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I am both a sci-fi dork and a child of the 80s. Finding this made me wet my pants with excitement.
I smoked my last cigarette 365 days ago, on June 25, 2011. In case any of you are wondering, one year is officially the mark at which former smokers can become justifiably self –congratulatory. I had attempted to quit dozens of times in the years leading up to my success, and I want to share how I finally did it. Yes, I may come off as a little superior, but I deserve it. So deal. Everyone is different, so all I can do is relate what worked for me. Here goes, and best of luck to anyone else trying to kick the habit:
You don’t have to be a vegan to enjoy these, as they are just as tasty as any blueberry muffin containing egg and milk. They still have sugar and fat, so they aren’t exactly a health food, but the saturated fat is much lower (canola oil rather than butter) and there is no cholesterol at all. So there is just a tad less guilt involved in eating them.
Do you suffer from crippling insomnia? Do you have an affinity for unintentionally hilarious horror movies? Do you have an unhealthy obsession with all things William Shatner? All of the above apply to me; if any apply to you, you should check out this gem from 70s “Made for TV” heaven.
It is hard to put into words just how moving this documentary is, and that is coming from someone who usually has something snide and sarcastic to say about most things. Not this time. Anyone who watches this and isn’t moved to tears at some point is made of stone.
I am not going to address the controversy over immigration policy, though conservatives need to keep in mind that George W. Bush and John McCain (along with 23 other Republicans, as Obama mentions) supported this brand of immigration reform. What I will address is this partisan lack of respect for the President.
*This meal looks fancy, but is super easy and fast. If you’re looking to impress someone but don’t have a lot of time and don’t like to sweat a lot in the kitchen, this is a good idea.
*This meal is for two, because usually that’s all I have to cook for. Just double up if you’re cooking for 4.
During my childhood, my parents would often allow my siblings and I to each choose a video to rent either on Friday or Saturday night. My mother would make one of our favorite meals (homemade pizza, burritos, spaghetti, etc.), and we would spend Friday and/or Saturday nights watching the movies we had rented. To this day, it is one of my coziest memories. What would happen periodically when watching those movies, however, illustrates the point I am about to make.
As most children do, we loved horror films, and our parents would allow us to rent them. We watched so many I wouldn’t even be able to account for all of them. There were exceptions, though; my parents had a very low tolerance for four-letter words, and a strict no-nudity policy. A movie would instantly be turned off if any nude body parts were shown. “Dirty” words usually were tolerated a bit more, but not by much. The first time the F-word or something similar was uttered, my father would groan. The second time, he would complain audibly, usually stating “One more time and it goes off.” The third time, he would hit the stop button on the remote. This time we would groan that it “wasn’t fair” and usually insist that our friends all got to watch the movie. This was never a tactic that worked. To this day, there are a lot of 80’s movies of which I have only seen about fifteen minutes.
Let me begin by admitting that I have never read the following works either. I may have attempted some of them, but didn’t finish a single one. Also, please don’t try and convince me that you’ve read any of the following from cover to cover. I will stubbornly refuse to believe you. It is a far, far greater thing for some pretentious douchebag to think you illiterate, than to be a pretentious douchebag yourself.
[Please don’t get your panties in a bundle. This is just for fun.]
