where will you be? Oh, and you'll go blind. With hairy palms. An abomination, I tell you.
One of the few complaints I have about Oregon is the dearth of decent Mexican food, by which I mean, of course, Tex Mex. Not that I'm surprised, really. I'm not in Texas. Still. It's a travesty. Burritos seem to be the pinnacle of Mexican food in Eugene. Personally, I have nothing agaist burritos. But...goddamn. Wrapping shit in a flour tortilla does not a burrito make.
My favorite hole-in-the-wall place back in Texas (the panhandle) made their salsa fresh every day, and the spiciness was a crapshoot. Some days it had just enough kick to be interesting. Other days it singed your nose hairs from the kitchen. Tasty. Migas. Huevos rancheros. Sigh.
And...fish tacos, while delicious, are an abomination unto God.
You can still get virii from bittorrent, I've had files with an embedded virus on more than one occasion.
Interesting. I've not encountered any in my travels through that universe. Not to say I don't believe you -- at this point, I'll pretty much believe anything about the Internet. I tend toward the invitation-only private trackers, though, which, I think, mitigates the risk somewhat. My problems generally lie in the direction of resource management; that is, programs (Firefox, Skype, etc.) that suck up resources until my machine simply stops responding.
Yeah. Off-topic. Sorry. I'll have to check out CCleaner -- have not heard of this before.
Just throwing in another vote for AVG. The free version updates and scans nightly (the paid-for version allows for custom scan schedules). Since I gave up on warez and turned my life over to bittorrent, I've not really had any use for an AV. But, like a gun or a condom, it's nice to have just in case.
Hrm. I'm 3310. Couldn't find any historical significance to the number, but I did discover the following:
* It was a model number for popular a Nokia phone
* And an HP Printer.
* there's a website which has something to do with that latitude
* And some sort of chemical
I didn't delve any further for fear of ending up in a terrible Jim Carrey movie. Numbers aside, I don't post much, but I lurk a lot, surfacing occasionally to inject useless information into otherwise interesting threads before sinking again into the miasma of my lurkiness.
grrr..."ate" the FAT. the dog ATE the FAT. I previewed three times and still managed to miss this. Not that it's all that important, but still, you go through all the effort to make sure you've gotten rid of all the typos and stupid words and then miss an "e". It's frustrating.
Oh yeah, the three programs I linked to were free, or at least free to demo. The one that actually worked was free and and fully functional, so try these before you start dropping hefty cash to get data back. Good luck!
My first car was a Chrysler Cordoba. It had the less famous Doric Felt interior. On-topic, I have fond memories of Fantasy Island. Part of the swingin' Saturday night line-up following The Love Boat.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "Five years later and the site is full of
weirdoslovely people."wow...only five years? Seems like I've been dragging this bookmark around with me since at least the late 90s. Oddly enough, I don't even know for sure if I stumbled upon MoFi in 2003. Sounds about right, though. Wait. Profile says 2005. That can't be right. Really? Goddamn. What has this place done to me? I have to go lie down. Happy B-Day, all...who have all apparently been here much longer than I. At least I can still claim a user # in the low 100 thousands on Slashdot. Practically a charter member there. Sigh.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "At a time"
Re: the photographer Under the photo it mentions a subsequent visit. Most likely the paper sent the kid back with a photographer. Or something.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "111oneone!!"
Not a lurker, really. I consider myself more the endearing uncle who shows up every so often and invites folks to sit on his lap. In a good way.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "The Google Image Search Blog."
Dunno, TUM. Haven't found any clips online, and I'm not going to buy them. From the stills, however, there do appear to be balloon animals. Of course, if you weren't talking to me, then forget I said anything at all. I was never here.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
Did you know that, as of a few days ago, there were only 2 real clown porn videos available on the internet, both produced by the same company? You know, speaking of random searches turning up few results and all...
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "MORE AQUA IN EXCESS. "
Um...wow.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "Curious George softly weeps."
