Sheldon: I only drink hot chocolate in months an "R" in them.
Sheldon: What's life without whimsy?
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Saturday, October 17, 2009
"Don't go looking for anything on foodnetwork.com"
"Inspiration is very very closely related to desperation."
"When I get tired of cooking, I cook eggs, and they make me new again."
"It's about time we cooked the panda...did you ever wonder if they're light and dark meat?"
"Why are you laughing? Parsnips aren't funny."
Posted by Cromely at 1:11 AM
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Thursday, November 27, 2008
"All of this took time, and for most of it I was completely alone. When you're removed from human society for that long, especially if you're intoxicated, ordinary moral inhibitions begin to lose their grip. It's not that you deny the concept of evil, it's that you begin to find it acceptable, even attractive. You start to wallow in it: you ignore the consequences and concentrate on the fun parts.
Posted by Cromely at 11:52 PM
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Albus Dumbledore: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Quotes
I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind... At these times... I use the Pensieve. One simply siphons the excess thoughts from one's mind, pours them into the basin, and examines them at one's leisure.
Posted by Cromely at 12:19 AM
Friday, December 28, 2007
By Haruki Murakami:
"So what do I have to do?"
"Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslonasthemusicplays. Yougottadance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Son'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepstep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatbolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot.
Weknowyour'retired, tiredanscrared. Happenstoeveryone, okay?
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The American story is an ode to movement. We’ve never been able to stay put which explains the intricate mesh of highways and byways that connects this country to its inner self. Is it any wonder then that our national cuisine evolved at tarmac's edge? Let’s face it. No matter what sophisticated urban chefs create, deep down what we really crave is what the diner, the café, the truck stop can offer. Alas, the modern interstate had rendered our palettes comfortably numb with its rolling miles of paved pabulum. And that is a shame because if we don’t savor the flavor of the road, then our edible heritage will soon become history. So America, it is with a full tank and an empty stomach that I say to you in the words of my forefathers – Let’s Ride.
Feasting on Asphalt