The red and white can opened with a crisp snap, and the traditional sweet, almost salty smell of a dark cola came wafting out. In essence, this cola follows in the steps of a basic Coke; there's not much to differentiate it from our common colas here in the States. Intense amounts of bubbles mask the flavor at first, but as they settle down, there's a hint of that slight oak flavor with a subtle hint of saltiness contrasting against the chemical sweetness of cola.
At its heart, I feel like this cola Turka is one of those Walmart remakes of the Thumbelina movie. It's a remake that's very precisely copied after the original; it just happens that the original wasn't that great to begin with.
Flavor: 3 out of 5
Originality: 1 out of 5
Can Design: 2 out of 5
Monday, July 19, 2010
Lyttle Lytton Contest
I love this contest. I think it's genius. I want to do it. That's really all this post is about. That, and just having a place to keep my favorite entries that I've read safe somewhere where I can read them again and again, and someday perhaps write stories based off them. Viva la inspiracion!
Dr. Metzger turned to greet his new patient, blithely unaware he would seen become a member of a secret brotherhood as old as urology itself.
- Alec Kyras
Man oh man, you're gonna like this book; boy howdy.
- Duncan Stevens
The pain wouldn't stop, and Vern still had three cats left.
- Andrew Davis
Maria's flossing was now complete.
- Chris Piuma
Leon fell out of the goat.
- Rob Tobias
In anticipation, John licked his own lips.
- Andrew Lloyd
In 3010, the potatoes triumphed.
- Nat Gertler
Splashy the whale smiled secretively, flapping his flappers and swimming.
- Jackie J.
This is a mystery about a murder I committed.
- Lachlan Redfern
Zandor stood in the doorway, raking the onlooking crowd with the hot coals of his eyes.
- Mark Caudil
Once upon a time, there was a talking lamp whose lightbulb fell out and hit a person and the person got shocked and destroyed everything.
- Megan Groppe
"You are in pain; both physical and emotional," my heart informed me.
- Daniel Blackmore
"OMH" texted Sue-Anne to her compatriot Ellen, "MY OWN PARENTS R DED!" It looked like the Mystery Girls had a new mystery!
- G. Paal
Tuesday. Africa. Lion o'clock.
- Jamie Harding
The battlefield stank thick with writhing "progressives."
- Neil Martin
Pika...chu, thought Pikachu.
- anonymous
Zamboni doubled - nay, TRIPLED over in happiness-demolishing agonies.
- Leon Arnott
Deep space. The silence of the void. Shh.
- Anthony Hope
As the subtle smell of baking monkeys filtered through the classroom, I wondered where the science experiment had gone wrong.
- anonymous
Under Bob's fez was another.
- Jeff Marr
PEWPEW - Lasers! - PEWPEWPEW!
- David Poore
The thing is, you can never really tell if a person is looking out from behind their own eyes, or if the eyes are being piloted by tiny mice in swivel-chairs.
- Noah Smith
"Crime," declared the police captain, "is everywhere, crime, crime!"
- Carl Muckenhoup
For hobos, spring was the season of love.
- Rob Lenzi
The king of ketchups was being dethroned, and I wanted an explanation.
- Dan Schmidt, quoting Leigh Belanger in Cook's Illustrated
This is the cipher key for all that follows: |||||| || |!
- P. Scott Hamilton
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Pie Time!
Friends, Family, I feel it's time to embark on something exciting and new.
Yes, that's right: It's PIE TIME! A time for flavorful adventure and excitement! A time for the exploration of culinary delights and epicurean pleasures! A time for FRUIT! A time for PASTRY! But more importantly, FRUIT!
Yes, fruit, that ever-adored article of luscious lip-smacking flavor, that blessed bearer of jubilant juice-filled bliss! A tiny plant grows to an adult height, never knowing that someday its green bowers will hang with the weight of tasty, tempting tidbits of succulent sweetness. And I will eat it.
The BS girls have all been discussing a pie-and-cobbler party for our tastebuds. I was beyond ecstatic when I heard the news. I didn't even think they liked pie and cobbler! No one ever brings it to our get-togethers. So I figured maybe they're cake and cookie people, which is what I've encountered in most of my friends. And L revels in her Golden Oreos so much that I assumed she likes pie but doesn't exactly crave it. Not like I crave it, at least. A pie on a stand at Food Lion catches my eye the same way a Lamborghini would on a slow drive-by. Gorgeous.
BUT apparently they like pie and cobbler. So we're going to have a Special Night Out for the fruits we love!
