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Does salsa count as a vegetable? I figure if Ronald Reagan can declare ketchup a vegetable for the purpose of food stamps or school lunches or something, I can count salsa as a vegetable.
Oh, hey, dude, excellent -- salsa is a vegetable! And it has been since 1998. Where the hell have I been. Now, can we make onion dip a vegetable? How about chocolate? There are beans involved....
I remember getting a trivia question in a Christmas cracker when I was in Hong Kong that asked what's the one ingredient necesary for something to be called ketchup. Surprisingly, it's not tomatoes -- it's vinegar. Go figure.
I'm reading The Economist's year-end double issue now -- they let their reporters go off and cover whatever they think may be interesting. This year taht includes the history of the tango, history through beer, what makes espresso espresso, the Bridget Jones economy, the psychology of happiness among Filippina amahs in Hong Kong, and a really funny piece on unlikely tourist destinations -- Zimbabwe, North Korea and Port Harcourt, Nigeria. The scary part is, the Zimbabwe river safari actually sounds really really cool -- even the part about irate hippos that can bite a crocoodile in half. I could do that. But I'll wait til I have my Australia pictures up before I go anywhere else.
Why hasn't The Crocodile Hunter ever done anything with hippos? Huh? He claims to be a real man, and he's afraid of a little (ok, several ton) herbivore (that can, admittedly, bit a croc in half). Let's see you do that, mate. Crikey! (Or has there been a hippo show, and I just haven't seen it? Hell, my TV was stolen and stillhaven't gotten another one. En route from the insurance folks, they say......)
Olympics start in less than a month, and Lotti si asking me when she can come over and watch with me. Hah. Yeah. Right. Lotti and her ilk enjoy torturing me with mock-jingoistic comments (I hope their mock) about foreign athletes and such. Drives me nuts. Also, i'm a big sucker for te olympics and cry and stuff, so it's probably something I'll watch alone. Is it a bad sign that I'll probably be huddled in front of the TV with cats on my lap and a pint of Ben and Jerry's watching figure skating and crying at the emotional bits? Nah. Didn't think so.
Does salsa count as a vegetable? I figure if Ronald Reagan can declare ketchup a vegetable for the purpose of food stamps or school lunches or something, I can count salsa as a vegetable.
Oh, hey, dude, excellent -- salsa is a vegetable! And it has been since 1998. Where the hell have I been. Now, can we make onion dip a vegetable? How about chocolate? There are beans involved....
I remember getting a trivia question in a Christmas cracker when I was in Hong Kong that asked what's the one ingredient necesary for something to be called ketchup. Surprisingly, it's not tomatoes -- it's vinegar. Go figure.
I'm reading The Economist's year-end double issue now -- they let their reporters go off and cover whatever they think may be interesting. This year taht includes the history of the tango, history through beer, what makes espresso espresso, the Bridget Jones economy, the psychology of happiness among Filippina amahs in Hong Kong, and a really funny piece on unlikely tourist destinations -- Zimbabwe, North Korea and Port Harcourt, Nigeria. The scary part is, the Zimbabwe river safari actually sounds really really cool -- even the part about irate hippos that can bite a crocoodile in half. I could do that. But I'll wait til I have my Australia pictures up before I go anywhere else.
Why hasn't The Crocodile Hunter ever done anything with hippos? Huh? He claims to be a real man, and he's afraid of a little (ok, several ton) herbivore (that can, admittedly, bit a croc in half). Let's see you do that, mate. Crikey! (Or has there been a hippo show, and I just haven't seen it? Hell, my TV was stolen and stillhaven't gotten another one. En route from the insurance folks, they say......)
Olympics start in less than a month, and Lotti si asking me when she can come over and watch with me. Hah. Yeah. Right. Lotti and her ilk enjoy torturing me with mock-jingoistic comments (I hope their mock) about foreign athletes and such. Drives me nuts. Also, i'm a big sucker for te olympics and cry and stuff, so it's probably something I'll watch alone. Is it a bad sign that I'll probably be huddled in front of the TV with cats on my lap and a pint of Ben and Jerry's watching figure skating and crying at the emotional bits? Nah. Didn't think so.
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