Thanks! Was trying to get it to load off WiFi & it kept stalling on the credits after the logo so I never could see what movie it was.
Itch scratched.
Thanks! Was trying to get it to load off WiFi & it kept stalling on the credits after the logo so I never could see what movie it was.
Itch scratched.
Is that the entirety of a twilight movie?
You gotta find one of those rent-to-own joints & get yourself a couple of fancy couch cushions…
Just make sure someone else didn’t rent them first.
So many surprises with a boat… I learned how to drive, launch, & dock on an outboard piss yellow Grady White. Switched to inboard/outboard & relearn it all; it was a completely different steering experience.
We also watched some idiots blow up their boat because they didn’t maintain it. Fuel leaked, fumes built in the engine cavity, & when the driver went to crank it…. kaboom.
Luckily the boat was already in the water, drifting back away from the dock, & the driver hadn’t let passengers onboard yet.
To my knowledge, driver survived, but was badly injured.
Not sharing this to scare off OP, boats are awesome when you know what you’re doing.
Not really a response related to the post prompt, but more your comment…
I grew up on a farm in rural NC. Graduated college with a film degree & headed west to LA. I wound up rooming with a friend a from high school, his girlfriend, & her friend from fashion school…
…who turned out to be a 6’7”, 225lbs, gay volleyball player & ex-cheerleader from Korea.
My friend only knew me as the little redneck kid who used to throw rocks at rabbits & swore too much growing up. He lectured me on behaving around a gay man & really made a big deal about not being ass to our roommate.
4 years later I transitioned & got my first makeup lessons from that roommate. He became my drag mom 🤣
Time is a mindfuck sometimes…
No, not really I suppose. I meant to say “the Tuesday next after the first Monday in November“, but, well… I didn’t do it right.
“The Tuesday next after the first Monday in November” is the US’s Election Day.
And if it’s nature that catches your interest, in addition to walking, you could follow a live stream of some animal you may or may not care about.
I got into watching an Osprey hatch her eggs on a stream. Didn’t even know about the birds until I started, but the hook set quickly.
Watched that feed for weeks, checking to see who’s been eating, who’s been pooping, & who’s still sleeping. Pretty satisfying by the time the chicks left the nest.
I want to see one of those Street Fighter smash up the car mini games, but it’s Bobby & you have to repeatedly kick someone in the nuts while screaming “DON’T TOUCH MY PURSE”.
And voting? Always felt November 4th should be a paid holiday.
Awesome idea, btw.
You should submit voice samples to casting agencies that land voice over talent for commercials, and other media formats.
You don’t need an agent or anything of the sort to get started, just a decent sample of your vocal work.
Get it submitted wherever you can, you’ll never know what might come of it.
I was a post production supervisor in Los Angeles for a bit. I worked with VO talent, many of whom had entirely separate careers.
One guy was a bus operator & rode his bus to the studio after shift change. He was awesome.
Partially used, or missing one item out of the set.
And if you really want to drive it home, make sure he knows you kept the one item to use yourself.
It wasn’t critically praised, but the film did almost triple its budget with its box office gross.
I think that puts this film in the overrated hit film category.
It wasn’t critically praised, but it did almost triple its budget with its worldwide gross.
It also got a shit ton of attention for that stupid Puff Daddy song with Jimmy Page.
I’d say this film fits the thread perfectly, if you consider profit to be high praise.
Grilled Peanut Butter Sandwiches are definitely a thing & quite delicious. I’m just not sure I’d ever add cheese to the flavor pallet.
I’ve found that with proper care & paying attention to what I use each bag for helps.
If I use a bag say for tandoori chicken sous vide…
When the chicken’s done, I rinse the bag thoroughly, fill it to ¼, add a lil soap, seal it up, & put it back in the sous vide bath, while it’s still warm.
Let it cool off & then give it a rinse & scrub, before drying.
It’s gentler on the bag than the dishwasher, but still gets it sanitary & clean.
I’ll try to continue using that bag for chicken, if not specifically tandoori chicken.
This is where having two different colors can be helpful. I use gray for meat & blue for everything else.
Blue bags obviously last a bit longer, but this current batch of gray is a year old & still in decent shape.
Just went with a generic option. I have some that have blue zip tops & some with gray.
The one big recommendation I can make is to get one with a battery powered suction pump. They’re little bit more expensive, but the handheld pumps have broken on me in the past.
Reusable, vacuum sealable ziplock bags. Cuts back on waste & lengthens the shelf life of most foods.
It’s also really nice to be able to buy bulk meats & be able to separate them into vacuum sealed single servings.
And last but not least, it really helps with using the sous vide. I like being able to separate a bulk package of chicken into individual meals with different marinades. Just pull a bag out & defrost it, then it’s 90 seconds a side to gourmet meals midweek.
Glad to hear you’re doing better! I love firearms, but do not allow myself to own one for that very reason.
If I owned a firearm, there’s a really good chance I’d either be in jail for stupidity or in the ground at this stage.
I didn’t commit suicide.
I had a plan, had it all laid out, and knew when I was ready.
Proceeded to get life saving-ly drunk & passed out. Woke up with a knife in my hand the next morning & knew I need to go to the hospital.
Cleaned myself up, called in sick to work, & went to UCLA Med.
Still here today thankfully. And as much as I appreciate what bourbon did for me that night, I have slowed my consumption significantly & have my head on straight.
Unless you accidentally punt the one that makes the toilet wine… then you’ll have a mess of alch-y chickens looking for your flask & going all puke-a-potamus all over your shoes.