I will tell you why I am most excited about this: one of my goals is to create a superb collection of fruit recipes. I get so overwhelmed by all the Apple Pie recipes out there that I honestly avoid making it simply because I don't know which one to choose. If I had massive kitchen and money at my disposal and I could find someone else to clean and a bunch of people to do the eating, I'd bake four or five different recipes for each kind of pie and then choose my favorite to only bake from then on. I really want to be the kind of woman who is known for her pie/cobbler/etc.
(sigh) Someday, pie fans, I will achieve this level of distinctive superiority. And it will be amazing. And The Boy will help me eat it all. :)
Yes, that's right: It's PIE TIME! A time for flavorful adventure and excitement! A time for the exploration of culinary delights and epicurean pleasures! A time for FRUIT! A time for PASTRY! But more importantly, FRUIT!
Yes, fruit, that ever-adored article of luscious lip-smacking flavor, that blessed bearer of jubilant juice-filled bliss! A tiny plant grows to an adult height, never knowing that someday its green bowers will hang with the weight of tasty, tempting tidbits of succulent sweetness. And I will eat it.
The BS girls have all been discussing a pie-and-cobbler party for our tastebuds. I was beyond ecstatic when I heard the news. I didn't even think they liked pie and cobbler! No one ever brings it to our get-togethers. So I figured maybe they're cake and cookie people, which is what I've encountered in most of my friends. And L revels in her Golden Oreos so much that I assumed she likes pie but doesn't exactly crave it. Not like I crave it, at least. A pie on a stand at Food Lion catches my eye the same way a Lamborghini would on a slow drive-by. Gorgeous.
BUT apparently they like pie and cobbler. So we're going to have a Special Night Out for the fruits we love!
I will tell you why I am most excited about this: one of my goals is to create a superb collection of fruit recipes. I get so overwhelmed by all the Apple Pie recipes out there that I honestly avoid making it simply because I don't know which one to choose. If I had massive kitchen and money at my disposal and I could find someone else to clean and a bunch of people to do the eating, I'd bake four or five different recipes for each kind of pie and then choose my favorite to only bake from then on. I really want to be the kind of woman who is known for her pie/cobbler/etc.
(sigh) Someday, pie fans, I will achieve this level of distinctive superiority. And it will be amazing. And The Boy will help me eat it all. :)
Thursday, October 30, 2008
NaNoWriMo Pickup Lines
I had to find a place to save these:
Wanna help me with some research for the love scenes?
Hey baby, wanna turn my pages?
Baby, you keep my interest from cover to cover...
Your laptop or mine?
Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.
I'd like to verb your noun.
If I were a novel, I'd be dedicated to you.
Hey, baby, what's your genre?
Baby, what's your ISBN? 'Cause I'd totally love to look you up.
What is a girl like you doing in a book like this?
Wanna be my muse?
Hey baby, what's your font size?
Hey, what's a character like you doing in a plot like this?
It's not the size of the wordcount, it's the action in the scenes.
I'll be your Gary Stu if you'll be my Mary Sue..
I'll verify your word count, baby.
NaNoers do it 50,000 times.
NaNoers do it all month long.
NaNoers do it once a year.
Wanna help me with some research for the love scenes?
Hey baby, wanna turn my pages?
Baby, you keep my interest from cover to cover...
Your laptop or mine?
Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.
I'd like to verb your noun.
If I were a novel, I'd be dedicated to you.
Hey, baby, what's your genre?
Baby, what's your ISBN? 'Cause I'd totally love to look you up.
What is a girl like you doing in a book like this?
Wanna be my muse?
Hey baby, what's your font size?
Hey, what's a character like you doing in a plot like this?
It's not the size of the wordcount, it's the action in the scenes.
I'll be your Gary Stu if you'll be my Mary Sue..
I'll verify your word count, baby.
NaNoers do it 50,000 times.
NaNoers do it all month long.
NaNoers do it once a year.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Quote
I think a real god is not going to be so scared or angry that he tries to keep other people down…A real god doesn’t care about control. Real gods would want to teach you how to be just like them. – Xenocide by Orson Scott Card
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Research Paper Blues
I've got to write a research paper. Well, I've been writing a research paper, but sometimes with all this schoolwork, my brain feels like it's overheated. I need to take moments to cool it down by doing something...unbrainly.
What unbrainly things do I do, you ask? Why, I read blogs! The best ones I've found so far are Neatorama and Miss Cellania. Fantastic collections of links that make you laugh while still educating you a bit.
However, if I want to get into an even lower gear, I watch original episodes of Star Trek. Yes, that's right. I'm working on my Spock impressions and developing a tolerance to Kirk's poses. It's great. I'm going where thousands have gone before.
Nevertheless, I cannot WAIT until my paper is done. It will be finished, and I will print it out, and staple it together, and take all my books back to whence they came, and everything will calm down. It will be great. Just wait.
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