"It’s also damn cold out, as this official government advisory"
lol , - 35 Celsius ( adjusted for wind , real -26) in Montreal Saturday and Sunday. and I would opinate. that even if that statement would not ostracize you from the Great White North, I would suggest that you shiver there ( great thermogenesis physiological response), so we can benefit from someone that does not have brain freeze damage ( like myself according to my wife) .
To celebrate this article I will do a meta meditation.
You are even weirder than I initially imagined. I thought I spent a lot of time reading about worthless shit but you have put me to shame. I must start reading faster. By worthless, I mean non-income-producing but nonetheless very interesting.
When alone, I only laugh when I look in the mirror, which I try to do as infrequently as possible.
It's hard to tell how many Congresspeople they own as so many are stupid and others seem to be brain dead, but still standing with their hands out, palms up.
I worked with a contracting friend before he fell into the Cult of Trump, who carefully looked over the job before he would start. He was accused of paralysis by analysis, but his work is excellent and he seldom needs to redo anything due to lack of prior planning. Perfection is definitely the bain of artists and writers. Perfection is a goal unattainable by imperfect humans - with the possible exception of PB&T sandwiches. (With a bourbon chaser?)
Perfection is definitely also the bain of obsessive-compulsive individuals ( welcome my dear ADHD).
And I would add my deflated 2 canadian cents, to the "perfection is a goal unattainable by imperfect humans" as an exception the Patisserie Patrice " dessert du jour " on Notre-Dame street in Montreal. One of my coping mechanisms. Minced apples with olive oil, taragon, a hint of white chocolate sauce is my main one.
My wife has ADHD. It helped make her a great kitchen designer, but she is never satisfied with anything she has done. As I tell her, "You have buyer's remorse, and NOT buyer's remorse." Your 2 Canadian cents haven't deflated; they have only retracted in the cold as certain male parts do. Besides the age-old question, "Do farts have lumps?" I wonder if the artic blast you sent our way will freeze my PB&T sandwich. The bourbon chasers should be just fine. Montreal sounds like a beautiful place, and perhaps someday I will get a chance to visit - before my country descends into the cesspool of Trumpism.
10 degrees? Swimsuit weather! I see someone else has already brought to your attention my reality.
I've just started reading a book, Rock, Paper Scissors...
Nice pic!
Haha small world
"It’s also damn cold out, as this official government advisory"
lol , - 35 Celsius ( adjusted for wind , real -26) in Montreal Saturday and Sunday. and I would opinate. that even if that statement would not ostracize you from the Great White North, I would suggest that you shiver there ( great thermogenesis physiological response), so we can benefit from someone that does not have brain freeze damage ( like myself according to my wife) .
To celebrate this article I will do a meta meditation.
Time to write "How to Go Meta on Meta, a Metatation Guide"?
That, yes, it's something that I would buy. Pecuniary and figuratively.
You are even weirder than I initially imagined. I thought I spent a lot of time reading about worthless shit but you have put me to shame. I must start reading faster. By worthless, I mean non-income-producing but nonetheless very interesting.
When alone, I only laugh when I look in the mirror, which I try to do as infrequently as possible.
It's hard to tell how many Congresspeople they own as so many are stupid and others seem to be brain dead, but still standing with their hands out, palms up.
I worked with a contracting friend before he fell into the Cult of Trump, who carefully looked over the job before he would start. He was accused of paralysis by analysis, but his work is excellent and he seldom needs to redo anything due to lack of prior planning. Perfection is definitely the bain of artists and writers. Perfection is a goal unattainable by imperfect humans - with the possible exception of PB&T sandwiches. (With a bourbon chaser?)
Perfection is definitely also the bain of obsessive-compulsive individuals ( welcome my dear ADHD).
And I would add my deflated 2 canadian cents, to the "perfection is a goal unattainable by imperfect humans" as an exception the Patisserie Patrice " dessert du jour " on Notre-Dame street in Montreal. One of my coping mechanisms. Minced apples with olive oil, taragon, a hint of white chocolate sauce is my main one.
My wife has ADHD. It helped make her a great kitchen designer, but she is never satisfied with anything she has done. As I tell her, "You have buyer's remorse, and NOT buyer's remorse." Your 2 Canadian cents haven't deflated; they have only retracted in the cold as certain male parts do. Besides the age-old question, "Do farts have lumps?" I wonder if the artic blast you sent our way will freeze my PB&T sandwich. The bourbon chasers should be just fine. Montreal sounds like a beautiful place, and perhaps someday I will get a chance to visit - before my country descends into the cesspool of Trumpism.
PB&T&B is certainly the closest thing to perfection any of us could aspire to consume