One of the biggest disappointments for me when DC Comics rebooted their universe with the new 52 was the changes made to Amanda Waller. The character went from an middle aged women of size to a younger and noticeably thinner woman.
That younger version of the character has now guided the…
I always Thought Chandra Wilson from Grey’s Anatomy would make a great Amanda. See to it, Hollywood.
OK…so at sushi places, you can get edamame. Edamame are cooked, salted soybean pods. This dish is called “edamame.” We didn’t have a word for it in English so we use the Japanese word. The beans, however, we have a word for…they are soybeans. We call them soybeans.
Something sinister happened a…
if society is so obsessed with borrowing form Japanese, then why don’t we call soybeans “Daizu” (which is Japanese for soybean)
Bumping for people who have been saying that “edamame” is Japanese for “soybeans.” Edamame is the prepared dish, not the beans themselves.
But, I know, language is fluid and these things happen and who cares, right?. I think the reason why it annoys me is because we don’t want to use the word “soy” because it doesn’t sound nice. “Soy” interestingly, is from a DIFFERENT Japanese word “shoyu” which we commonly call “soy sauce.”
When I was growing up…you couldn’t even buy soybeans at the supermakret…it’s a relatively new thing, while “soy products” have been around for a long time. Fancy salad places want to use a new, more elegant-sounding word for a commodity crop that America produces TONS of and has been producing for hundreds of years. I guess I can’t blame them…but triggers my BS detectors.
Re-marketing of food is far from new.
The “UNIQ” fruit was traditionally known as “Ugly fruit” for decades.
"Ramps", the hot new hipster vegetable, was known in endless fairy tales as Rampion.
And of course there’s the genius that thought to it as canola oil, and not rapeseed oil.
My corgi always manages to pee on his little stubby feet every time we go for a walk. Does Otis do that? I don't know how to get him to stop peeing on himself.
Otis recently learned how to lift his rear stumps to more accurately claim bushes for Wales. He hasn’t had any trouble peeing on his feet, though he has fallen over when he lifted his leg with too much enthusiasm.
I’m not really sure what advice I can give. Perhaps someone can leave a tip or link in the comments. Maybe you can get him little rain boots like this piggy has.
being vegan is so emotionally draining like i can’t even look at someone drinking a milkshake without wanting to cry this is ridiculous if your ‘food’ makes me emotionally distressed that might be a sign that it’s not good
“You know, funny story: There’s this craft store called Michaels. Look, my sister knits, and she goes to Michaels. So my sister called me and she’s like, “Oh my god, I’m at Michaels, picking up yarn. You have a poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “What?” She’s like, “There’s a poster, there’s a Falcon poster at Michaels.” I’m like, “Holy s**t!” She’s like, “I’m gonna come and pick you up, and we’re gonna see your poster in this store.” So she picks me up and we go to Michaels. We go in, and I see the poster and I’m like, “Oh, this is….” She’s like, “I know, I know.” I said, “I’m gonna sign these posters.” I was like, “That would be amazing, you buy a poster and it’s like, actually signed by the Falcon.” Like, it would blow my mind. So I go to the front, I buy a Sharpie, I run back to the back of the store. And she’s like, “I’m gonna take a picture of you signing it.” I’m in this store and I’m signing all the posters. The manager comes out, he’s like, “Hey, whatcha doing?” I was like, “Oh man, I’m signing these posters so when people buy ‘em, they’re signed.” He’s like, “Well, people are not gonna buy ‘em if they’re signed.” And I was like, “No, no, no, it’s cool. I’m pretty sure there won’t be a problem.” And he goes, “Yeah, but it is gonna be a problem, you’re messin’ up my inventory.” And I’m like, “No, my man, trust me. I mean, I’m the Falcon, that’s me!” And he goes, “Yeah, right. You’re gonna buy those posters.” I said, “What?” He’s like, “You’re gonna buy all those posters or I’m gonna call the police.” He rolls up all the posters and goes to the front of the store. And I had to buy like 60 Falcon posters that I signed in Michaels.”
-Anthony Mackie getting in trouble for signing his posters at a Michaels (x)
I sincerely hope a bunch of you watched the new Fargo series on FX
Twenty minutes in and I’m already pre-ordering the Season One DVD.
Martin Freeman and The Most Expressive Eyeballs in Show Business plays it perfectly as Lester Nygaard, a wimpy little insurance salesman from Minnesota. His life is thrown upside down by a chance meeting with a mysterious man named Lorne Malvo (Billy Bob Thornton) who obligingly…well, it’s all too good. Let’s say he does Lester a favor, if you describe “favor” as when the serpent advised Eve that apples are delicious.
Freeman’s character is clearly in the Jerry Lundegaard mold from the film, but Lester is more from the school of Anton Chigurh in No Country for Old Men. He’s as worrying as Lester is hapless. He seems to be running his own little social experiments; providing helpful advice to people, and watching things fall apart when people take it.
I expected to like Martin freeman, I was not expecting to enjoy so much of the rest. My Tuesday’s are now quite full of television.
May the force be with you, Master Jack Robinson. Two days ago, family and friends of four-year-old Jack Robinson fulfilled his last wish with a Star Wars-themed funeral.
Riding in a fire engine wasn’t enough. Getting get well wishes from Matt Smith wasn’t enough. Jack Robinson, who died earlier this month after tearing through an epic bucket list, had one final hurrah.
With a stormtrooper honor guard accompanying him, Jack got an honest-to-goodness Jedi sendoff.
Presumably he was not burned on a pyre, but he was brave enough that he’d have deserved it.
If I had a great deal of money, I’d start a fund or something in his name.