One thing I noticed when travelling through the states is how many American cities have no city centre with just pedestrian traffic. Everything is made with cars in mind, everything is a thoroughfare. In the city where I live in the Netherlands, I can get on my bike and be in the city centre within fifteen minutes. It's faster to get there by bike, than it is by car. and the city is better for it.
I like going to the market on foot, visiting the city centre on foot, going to pubs, and restaurants, and everything you want out of a city on foot, bike or public transit. You guys would like it too if you convinced city planners to give it a try.
People have made entire flowcharts to guide people towards their ideal King gizzard album.
They are so prolific that they have something for everyone. It is important to find the right entry point though.
Their lastest album is more thrash than doom or stoner. I like all three of those genres, but if you are into the doomy kind of stuff they made an excellent track called "great chain of being", which is my favorite track off of the album Gumboot Soup.
Crumbling castle is my favorite King Gizz song, and this album is definitely in my top three. Glad you liked it, but be prepared to fall down an amazing rabbit hole!
That's a heavy thing to experience. Thanks for sharing. I could see why these experiences would lead you to return, in any case it's a good thing that you are still here.
Elize Caram was humming softly as she was putting the finishing touches on her latest creation. Marie O'Bain observed her target carefully through her scope, hoping to catch her in the act of cheating, with regards to the rules and regulations governing this particular endeavor. Not as in the act of cheating between lovers or companions in an exclusive relationship, but the far more serious kind of cheating that goes on in televised baking competitions.
Marie trained her rifle on Elize, as she moved from counter to oven. Elize being the person moving that is, not Marie. It would be really weird if Marie would try to shoot Elize from a considerable distance while simultaneously decorating a cake. No Marie had been clever and had already baked her cake this afternoon. She was sure it was going to be a winner. She'd bribed one judge already, blackmailed another, and arranged for the sudden removal of another judge's lower intestines.
Nothing nor nobody was going to stand between her and the ultimate prize. The only threat left was Elize, with her dimply freckled charm up the wazoo. Oh gosh I can't believe you guys picked me, I'm positively gushing with undeserved glee, “blegh” Marie thought. Baking is no place for twee feelings, not an environment for the giddy or the soft-hearted. “Baking is hell,” Marie thought, pulled the trigger.
A shot rang out in the amphitheatre, destroying a beautiful Schwarzwalder kirsch torte and killing a surprised woman in the same moment. The stage was strewn with blood and brown cake. As Marie moved from her position in the skybox down to the floor, she smiled to herself. When she reached the corpse of her rival, she bent down and rifled through her pockets. Elize's pockets, not her own, of course, she could be looking for something at that moment in her own pockets, but in this case, they were the pockets of the corpse below her. Also, she was not using her rifle to rifle through the pockets, which would be weird. She did have a second pocket rifle with her at the time, though mentioning this would be superfluous.
Due to not appearing the next day, Elize was disqualified, and Marie won the competition. The remaining judges praised her for her innovative use of meat in desserts, and her bold choice of flavor in the pink icing.
“gate's open come on in.” Burzimeth said, motioning the newest recruit into the office with a wave of his claw and a smile like a razor. “We're having shorts day today, so I'm afraid you're overdressed. You will do better next time I'm sure.” Another wave. “This here is Graftak, our expert on ennui. He's going to be your mentor for the next [indeterminate]. This here is Yunsothalblirg, our office secretary. She will designate your alloted usage of the waterwarmer and the coffeesponge. And looking good while doing it. Ain't that right babe?”
“what do you mean, you're not supposed to be here?” Everyone loves it here and you will too. Won't he, Snubrtyuftagingadplort? Of course he will! We are a team here and you are the newest member of our team. So what do you say, teamy? Teamy tim? Tim time teamy o buddy oh pal? Tim timminy Tim Timmity Timtimsharoo? Ha! You'll love it here, and I can tell already you're going to fit right in!
“Mark my words buddy, you'll get the hang of it in no time. We have Muzak Mondays, Taco Tuesdays, Waffle Wednesdays, Taco Thursdays, Taco Fridays and on Saturday and Sunday we have soup and songs.... And ocassionally tacos.” Every other week we alternate clothing and food so we never get bored! And we're having a luau soon. Ah here is your desk, see. The chair is fitted to you specifically and the clockhands keep you at the desk for the [indeterminate]”
“Tim, my buddy, pal, friendorino. You're not getting out that way.The gate won't open again 'til management says you've done your part. Look, just give it some time. I'm sure you're going to be a valued member here, licketysplit. All you gotta do is put in the work, put in the effort, be a team player, keep your hands on the ball and glue your eyes to the prize. Let's you and me go forward together, we'll get you onboard. We'll touch base and keep socializing until we solutionize the heck out of this. Comprende comrade? Capiche cabron?”
[low groans of anguish, clicking of claws, the smell of burnt toast and, finally, the squishing of coffee]
“Ahh, that hits the spot, babe, thanks. Told you Timmy was gonna work out. The clockhands never fail to granulate and interrogaze. Oh, be a dear and get the poles will you? It's limbotime.”
I was in the north of Norway recently, and it was really weird how my sleep cycle was completely disturbed by the continuous light. I'd think it would get easier if you live there for a long time but apparently no?
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Ooh, I have my own version of this:
Ingredients:
4 large Crumbly potatoes
1 Onion (large)
2 Eggs (large)
Grated cheese (preferably Gouda)
Herbs: Salt, pepper, oregano, paprika powder.
Cut the potatoes in equal sizes cubes, Par-boil the cubes.
Then put them in a large frying pan with lots of butter, bake until browning\Maillard starts.
Then throw in the onions, fruiting them, then add the two beaten eggs.
Add the cheese on top, with the salt, pepper and herbs.
Put the lid on, let it settle on low heat for ten minutes.
Great hangover food.