Thanks, GramMa (May I call you GramMa?). I think it says something of MoFi that I felt...safe enough to post anything at all. I've been online almost constantly (many hours daily) for ten years, and this is the only site I comment on (and that irregularly). I may not always feel included in everything here (I visit too erratically to follow most threads to know what's going on most of the time), but I always feel welcome. That's pretty impressive in my book. I say spare the poor ball cap, if you haven't wolfed it down already.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
Right. First, the "entertainment." * Wall-E -- go figure. Didn't expect it. * Jurassic Bark, and a few other Futurama episodes. Also, "Bender's Big Score" -- the whole Fry/Lars/Leela storyline. * Happy Feet Now, "real life." * Chocolate cake. By way of explanation, I'm lifting the following from a post on my blog because, well, I just can't bear to type it all up again. Please forgive the length. Background: I'd made my first chocolate cake from scratch and then decided to cook myself a meal to precede it. "I threw a quarter-inch slice of ham in a skillet, then grated a potato for hash browns. Once the ham-steak was ready, I made gravy, another one of those things that I grew up on that I will never make as well as my mother. Finally, I had a plateful of sliced ham and hash browns slathered in thick, ham gravy, and I realized, with some surprise, that I had made myself a comfort meal. Real home cooking. A special occasion meal; a going-home meal. The sort of meal that precedes a home-made chocolate cake. "And I suddenly wished Dad were still alive so he could have dinner with me. I wanted him to try my gravy and hash browns, try my chocolate cake, then tell me how far I had to go before I was as good a cook as Mom. I wanted him to tell me stories about the meals he ate growing up, the youngest of nine, with nieces older than him taking their place at the dining table in the tiny house his parents and siblings lived in. I wanted to chastise him for putting salt on everything before he even tasted it to see if it needed it. And I wanted him to tell me that I was a good cook, that I’d inherited something from his mom and my mom and, truth be told, from him, some quality, some skill that takes simple ingredients and makes something special and good from them. I wanted to sit across the table from him and eat a piece of chocolate cake, still hot from the oven, the frosting liquefying in the heat and running down the edges. I wanted to call him a freak for putting his cake in a bowl and pouring cold milk over it instead of slathering it with butter like any normal person. And I wanted to see his face relax in deepest bliss as he closed his eyes and savored that first bite of milk-soaked chocolate cake. I want all those things and know I can’t have them, know I’ll never have them again, know I’ll have to be satisfied with remembering them, savoring them, eyes closed, satisfied for the moment that this, this is all there really is." So yeah. This is what makes me really cry. Like I'm doing right now. I'm rather wishing I'd skipped this thread.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "Belgium go Bye Bye?"
Interesting. Not a fan of Belgian waffles, but I'd walk a mile for a Belgian Trappist Ale. And have done. HUGE fan of St. Sebastian. I have nothing to say about the actual article, however. As long as they preserve the monasteries and their ales, they can speak Klingon and dance with bears and all will be well with the world.
posted by malthusan 15 years ago
In "SelfpostFilter Returns"
Let's see. I submitted my thesis to the graduate school on Tuesday, which means that in a few short weeks I'll have a shiny new MFA in Creative Writing degree to frame and gather dust while I spend my post-grad school days workin' for the Man. I was going to post a link to an essay on my site, but I just reread it, and it's not as good as I thought it was, so I shan't inflict it upon you. Instead, I direct your attention to my zombie post because I like it.
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
In "Yummy delicious Tex-Mex."
HW, Nick...you know I'm right. You think that was an apple Eve ate? Too many fish tacos and you'll find yourself eating vegetarian soft tacos in Canada. And then where will you be? Oh, and you'll go blind. With hairy palms. An abomination, I tell you.
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
One of the few complaints I have about Oregon is the dearth of decent Mexican food, by which I mean, of course, Tex Mex. Not that I'm surprised, really. I'm not in Texas. Still. It's a travesty. Burritos seem to be the pinnacle of Mexican food in Eugene. Personally, I have nothing agaist burritos. But...goddamn. Wrapping shit in a flour tortilla does not a burrito make. My favorite hole-in-the-wall place back in Texas (the panhandle) made their salsa fresh every day, and the spiciness was a crapshoot. Some days it had just enough kick to be interesting. Other days it singed your nose hairs from the kitchen. Tasty. Migas. Huevos rancheros. Sigh. And...fish tacos, while delicious, are an abomination unto God.
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
In "Curious George: I"
You can still get virii from bittorrent, I've had files with an embedded virus on more than one occasion. Interesting. I've not encountered any in my travels through that universe. Not to say I don't believe you -- at this point, I'll pretty much believe anything about the Internet. I tend toward the invitation-only private trackers, though, which, I think, mitigates the risk somewhat. My problems generally lie in the direction of resource management; that is, programs (Firefox, Skype, etc.) that suck up resources until my machine simply stops responding. Yeah. Off-topic. Sorry. I'll have to check out CCleaner -- have not heard of this before.
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
Just throwing in another vote for AVG. The free version updates and scans nightly (the paid-for version allows for custom scan schedules). Since I gave up on warez and turned my life over to bittorrent, I've not really had any use for an AV. But, like a gun or a condom, it's nice to have just in case.
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
In "8"
Hrm. I'm 3310. Couldn't find any historical significance to the number, but I did discover the following: * It was a model number for popular a Nokia phone * And an HP Printer. * there's a website which has something to do with that latitude * And some sort of chemical I didn't delve any further for fear of ending up in a terrible Jim Carrey movie. Numbers aside, I don't post much, but I lurk a lot, surfacing occasionally to inject useless information into otherwise interesting threads before sinking again into the miasma of my lurkiness.
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
In "The Road To Clarity."
Interesting article, but I never found anything which explained how Hellertown and Bethlehem moved a mile closer just by changing the font.
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
In "New Yorker Monkeys Caption Contest"
"Just great. Another Tom Wolfe novel."
posted by malthusan 16 years ago
In "On Elliott Gould."
mmmm....Tom Selleck.
posted by malthusan 17 years ago
In "Curious, George: Simpletech, my ass."
grrr..."ate" the FAT. the dog ATE the FAT. I previewed three times and still managed to miss this. Not that it's all that important, but still, you go through all the effort to make sure you've gotten rid of all the typos and stupid words and then miss an "e". It's frustrating. Oh yeah, the three programs I linked to were free, or at least free to demo. The one that actually worked was free and and fully functional, so try these before you start dropping hefty cash to get data back. Good luck!
posted by malthusan 17 years ago
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