Brainless moments
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Couldn't think of one until I saw this post.
Well into adulthood, I thought the word "voila" that I read in books and such was different, but used the same way as the sound "vwa-la" that I heard on TV and radio.
That's not a bad guess, and in some engine designs (including light airplanes), that's actually the correct place to put it.
My hubby has a thing for brined pork chops--where you soak the pork in a solution of salt and sugar before cooking. In about 6-7 cups of water, I add half a cup a salt and slightly less sugar, and then the pork chops soak in it for awhile.
Well, one night, I was cooking up this "special" dinner to make hubby happy, as he's always complaining that I'm a terrible cook. I thought, "I'll show him. This will be great!"
Except, in the middle of making the brine, the phone rang. I put in the salt, answered the call, and then, when it was over, went back to cooking. Somewhere along the line, I thought, "OH, I've forgotten something," and went back to the brine....and added salt AGAIN.
I didn't discover my error until the meal was served. HOLY CRAP, that was awful.
But, hubby couldn't razz me about it for long, as he made dark chocolate cookies that Christmas, with bittersweet baking chocolate---and somehow managed to forget the sugar. It was like eating black dirt.
And then, there's my story (which I'm sure you've all heard) about how I managed to fall down the stairs 5 or 6 years ago, by tripping myself with my own bra (now THERE'S a skill). Broke my foot and ankle in our then-brand-new house. It led to me getting involved in the BBS in the first place, being laid up at home. To say I've had brainless moments is putting it somewhat mildly.
Well, one night, I was cooking up this "special" dinner to make hubby happy, as he's always complaining that I'm a terrible cook. I thought, "I'll show him. This will be great!"
Except, in the middle of making the brine, the phone rang. I put in the salt, answered the call, and then, when it was over, went back to cooking. Somewhere along the line, I thought, "OH, I've forgotten something," and went back to the brine....and added salt AGAIN.
I didn't discover my error until the meal was served. HOLY CRAP, that was awful.
But, hubby couldn't razz me about it for long, as he made dark chocolate cookies that Christmas, with bittersweet baking chocolate---and somehow managed to forget the sugar. It was like eating black dirt.
And then, there's my story (which I'm sure you've all heard) about how I managed to fall down the stairs 5 or 6 years ago, by tripping myself with my own bra (now THERE'S a skill). Broke my foot and ankle in our then-brand-new house. It led to me getting involved in the BBS in the first place, being laid up at home. To say I've had brainless moments is putting it somewhat mildly.
Roland Deschain
Lieutenant Junior Grade
I walked up an escalator which was in the downward movement cycle. I was also slow to understand how this specific amp had to work, it belonged to someone else, which I was using at a gig.
My niece was in a play (the lead in Oliver), and we went out to lunch beforehand: me, my parents, my brother's and sister's families, ten people altogether. Then we went to the play, except for my nephew who'd seen it already. We took up eight seats in the theater, and I was thinking, "We had ten people for lunch, minus my nephew, who else is missing so we only use eight seats?" It took me a bit to realize that it was my niece who wasn't in a seat, because she was in the play.
One time I took a cup of water in the bathroom, drank part of it, and started to spill the rest of it out into the clothes hamper, instead of the sink. Then I caught myself, and spilled the water into the wastebasket instead of the sink.
One time I took a cup of water in the bathroom, drank part of it, and started to spill the rest of it out into the clothes hamper, instead of the sink. Then I caught myself, and spilled the water into the wastebasket instead of the sink.
Yup. I also search for things that I'm holding in my hand. Usually it's just a few seconds before I realize that I'm already holding whatever it is I'm looking for, but that's a few seconds too long!
I had genuinely forgotten the name of a good friend of mine from university who had appeared on television last year. I had to search for the title of the TV show he was on over the Internet to find the name.
I've done the opposite -- tried to push my glasses up on the bridge of my nose...only to realize I wasn't wearing them.
Bad news, you still have it kind of wrong. Flat screen can (and does) also refer to big ugly bulky CRTs that have... well, a flat screen, as a way of differentiating them from CRTs with curved screens. I like to call those hideous screens 'curvovision,' but apparently that's not going to catch on.
