I just opened a can of lemonade. It's far too sweet. When did lemonade become too sweet?
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I just opened a can of lemonade. It's far too sweet. When did lemonade become too sweet?
I find there's two types of lemonade. There's the 7-Up/Sprite kind which is made according to the secret recipe of "50% water, 50% sugar - what do you mean there's supposed to be lemon in it?".
The other sort is "cloudy lemonade". This tends to be much sharper than the other kinds and often has pulped lemons in it. It can still be fairly sweet but the taste is less drowned out by sugar. It's usually still rather than sparkling.
Hey! We had several sunny days this summer.
Why didn't you take a few seconds to think what time signature it was in before making the wrong one?
I mean, I only really know the start of Fur Elise, but I could immediately tell there was no way it was in 4/4.
While I will disagree with you there, I feel that 7-Up is in a category of its own, I will agree with you that there are three to four types of lemonade.
7-Up variety
Water/sugar variety
Trying to be lemon flavour variery
Actually lemonade
This was the second, and most common variery, water/sugar. It may be* because I have been severely cutting back on sweet things (I want to maintain my fitness), but I honestly don't remember it being this sickly sweet.
*Ok, almost certainly is.
Which brand?
I know. But I know of several non-dangerous native plants and animals.
I guess Britain and Australia are even... For now...
My brain broke.
And I only really know the start as well. Which I was transcribing from memory after not seeing a piece of sheet music for it for years and four four time is really easy to produce in vector form, but three eight is hard and now I'm not going to bother with a key signature.
And in my defence... I forgot that there is an anacrusis equivalent to a beat and that everything is semiquavers and because I can only remember the first bar plus anacrusis from the top of my head and thought they were quavers I assumed that it was a four four bar!
Sorry... Run on sentences because art is hard. And anyway, I don't know why I bothered with it to begin with... I'm only using the first six notes of the song.
I think your problem is that you are drinking lemonade out of a can. I've never had good lemonade from a can. But perhaps that's just because I eat lemons by themselves and think that they should be free of the corruption of water.
Well, you don't have to bother with a key signature because it's in A minor. :smalltongue:
Indeed you guys did and it was lovely. The very first interaction I had once I got into Birmingham over the summer was one of the leaders from Ireland apologizing for the weather only for me to tell her it had just been 49 C back in the states. She then swore. :smallbiggrin:
Haha! Take that physics tests.! I crush you beneath my mighty intellect!
Except for the handful of questions I couldn't do, and the mistakes I may have made...
Well, given that "all that stuff" indeed means "all that stuff", I guess the answer should be "yes". I sometimes feel like I'm really busy, but then I look back at my life and realise how much time I actually spend doing something completely pointless. And then I go back to playing FTL.
Actually, it's more like this:
Which will be a great source of enjoyment. Also, I bask in the light of minds enlightened. I would become a teacher wouldn't I become something I want to become even more instead. :smallwink:
See, the day when you actually set out to get drunk for real, you'll going to end up on the emergency ward for critical liver failure. And that wouldn't be a good thing. :smallwink:
Yeah, probably. Given, the job is only 25% at most, but then again, I don't actually need it per se either. It'll just look good on my resume, and allows me to do something mostly useful.
And I suppose I'm lucky who can go to university in the town where I grew up. I don't have to run out of friends just because I'm going home over the weekend, seeing how I still live with my parents. I intend to move out some day, but I'm just way too comfortable with my life as it is, and I'll miss my little brother (the older, especially)...
Yeah. Given, I could need some strong booze right now, but since I'm still going on painkillers, I probably should refrain from drinking for a while...
Thanks! And thanks to all of you whose congratulation-similies I either cut out or didn't bother to move here because I'm seriously not in the mood to excert myself right now... :smallsmile:
:smallsigh:
Thanks. I could really need something like that right now. Especially with added sugar. :smallsmile:
I suppose this is some sort of reference (Hetalia?), seeing how the Swedish language is pretty much void of apostrophes...
Just one more level, just one more turn. Authors were the true predecessors in the search for the ultimate way of ensuring addiction in your recipients.
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Exam went straight to Hell and I missed the train. The day started good, I was up in due time, my exam code was really easy to memorise, I left the house in good time and arrived at the exam hall in good time as well...
Except, it wasn't the right exam hall.
You see, I always double-check my facts, because I'm constantly worried that I'll get something wrong, and my worries are always baseless, because I've actually got a pretty good memory. On the other hand, there seems to be a law dictating that the more prepared I am for something, the less likely it is to happen, and the same applies to oversights, so at those rare times when I forget or otherwise neglect to double-check something, it's pretty much guaranteed to be wrong. And this was one of those cases.
