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The "baby" carrot lie. I can't stand "baby" carrots. They don't even taste like real carrots, and they are not immature at all, rather they are chunks of unattractive full-grown carrots that have been cut to uniform size, peeled, rinsed, packaged, and sold at an incredibly high markup. Real carrots on the other hand, are sweet and delicious, cheap, and so easy to prepare that it's totally absurd that people gravitate toward the stumpy, overpriced alternative. Do yourself a favor, buy some big orange whole carrots in bulk, and a stalk of celery too, while you're at it. Spend three minutes rinsing, peeling, and chopping. Now you have a couple days' worth of snacks. Better, cheaper, and fresher than the prepackaged versions. Tags: food, links
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Just now as I was scrubbing down the kitchen sink thrice with Comet, discovering a blinding white gleam beneath the buildup of coffee stains etc, I thought to myself, "I would like to know about some good daily blogs." Yes, the mind tends to wander during heavy cleaning. So I was wondering, readers, if you could recommend some entertaining regularly-updated online journals. Any subject welcome -- except politics because I don't need the agita, honestly. I am already familiar with all of the celeb gossip blogs, so, none of those either. I only really read one, Oh No They Didn't, which is a clearinghouse of all of them. thankew Tags: links
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The best athlete blog in the history of the universe : * * * "I’m really serious when I say this: I’m trying to buy an island. Diana Ross has one. You know, if you look at property in the states, if you look at my house, I paid $2 million for it and then there’s an island for $1 million. I’m like, “Woah, I have to buy an island.” I’m really looking into that. I know I said was was afraid of the stingrays and sharks, but I actually got into the water with sharks on my vacation. I was swimming every morning with them. They were little 3-foot long sharks called blackheads. The locals said nobody has ever been bitten by a shark, there haven’t been any shark attacks, you know they’re not aggressive sharks. So I was like, “All right, let me go in and give it a try.” But that was after I’d seen little kids in there swimming already, then I knew I could go in. I wasn’t going to be the first one in, that’s for sure." * * * I wish he still played for the Warriors. Edit: Special picture added for Marly, with old-school typewriter  BECAUSE HE WRITES HIS BLOG ON A TYPEWRITER Tags: links
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Charlie Brown = Charles Bukowski“You’re looking sort of beat there, baby,” Charlie said. “You don’t know the half of it,” said Schroeder. “It’s these girls. They’ll kill me one of these days. They just won’t quit, Branaski! Every time I think I might get some sleep, here comes another one, pounding at my door. It’s enough to drive me mad.” “I bet Beethoven never had these problems.” “Beethoven probably had the clap,” said Schroeder. They sat and drank their beers and talked about women. “There’s Lucy and Violet. They’re some real pieces of work, Branaski. They don’t get jealous of each other and sometimes one will come over while I’ve still got the other one in the sack! It’s not like Frieda. I think that Frieda would kill me if she ever found another woman over. It’s nothing but trouble, all the time. More trouble than it’s worth, I can tell you that much.” And Charlie said, “Maybe you should just give it up.” Schroeder laughed and clapped Charlie on the back. “I could never give up women for the same reason I could never give up the piano, Charlie Branaski: I’m just too damn good.” Tags: links
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