I know, right? I often go shopping and buy ingredients and (sometimes) cook those ingredients, then slice them, assemble a sandwich, pack it, bring it to work, put it in the staff fridge and... then... do you know what... I just end up hoping someone will eat it so I don't have to. Why else would I just leave it sitting around in a lunchbox with my name on?
I remember back in the days of Commodore 64s that you could go to Boots in the UK and just switch the price sticker from a £1.99 ‘budget games’ title with one from a full price blockbuster. No electronic point of sales data, just a bored teenager who knew fuck all operating the till. Good times. Wonder if anyone ever bought the budget game with the expensive sticker.
I look forward to a visual extravaganza with no emotional depth whatsoever!
Pffft, maths is just the language by which we describe some of physics.
Instructions unclear.
I am in so much pain right now.
I know, right? I tell my kids that whatever science they're studying at school is just a subset of physics but they rarely understand.
I'd have been very happy to vote for Elizabeth as the first president of the UK Republic.
Progress is happening!
One of the most important influences on my life and cooking was a wonderful French woman who married a Brit and settled here. Quite apart from her tendency to ask my friends and I "how many are we for lunch" and cope with any number from 3 to 30, her approach to cooking was legendary and usually involved meat, butter, wine, and cream. That said, she did once try deep fried, leftover, spaghetti and that did not work at all!
French cooking: add wine, cream, and butter.
Hulk's brain is a smaller Hulk.