I pretty much immediatly realise that something is wrong when I get to the exam hall I though we would be at, as my course isn't listed on the table for placement along the bench rows. Now, I'm going to be late, but they let you in up to half an hour after the exam has started, and I've got my computer with me, so I just open it up and check my mail for where the exam actually is taking place. I recognise the street name, but I can't quite place it in the sudden stress, so I open up our friendly neighbourhood map searching tool and enter the street adress. From the look of the area, I recognise it as a place on the other end of the town, and immediately jump up on my bike to get there.
After a quarter, I'm finally there, but something isn't right. For a starter, the street number isn't right, and neither is the street, but I figure the uni has another exam hall in the general area. Low office rent and all that. It isn't until I've gone to all the bounds of the area I should search within that I stop and realise something must be seriously wrong.
I once again dig out my computer from my backpack, thank the heavens for not raining upon me and open it up. I once again study the map, and I notice a name written not far from the marker I'm heading for. That name is the name of the industrial area on the other side of the town from where I'm standing now, and I've got ~5 minutes left before they lock the doors, i.e. it's a pointless effort.
Now, I'd agreed to meet up with a coursemate after the exam to work on a school project, and due to a lack of useful means of communications (you can't text someone taking an exam, as they might've forgotten to turn off their phone), I figured the only reliable way of getting in contact was just to wait him out. So, I get to the exam hall somewhere close to 10 minutes after they've locked the doors, so I've got nothing to do but to, curled up in a miserable little ball, sit down on the cold concrete and hope he'll finish soon. It's quite cold outside, and I deeply regretted not bringing a cap, even though caps work quite badly together with bicycle helmets.
After one hour and 20 minutes, our lecturer arrives, and he cheerfully greets me with an "Already finished?". I tell him my predicament, and he goes into deep contemplation, trying to figure out some way he can solve it for me that doesn't include waiting until the middle of January. Sadly, doing something like that would run into the problem with prejudice (the "30 minutes - locked doors" rule is an anti-cheating meassure, and if he lets me through, he'll have to do it to others as well), and I'll tell him that there isn't much to do it, and that I'll just have to retake the exam. At least I could follow him through the door to the lobby, where I could warm myself and talk to the friends who already have finished the exam (not many by then, but still). My time outside had frozen me to the bones, and it took another hour to just thaw up again.
I'm just happy I didn't have to wait the following two and a half hours it took for my friend to finish the exam waiting outside. Being cold helped getting my thoughts off why I was there in the first case, but ~4 hours would've been borderline dangerous...
The worst part is that I was so prepared for this exam. I would in all likelyhood have gotten the top grade. And then I miss it all because I forget to double-check my facts. Twice. So I'm in a sort of foul mood, and the almost hour spent biking around town at top speed, followed by an hour and 20 minutes spent trying as efficiently as possible to drop my body temperature as low as possible, will most likely cause me to crash in a full-blown cold tomorrow. If I'm lucky.
Jay.
:sigh:
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Wow :smalleek:
I am very glad my studies are all on one campus.
*hugs Teddy*
Teddy: I think it might be a reference to the swedish chef. Or possibly that swedes or at least swedish-americans have a tendency to drop letters/syllables from words, regardless of whether there are apostrophes in the formal syntax or not.
I'm leaning towards the former, though, honestly, as I can't remember anything about the Swedish-Americans other than that they live in the cheese-producing states predominantly and may or may not be responsible for the Minnesotan accent.
Where did you get that idea? :smallconfused: People hate the truth. They say they want it, but they can't handle the truth!
*so many hugs for Teddy*
Teeeeeeddyyyyyy. ;____;
I'm sorry this has happened. If anyone ever needed a budgie hug, it is you!
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I will make you poppy-pod tea, then, syrupy with wildflower honey. For a few hours you will be as a hot air balloon hovering carefree a kilometre above the earth.
Ahahahahaha...hahaha...haha. Oh yes. You can grow orchids outside there! How fabulous. I was at first imagining a potted heirloom plant on a windowsill, which was rather hibernocentric of me.
I love shade gardens. I transplanted some hostas and bleeding hearts to a shady patch in my garden at the end of September, and I look forward to their beauty in the spring. I also have some foxglove seeds I'm going to plant in another shady area.
I love when cats do that. Especially when they roll on their back, inviting a bellyrub, and then once your hand is deep in the fluff they trap it there in a jagged ticklish-painful vice.Quote:
Attack here was merely used as a term to emphasise the intensity with which she focuses on her self imposed task. But I am rather ticklish, so I fear that my uncontrolled laughter may disturb her.
