After posting the essay about Trump and the nasty taco bowl, I felt a wee bit esurient, and headed over to Pancho's for a burrito with carnitas. The joint was packed. What was totally refreshing was that the white people there were not loud, not drunk, not in any way obnoxious. Just filled with good cheer and frijoles. And at least six kinds of salsa.
A man could get used to well-behaved youngish gringos.
When I got home, it was to discover that someone(!) has once more started trying to piss me off with overmuch mention of Liza Minnelli.
To which all I can say is "kindly bugger Liza Minnelli". I am completely and truly NOT interested, in any way whatsoever, in Liza Minnelli.
The subject of Liza Minnelli fails to captivate, but bores immensely.
Her weal and woe seinen mir ganz scheißegal.
My wattles do not tremble.
The commenter who left the Liza Minnelli crap underneath a post may be missing a few screws. More than a few. Anybody who has a bug loose about Liza Minnelli to the extent that they continually mention her, no matter how immaterial and beside the point that is, is not sane.
One might suspect delusional fantasies.
Or troubled teenage idiocy.
Lucky me.
Crap.
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Saw this and thought of Wheelie Boy :)
Hey, you're the one who brought up Kermit! So it was relevant!
Also, found this in a random comment thread:
Our lab works with cyanide with some frequency; wondering how old-school chemists used to work with it, I went through a bunch of the literature on early cyanide research, and I remain fascinated by an aside by one of the early chemists to intentionally work with the stuff:
"Ferner will ich noch eine ausserordentlich empfindliche Geschmacksreaction erwähnen, welche die kleinsten Mengen von Blausäure, die durch den Geruch nicht wahrgenommen werden können, anzeigt. Raucht man nämlich eine Cigarre, so zeigt diese einen äussert charakteristischen, nicht näher definirbaren Geschmack, sobald nur Spuren von Blausäure in der Luft vorhanden sind. Ich habe meinen Schülern deshalb stets anempfohlen, beim Arbeiten mit Blausäure zu rauchen."
(My loose translation: "Further, I also want to mention an extraordinarily sensitive taste-sensation, by which the smallest amounts of cyanide (which cannot be distinguished by smell) can be detected. Namely, if one smokes a cigar, an extremely characteristic but undefinable taste becomes apparent as soon as even traces of cyanide are present in the air. I have as a result always recommended that my students smoke while working with cyanide.")
We've never, to my knowledge, given this a try, since in a modern lab one would have to smoke into the fume hood where the cyanide is; I remain very curious about the extremely characteristic yet undefinable taste.
What if it were talmudic analysis of Liza, mixed in with Latin and other delights?
I too am now very curious about the undefinable taste. Not quite to the point of experimenting with cyanide, however.
e-kvetcher: We live in San Francisco. Brakes can fail.
Quote: "What if it were talmudic analysis of Liza, mixed in with Latin and other delights?"
Now that might actually be interesting.
I'd be keen to see her character's behaviour in Arrested Development run through that treadmill.
Can YOU make a post about it? That would be totally sexpot!!!
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