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Geo

Geo

Lore Master
I was thinking that bikini day (that I now realize it's not the same that bikini Friday) was July 05. Because it was in July 05, 1946 when the first bikini (two-piece swimsuit) was presented at a fashion show and given its name.

So, what is bikini Friday?
 
MineOwnKing

MineOwnKing

Scribal Lord
Bikini Friday is a hashtag on twitter--last chance to Instagram that hot body before Spring Break is over.

I believe it's also celebrated every Friday of the year.

You guys were way off base. :)

Try to be more modern.
 
Nimue

Nimue

Dark Lord
Hahaha, my Canadian friend loves When Calls the Heart! I've never heard anybody else say they've watched it, but now that I'm reminded of it I might binge it one of these weekends...

But also: Yes, magical Mountie romance, please.
 
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Heliotrope

Staff
Article Team
Hmmmmm, being Canadian I'm intrigued.....

But also, in Canada Brokeback Mounties would be the shortest story ever:

"We are in love"

"Oh, ok. When's the wedding?"

The End (and every one smokes a joint and drinks some delicious craft beer)
 
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ThinkerX

Valar Lord
Easter at the homestead with a fair portion of the extended family today. Took a fair bit out of me - by long tradition, I am the one that hides the Easter Eggs, and the accessible portion of the homestead covers several acres. Had to go over it several times.

Weird thing was one of the seven year olds did a vastly better job of finding the eggs than the half dozen or so teenagers. And she didn't cheat, either - just a naturally keen eye, I guess. She raked in over eighty bucks, more than the teenagers combined.
 
Chilari

Chilari

Staff
Moderator
Easter didn't turn out quite how I'd hoped, but we managed to salvage something. Granny went into hospital on Thursday, urgent stuff (but not too serious - I've spoken to her today and she's well, eager to get home), but that meant Mum and Dad hurried down to France, taking the overnight ferry Friday night to get to her Saturday morning. Which meant the leg of lamb in the freezer at my parents' house has remained there, and the chocolate eggs are still in their boxes.

So Saturday morning I went to Aldi and bought a small gammon joint, which I cooked in the slow cooker in apple juice for myself and my brother, with roast potatoes and cheesy leeks. It was fantastic, if I do say so myself, and at least Easter Day wasn't a total write-off. My brother isn't the most proactive in the kitchen so he'd probably have ended up having egg on toast or cereal or something otherwise. And there was enough cheesy leeks left over to turn into cheesy leek pasta for dinner. I had cold gammon with cheese and a peanut butter sandwich for my lunch today and there's more left for dinner and lunch tomorrow. Also tomorrow, I'll go back to Aldi and scoop up some discounted chocolate eggs.

I need to cook gammon more often. It's so delicious.
 
FifthView

FifthView

Dark Lord
I find lately that I'm very free in publicly singling out movies, television shows, and musical artists for negative criticism, but not so much with authors. I tend to keep my negative criticisms of authors/books general or, in some comments here and there, I may focus on a particular book/author without naming him/her.

Probably this is because I know the personal nature and the hard work that went into the writing of a book. Maybe I don't appreciate the efforts of other types of artists?

But then, movies and television shows, at least, have so many working parts, so many creators behind them.....
 
Addison

Addison

Dark Lord
My family recently adopted a pit bull/terrier puppy. She's cute, mostly white with a few black spots, black ears and black around the eyes. But do not let the description fool you. The only time she's as cute as she looks is when she's asleep, or too exhausted to bite you. And the way she sits we never know if she's just sitting to look cute in hopes she'll get a treat or if she's peeing. We usually find out too late. Whenever she goes outside she takes off to explore all of our yard and the neighbors' yards. The cutest is when she's asleep, the puppy moves and dreams like crazy. She'll start tucked behind my legs then she's at my feet, then she's at my head, across my neck.

But she's not a writer's best friend. Too many times she'll grab the power cord, when it's plugged in, and pull until either it unplugs or I stop her. If I have papers and books laid out she'll get hold and run. The little sucker's fast. Worse is when she swipes my pens or mechanical pencils. The problem is she's a little puppy, I'm a full grown person. She knows there's places that only she can fit.

Final statement, she still has her puppy teeth. For those of you who have never played with a puppy the teeth are friggin sharp! If their puppy jaw muscles were as strong as their adult ones i'd have lost most of my fingers by now. I've given her all kinds of toys. So far she's slaughtered a tennis ball and massacred two squeaky toys. When the frick do puppies outgrow the biting teething stuff? Or better, how does one who wishes to have their hands remain intact stop the puppy from biting?
 
Geo

Geo

Lore Master
Addison said:
... And the way she sits we never know if she's just sitting to look cute in hopes she'll get a treat or if she's peeing. We usually find out too late. Whenever she goes outside she takes off to explore all of our yard and the neighbors' yards. The cutest is when she's asleep, the puppy moves and dreams like crazy. She'll start tucked behind my legs then she's at my feet, then she's at my head, across my neck.

But she's not a writer's best friend. Too many times she'll grab the power cord, when it's plugged in, and pull until either it unplugs or I stop her. If I have papers and books laid out she'll get hold and run. The little sucker's fast. Worse is when she swipes my pens or mechanical pencils. The problem is she's a little puppy, I'm a full grown person. She knows there's places that only she can fit.
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It seems to me, she would greatly benefit from a bit of crate training (so she can learn that outside is good for exploring but it is also the only place for peeing and playing rough). At the moment we have two dogs. The oldest one got house-trained in like 3 days (she was an exemplar puppy, all love and cuteness, a complete lady who now sits at my feet while I'm writing), the younger one was a handful... house training took over 3 months, barking control was also a serious training job, but everything started to go better once we got her the right crate and started crate training (no more than half an hour at first, ending with periods of 3 hours between garden brakes).

And about the puppy teeth... I'm sorry for what you're suffering, I still have a mark on my arm from when the little one confused me with the vacuum, her mortal enemy, and left one of her puppy tooth in as souvenir.
 
kennyc

kennyc

Grandmaster
(I'm a collector of quotes and they often get my random thoughts going...)


"I navigate my passage across the first monstrous intersection, where a sign announces the imminent arrival of a dessert parlor named Better Than Sex. I would like to move to the country but the boy refuses. Besides, “the country” exists only in our fantasies anymore. When I was a child, the country was where overly exuberant family pets often found themselves."

- Joy Williams from The Country
 
Ireth

Ireth

Mythic Scribe
Weird dream of the day: Someone filmed a remake of V for Vendetta with Leonard Nimoy as V. I got to meet him, we had a nice chat, and he gave me two random DVDs. One was Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest, and the other was about an alien race of snowmen who were dying of anxiety because they didn't get hugged enough.

As if I needed any more story ideas. XD
 
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