That is often the case when the cat plays with my hand. The pain is minimal as she drags her teeth across my skin in a playful imitation of hunting, but it does tickle rather a lot.
Her claws on the other hand...
So long as you kept your hand still, Mabel would not be discouraged by your laughter. She would preen your eyebrows, and peck your tear ducts, eyelashes, and nose while she was at it. <3 I love when she gets nibbly.
I look forward to seeing it, whatever you do!Quote:
Well... I'm not sure what style I shall employ yet. But I will attempt to base my images off actual cephalopods.
Okay... You accept Cephalopodan, but not cephalopod?
When I am done, I shall link the finished artwork to you. Perhaps I shall produce a short comic strip involving the aforementioned Kraken and the individual attempting to play the piano.
Unfortunately, I drew the piano from the back such that the expressions of the musician were visible as they encountered problems with their playing.
Also... The keyboard was causing me to great distress.
See I thought Fur Elise opened with semiquaver triplets for some reason, and checking the sheet music I'm dead wrong -- so you're not the only one who would make a mistake at first.
That is a greater kindness than I deserve, unfortunately. :smalltongue:Quote:
Nonsense. I always do my best to interpret the things you say such that they are completely innuendo free. That way, I am able to enjoy your poetic speech more easily.
*is conservative and old-fashioned*
Although I don't direct my innuendos at you out of respect for that very reason.
Yes, I imagine you [plural] don't -- I have broken quite a few reading Cobra's posts, who seems to delight in titillating my active imagination, the scrumptious bastard.
The stupid part is that I have all my lectures and classes in a 100 metres radius area, and there is an exam hall in there as well which we practically never uses. Then there are two bigger buildings with two exam halls each located in the industrial areas of the town, one in each end, and neither of these buildings is anywhere close to any other part of the university (which in turn are scattered all over the southern half of the town).
I think the reason is low rental costs, which sounds reasonable to strive for when you're talking about buildings the size of a larger sport hall that only are in use 2 weeks at a time 4 times each year...
Yes, this is exactly what I need. Something warm and fluid that will make me forget everything and let me go to bed with a smile on my lips. I think I'll make myself a large cup of tea (hmm, I wonder if my OotS mug has gone through the dishwasher since this morning) and take another dose of painkillers. That should at least make my attempts at sleeping painless.
Also, thank you all for your hugs. Your sympathies are really heartwarming when I've had a bad day. :smallsmile:
I have come to the conclusion that I should not be allowed to own hats. My first top hat, I took on a pub crawl and didn't bring it back. My trilby, the signature one that my avatar wears, I lost many months ago, I know not where. And now my pride and joy, my genuine Australian Snowy River Akubra bush hat is missing, and I can't for the life of me remember where I last had it. I expect the only reason I still have my second top hat is because it's been sat on my shelf unworn for ages.
:smallfrown:
The trilby is replaceable, if I can be bothered. The Snowy River hat I got on the other side of the world, and cost $120 AUD. It is not replaceable, and its loss makes me very sad.
See, I have increased my hat collection from 1 to 6 in the last 2 months...
Sorry for your loss, Helio. Maybe it will turn up eventually...
I've got a thing for hats, but have never really got used to wearing them. I wear a hat (well, a cap, really) more now that I'm in college than ever just because usually I wake up so late that I am unable and/or unwilling to comb my hair. What I really want is a Huck Finn cap, something to play gigs in, but I can't find one. I've been forced to go topless.
A gentlemanly shark just joined this thread. I do believe that this thread just grew a mite more random.
Just a thought.
I came here with an undyed wool handknit toque. Since then, I have acquired, in order: the hat from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, a grey-blue-silver ex-soviet military ushanka, a sparkly cheap plastic magician's top hat, and now a white top hat (slightly dirty) and a white bowler (not quite as dirty). And a white wig too.
I had a nice straw trilby, as pictured here:
But it disappeared.
I also had a fake ex-soviet Ushanka when I was younger, pictured here, but it doesn't fit me anymore:
I had a white trilby too, but I got mustard stains on it by accident and it never came out.
And I also had a normal trilby which seems to have disappeared? Or did I leave it at home? I can't remember.
I also have a gasmask though.
There are a few other pictures of hats that I've only ever worn once, and oh apparently when I was just a babe I had a hat too
But yeah.
The story of Gwyn's life in hats.
Oh, the bel-air hat kinda looks like this:
Greetings to everyone who said hello to me, who I can't be bothered to quote.
You'll find that's one of my most fun features. Well, that and pedantry.
No, it's the hat thread.
See, look at the title of my post. Hat thread.
Aw, you were so cute when you were little, Gwyn.