Category Archives: Remember

Planet Mnemonics

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The old mnemonic my Dad can still recite from however many gazillion years ago (hahaha) he learned it:

My (Mercury)
Very (Venus)
Earnest (Earth)
Mother (Mars)
Just (Jupiter)
Served (Saturn)
Us (Uranus)
Nine (Neptune)
Pies (Pluto)

The new mnemonic he made up for the Pluto-less planets:
Miserably
Vain
Earthlings
Must
Just
Shut
Up
Now

Stereotype Jokes = my fave.

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European Heaven
British are the Police
French are the Cooks
Germans are the Mechanics
Italians are the Lovers
and the Swiss run everything

European Hell
Germans are the Police
French are the Mechanics
British are the Cooks
Swiss are the Lovers
and the Italians run everything

Best Late-Night Burrito EVER.

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On Ashland, just south of Division (less than a block), there are THREE places called La Pasadita. Apparently they are owned by three different brothers. They all have a very similar dive-y look.

You want the side of the street with two (the west side) and you want to go to the one that’s further south, and you want to order the steak burrito (and then if you’re me you want to have someone with you to split it with because it is GINORMOUS and you’ve already had way too many calories of beer before you got there anyway) and then you are ready to die and go to heaven because you’ve just had the best burrito of your life.

p.s. this was the second time this burrito has blown my mind. I had to make sure the first time wasn’t just a drunken fantasy before I recommended it. oh my buddha, it was even better the second time.

RIP Kurt Vonnegut.

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His appearance on Jon Stewart last year was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen and fortunately for us, you can watch it on the web. In addition, here’s the list they refer to in that interview.

He never lost his edge. He never stopped saying the same simple message over and over: War = Wrong.

Can you claim to be well-read if you skipped “Slaughterhouse Five”? I think not!

Who knows if this is accurate, but on Wikkipedia, they cite his own grading of his books, and here are the four he graded highest: “The Sirens of Titan”; “Mother Night”; “God Bless You, Mr Rosewater”; and “Jailbird”.

Who’s going to Tulsa with me?

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And how hard are you laughing that I am actually pricing flights there just to go to a fish restaurant?

White River Fish Market, 1708 North Sheridan Road, Tulsa, OK 918-835-1910

Recommended with a full page article in the March issue of Gourmet. It sounds A LOT like a great brisket place Ginger once took me to on the outskirts of San Antonio somewhere (I should find this out, no? Doh!). And by “great’, I mean, the most amazing meal I’ve ever had included creamed corn made with REAL CREAM.

Obviously this place may not have creamed corn, but apparently they have fried onion rings, gumbo, cornmeal hush puppies, and buttermilk pie (hello!). You walk in, pick your fish, and say “fried, broiled or grilled.” And that’s it.

Sounds delish!!

A New Batch of Aussie Slang from Casey

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  • That bloke’s crooked like a dog’s hind leg (He’s a crook)
  • That sheila’s a sausage short of a hotdog (She’s stupid)
  • A man worth his salt (He’s a good man)
  • Gidday you old Bastard (A term of endearment)
  • You little Beauty (when something good happens)
  • Town Bike (local slut)
  • Even Blind Freddy could see that (when you miss something obvious)
  • I’ll be right back, gunna go point percy at the porcelain (guys going to the loo)
  • I’m off like a frog in a sock (I’m leaving)
  • Mate, I’m crook (I’m sick)
  • Been speakin into the great white telephone (Been to the toilet)
  • She’ll be right (I/things will be better soon)
  • Your shout (Your turn to buy me a beer!)
  • Piffed a yonny at his noggin (threw a stone at his head) – victorian