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Osso Buco was in one of my crossword puzzles this week.

It's strange when one comes across an unfamiliar term only to have it immediately pop up somewhere else.
That's the Baader-Meinhof Frequency Illusion. Your brain has selectively keyed in on the term so it appears to be more frequent than it actually is.
 
That's the Baader-Meinhof Frequency Illusion. Your brain has selectively keyed in on the term so it appears to be more frequent than it actually is.
Twice isn't all that frequent. I assume my mind keyed in on osso buco because it sounds like a name for a particularly recalcitrant donkey. "Osso Buco, get out of that damn mud puddle before I turn you into salami."
 
Last day of February, turning a corner in winter...
 
I can't stop watching this clip of Eleanor Powell tap-dancing in the 1930s. She's got rizz

 
I got sidetracked onto the interviews about Blazing Saddles, which I saw in the college student union when I was around 19. It shocked me to the marrow of my bones, but I never laughed so much in all my life.
 
Anything is dangerous if done with no clothes on (except for making love and taking a bath/shower).
You can get STDs from making love while fully clothed.

I think it was Robert Silverberg who recommended that you always cook bacon in the nude, because you'll have a real incentive not to turn the heat high enough to cause splatters.
 
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