LOL.
Same with Aus twist-top beers.
No use for these so we export them...
2,4,6-Trichloroanisole
Twist-tops/screw caps are fine by me.
Dan.
Oi!, Oi!, Oi!, no wuckers mate just grab a tinny of Fosters and a feed at Maccas.
I just pulled a pound of frozen uncooked shrimp out of the modest freezer, only to be horrified to see that they were farm-raised. Well whatever they fed them on the farm, it won't kill me this one time.
1962 La Tache for about the same amount was spotted circa 1972 by an ex-friend. He was kind enough to let me purchase one of the two he bought. I suspect they were mismarked, although these were early days for what became insane wine demand.
It was consumed along with something else that starts with an L, to inaugurate a relationship that managed to last for nearly a year.
Brad,
Can't imagine that farm raised shrimp is any worse than those bottom feeders anyway, they may even be cleaner in the end. Just make sure they are cooked well. I never could quite get a taste for the raw shrimp at the Sushi bar, but the cooked heads were pretty good. And the eel with sweet sauce are always good as far as I'm concerned.
Can't imagine that farm raised shrimp is any worse than those bottom feeders anyway, they may even be cleaner in the end. Just make sure they are cooked well. I never could quite get a taste for the raw shrimp at the Sushi bar, but the cooked heads were pretty good. And the eel with sweet sauce are always good as far as I'm concerned.
Diet Pepsi, oh the pain the pain, in those strange bottles. I threw a few into the wood stove just to see what would happen. Ring baloney had more than my share of that as a kid.
The "French" speaking Cajuns in Louisiana descended from Canada many generations ago and have evolved their own patois. It actually sounds so much like some New York City dialects that I can be fooled by some mixtures (!).
America also still has some German speakers, although usually called "Dutch", from Deutch, in Pennsylvania and areas West. Folks there call the mainstream folks "English". It's a small world. I just hope we appreciate how small, in time.
Much thanks, as always,
Chris
I can strongly affirm the recommendation to be outdoors, with a night sky visible. But of course, that's for beer.
Much thanks, as always,
Chris
What kind of degenerate Communists doesn't like biscuits and sausage gravy? I despair for the state of our democracy!
Yours in deep disgruntle,
Chris
ps; You're not some kind of Yankee, are you? Say it isn't so..
Was going to PM Steve about this, but thought I'd open it up to wider input, but are there any companies left in th US who can do good quality loudspeaker enclosures? I've just ended a longtime partnership with someone who was originally slated to make the enclosures for a new project and I need to find a company that can do quality work.
The project in question is the tabletop stereo I think I'd posted in this thread previously.
If you'd like to contact me privately, please do it in email instead of PM here. theaudioguild@gmail.com
Thanks.
se
The project in question is the tabletop stereo I think I'd posted in this thread previously.
If you'd like to contact me privately, please do it in email instead of PM here. theaudioguild@gmail.com
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Thanks.
se
i was told (don't know if it is true) that French Accent in Quebec is very close to the one that was in use in France during the seventeenth century. And that it is the Accent in Paris witch had changed a lot since this time. That I can believe, listening my son. His way to speak, the music, the "flow" are yet slightly different from ours. In some suburbs, it is close to be a different language ;-)
My greatest culinary discovery was a few yeras ago. A friend from Belgium was coming to see me, and he drove from Belgium to France. Then, as he paased through various regions of France, he bought the local version of sausage, and ended up with a modest collection of seven versions of what was thepretically more or less the same thing. But only theoretically, as each variant was similar, yet different. Up until then, I believed that nobody did sausages like the Germans, but I was obviously wrong. The French held their ground admirably, and looking back, I realised my opinion was disorientated by the simple fact that I had more experience with the Germans and practically no experience with the French. France still offers a gourmet tour like few places on this planet, but very often, you need a Frenchman to tell you what's what.
As for frogs, it's not only the French, Italians are also called "The Frog Eaters" locally. My late father told me a first hand story from the late 60ies.
At the time, the Yugoslav National Army decided to move away a little from all Russian weaponery. So they organized a demonstration from interested parties from various countries, at the time consisting of Germany, UK, France and Italy. They all came, including miltary attaches from their embassies, The chosen terrain was the Pančevo bog, because it was near to Belgrade and had it all - waist high water, lots of mud and sandy terrains. A course was charted and off they went. My father was invited because he was not involved with the army, but they thought him to be their best man for gearboxes.
So they went. Then, the Italian crew and tank practically disappeared, No radio comms, nobody had any idea what was going on. Eventually, scouts were dispatcjed to investigate, They found the tank soon enough, but it was abadoned, which explains why the radio comms were out - there was nobody in the tank. The crew, in the meanwhile, were wading therough the mud hunting frogs, and it seems the tempation was just too great. Dad says the Italian military attache, a colonel, was as red in the face as a ripe tomato. Quite an emberassment, I imagine.
At the time, the Yugoslav National Army decided to move away a little from all Russian weaponery. So they organized a demonstration from interested parties from various countries, at the time consisting of Germany, UK, France and Italy. They all came, including miltary attaches from their embassies, The chosen terrain was the Pančevo bog, because it was near to Belgrade and had it all - waist high water, lots of mud and sandy terrains. A course was charted and off they went. My father was invited because he was not involved with the army, but they thought him to be their best man for gearboxes.
So they went. Then, the Italian crew and tank practically disappeared, No radio comms, nobody had any idea what was going on. Eventually, scouts were dispatcjed to investigate, They found the tank soon enough, but it was abadoned, which explains why the radio comms were out - there was nobody in the tank. The crew, in the meanwhile, were wading therough the mud hunting frogs, and it seems the tempation was just too great. Dad says the Italian military attache, a colonel, was as red in the face as a ripe tomato. Quite an emberassment, I imagine.
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