I think the preferred term for what you are trying to say is flat panel.
So we had a problem with the dish washer. The thing was making a crackling noise, like static, whenever it was plugged and then when I tried to turn it on it just turned itself off.
Obviously an electrical issue of some kind. In order not to get electrocuted I took the plug off the socket in the wall.
After examining it and not finding anything burnt I solemnly stated: "Ok, now I will hold this plug by the rubber around it, so it'll be safe, and you can turn the socket on at the wall and we can check if there are any sparks..."
It took me about a minute, minute and a half to realise that of course, as long as the plug was -not- in fact inserted in the wall socket, it would have been a completely moot test...
No comment.
Obviously an electrical issue of some kind. In order not to get electrocuted I took the plug off the socket in the wall.
After examining it and not finding anything burnt I solemnly stated: "Ok, now I will hold this plug by the rubber around it, so it'll be safe, and you can turn the socket on at the wall and we can check if there are any sparks..."
It took me about a minute, minute and a half to realise that of course, as long as the plug was -not- in fact inserted in the wall socket, it would have been a completely moot test...
No comment.
I tend to stub my toes a lot. I'll whirl around and catch it on the corner or something like that. It's one of the reasons I don't have a coffee table.
I think flat screen has pretty much become the "official" term for flat-panels now. I don't think flat screen CRT's were around for very long, were they?
So where do you keep you coffee table books then?
What the Christ?
Pork in brine?
I mean, I understand marinade (toss some pork in a mix of balsamic vinegar, olive oil, a few pinches of salt, some pepper, fresh garlic, a little mustard, rosemary and minced shallot, and then refrigerate overnight, and you'll have meat candy), but ... brine? That's preserving the pork, not flavoring it.
That's as insane as the idea that searing meat "locks in the juices."
Holy shit.
Don't mince words Timby, what do you really think?
What the Christ?
Mincing words?
I mean I understand eating words (plus the occasional foot in the mouth) but.... mincing? That's dicing words, not consuming them.
That's as insane as the idea that using words instead of sticks and stones "will never hurt me".
Holy shit.
The biggest thing I can think of happened last week. I was leaving for work late last week. I get outside, shut the door, and reach into my pocket for my keys so I can lock it.... but I had no keys. I went for a run the night before and left them on the dinner table. So I'm storming off to work, pissed that I've already locked myself out of the apartment (I had only been there for two weeks) and pissed that I'm going to have to pay $30 to have the rental group come out and let me back in. About halfway to work, I stopped and realized that the door was unlocked. The only reason I noticed the keys were gone was because I was trying to find them so I could lock the door. Sure enough, I found my keys sitting on the table behind an open door. D'oh!
I've done the opposite -- tried to push my glasses up on the bridge of my nose...only to realize I wasn't wearing them.
Oh man, I once attempted to remove my contact lenses when I wasn't wearing them. THAT hurt.
I just remembered a story an Italian uncle of mine told me ages ago.
So during the 1974 football world cup he went to Germany to see some of the games. First time in Germany and he didn't speak any German. So while he was driving on the Autobahn surely enjoying the lack of any speed limits he got a bit worried wondering if he got lost.
He suspected he was driving in a big circle around a city called "Ausfahrt" because he saw that on every bloody highway exit sign for like 100km. What worried him even more was the fact that he had never heard about a city called "Ausfahrt" so he knew that it can't possibly be a city so big that it stretches over more than 100km.
Only after an hour it dawned on him that "Ausfahrt" was just the German word for "exit (ramp)".
So during the 1974 football world cup he went to Germany to see some of the games. First time in Germany and he didn't speak any German. So while he was driving on the Autobahn surely enjoying the lack of any speed limits he got a bit worried wondering if he got lost.
He suspected he was driving in a big circle around a city called "Ausfahrt" because he saw that on every bloody highway exit sign for like 100km. What worried him even more was the fact that he had never heard about a city called "Ausfahrt" so he knew that it can't possibly be a city so big that it stretches over more than 100km.
Only after an hour it dawned on him that "Ausfahrt" was just the German word for "exit (ramp)".
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