I suppose you could make a case for this being an unusual outbreak of honesty regarding urban colonisation, but I strongly suspect that she doesn't even realise what she's saying.
(Thanks to alexmacpherson for the link.)
This picture is providing me with far more entertainment than is strictly necessary. I've never had a problem with other Australian test captains over the years, despite the routine hammerings they gave us. Border, Taylor and S.Waugh always seemed like decent blokes who just happened to be awesome cricketers with excellent tactical brains. But Ponting's attitude has always rubbed me up the wrong way, and seeing him upset like this fills me with glee.
"The common people in Scotland, who are fed with oatmeal, are in general neither so strong, nor so handsome as the same rank of people in England who are fed with wheaten bread. They neither work so well, nor look so well; and as there is not the same difference between the people of fashion in the two countries, experience would seem to show that the food of the common people in Scotland is not so suitable to the human constitution as that of their neighbors of the same rank in England. But it seems to be otherwise with potatoes. The chairmen, porters, and coalheavers in London, and those unfortunate women who live by prostitution, the strongest men and the most beautiful women perhaps in the British dominions, are said to be the greater part of them from the lowest rank of people in Ireland, who are generally fed with this root. No food can afford a more decisive proof of its nourishing quality, or of its being peculiarly suitable to the health of the human constitution."From The Wealth Of Nations (Of The Rent Of Land Part I: Of The Produce Of Land That Always Affords Rent)
David Foster Wallace, the novelist, essayist and humorist best known for his 1996 novel "Infinite Jest," was found dead Friday night at his home in Claremont, according to the Claremont Police Department. He was 46.
Jackie Morales, a records clerk at the department, said Wallace's wife called police at 9:30 p.m. Friday saying she had returned home to find that her husband had hanged himself.
experimental horse music
This is an ancient ILX meme. Somebody mistyped 'experimental house music' and it got taken up as an all-purpose obscure faux genre.
The fourth Doctor liked to offer aggressive enemies jellybabies. They rarely accepted.
signalling to mars
From Winter Holiday, my favourite Swallows and Amazons book. It's told from the perspective of Dick and Dorothea, two new characters who start the book enviously observing the adventures of the Walkers and Blacketts. After a couple of chapters, they decide to contact them using light flashes encoded in morse, which Dorothea calls 'signalling to Mars'. The Martians decode the message, send an answer, and joint adventuring ensues.
the uselessness of everything
The title of the book that the Muskrat is reading in Finn Family Moomintroll. The Muskrat is a glum soul who fancies himself a philosopher, and spends nearly all of his time lying in a hammock with his head in his book. At the end of the story the Hobgoblin magically transforms the book into one called 'The Usefulness Of Everything'. The Muskrat is not impressed.
A poor quasi-pun on computer scientists' qualification of human languages as 'natural'. I'm interested in pretty much all languages, natural or otherwise, but given that programming is my job, I spend a lot more time thinking about the unnatural ones than the natural ones.
Yet another old ILXism, this time invented by Ronan, casting around for a shorthand to describe that emotional rush you feel when you first meet someone you really connect with.
All the polling card does is tell you when and where to vote and helpfully list your details as they appear on the electoral register. So, if you've got one, it can make the process a little quicker but that's it. If you haven't, don't worry - if you are on the electoral register, you can still vote.
If you are Michael Vaughan, you decide that 513 isn't a big enough lead and wait another eight overs before declaring. Now, there is no earthly way NZ are going to win from this position, so it looks as though all he's done is shorten the length of time that they need to survive to secure a draw. I wonder if this match is weighing heavily on his mind.
I *think* I've manage to rescue it via addition of ad-hoc extra foil base to the bottom of the tin; there was only mild leakage and the foil should be capable of catching the drips until the cake seals itself. My only major worry is that in my panic I removed the cake from the oven for at least three or four minutes before I had the presence of mind to improvise the fix.
Edit: I've just turned the cake and it appears to be progressing well. It's risen a fair bit and the foil seems to have done the trick wrt stopping the drips.
Edit 2: 'Tis done! It may have taken almost an hour and twenty minutes since I first put it in the oven (exactly twice the time on the recipe), but I now have a respectable looking cake cooling in my kitchen, cooked right through and everything. There don't even seem to be any over-dry bits. Hurrah!