There is a disturbing amount of Golden Girls fan fiction out there in the world.
I cannot rightly ascertain in my own mind what would possess so many people to do so much of this.
There is a disturbing amount of Golden Girls fan fiction out there in the world.
I cannot rightly ascertain in my own mind what would possess so many people to do so much of this.
What song breaks your heart everytime you listen to it?
“Winter” by Tori Amos, specifically the live Montreux 1991 version. That might just be the best live performance of all time by anyone and it’s vastly superior to the studio release (which is still really good).
Dang, YouTube, just because I watched some gospel music live doesn’t mean I now want everything to be Jesus-themed 24/7. I mean, I like gospel music but Jesus doesn’t need to be jumping out from behind every (burning*) bush everywhere I look.
*Yes, I know that’s the Old Testament.
Waitress could not understand what we wanted.
One time I called up a restaurant to put in a to-go order. This was a place we’d eaten at several times before so we were familiar with the menu. Peruvian joint. I ordered my meal using the Spanish first — and my Spanish pronunciation is pretty good. She had no idea what I was talking about.
So then I switched to English. Still had no idea what I was talking about. Note that this is a common item that has been on their menu for years. Eventually, she figured out what I wanted after I said it in both languages maybe a dozen times. Maybe she was new? I don’t know but it was indeed mildly frustrating to attempt to order a normal menu item and be treated like you were attempting to acquire some Nepalese yak meat or something.