There I was holding my baby bratling waiting to be called on stage for an award. Just as they called my name, I looked down to discover that my hand, shirt front, and jacket were being covered with a thick mustardy sauce. I never knew what to call that incident before.
Hmmmm.... pearl divers, eh? And if I remember correctly, they dive topless.
So where are they?!? I want 'em here too!
(Actually I consider just about anything as being neat, but I am irked at the contention presented here at one time that "orama", rather than meaning a showcase of sorts, meant "everything that is not 'neat'")
Gauldar and Zaulankris both make valid points. More sub-blogs are not needed. When I crave grue, cool, nsfw, and other stuff, there are plenty of sites that can provide me with a fix. I come here for NEAT. N*E*A*T. I want consistent neat, and not the so-called "orama" stuff. And WTF is that supposed to mean anyway?? "Orama" "covers everything else"??
Hmmm... Gerry is right. Both my nail guns have to be pressed down for the nail to be fired.
Scenario for Genus Relativists above: the cruise ship sank, and you are in a lifeboat with a child and your very own pug, Mr Pugg. When you get hungry, who do you eat? Mr Pugg, or the child who is nothing to you?
This is good to know. In our "Road Warrior" near future, when we are all scrambling for food, all we need is a shovel and a pail, and dinner is served.
There I was holding my baby bratling waiting to be called on stage for an award. Just as they called my name, I looked down to discover that my hand, shirt front, and jacket were being covered with a thick mustardy sauce. I never knew what to call that incident before.
Be thankful that he is not wearing a loincloth.
So where are they?!? I want 'em here too!
(Actually I consider just about anything as being neat, but I am irked at the contention presented here at one time that "orama", rather than meaning a showcase of sorts, meant "everything that is not 'neat'")
Scenario for Genus Relativists above: the cruise ship sank, and you are in a lifeboat with a child and your very own pug, Mr Pugg. When you get hungry, who do you eat? Mr Pugg, or the child who is nothing to you?
Ghoulishly neat, maybe?