Inconsequential Chat

Bread is like the sun - 

It rises in the yeast

And sets in the waist.

marksierra said:
Bread is like the sun - 

It rises in the yeast
And sets in the waist.

 Right. I’ve told D (and yes, I’m finally back!!)

The curse of the deadline!

Will you look at that?

Pot at the end of the rainbow!       

A handy guide to Jewish holidays, now in spreadsheet form:

missed you!

That holiday guide is BRILLIANT!!!   

Scully said:
That holiday guide is BRILLIANT!!!   

 Stolen from the interwebs, of course!

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I’m just listing this for marksierra:

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-04-07/coober-pedy-opal-town-remote-drive-in-cinema/10917084

I’m not sure when he was last out that way, but like most Aussies, there’s a fascination with Coober Pedy. How can you not love a town that has a drive-in cinema that has to explicitly ban explosives in the audience area??  

Thanks, @joanne,

We are planning to be in the Coober Pedy area either later this year, or some time next year.

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And, something else to think about ...  If you rip a hole in a net, there are actually fewer holes in it than there were previously.

marksierra said:
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 Picnics?

joanne said:

marksierra said:
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 Picnics?

 True.  But of the sort to do damage to a tree?

I'll just leave this here...

I just stepped on a corn flake.

I suppose that makes me a cereal killer.

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That’s no way to celebrate  

Losing weight doesn't seem to be working for me.

From now on, I'm going to concentrate on getting taller.

D agrees with you; ‘it’s all a matter of perspective’

« From one tall man to another »

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This is one of those 'cross your fingers and hope everything turns out okay' stories:

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-05-03/bold-plan-to-save-the-blue-tailed-skink-of-christmas-island/10666578

One for musical sight-readers today

You come from dust, you will return to dust.

That's why I don't dust - it could be someone I know.

Five drunk guys will start a fight

Five stoned guys will start a band.

The most common ghosts are the ones that appear dressed in a white sheet with flailing arms.

These are people who died whilst changing their duvet covers.  They are condemned to wander in bedrooms forever, trying to find the corners.

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Dear Wine,

We had a deal!

You were to make me funnier, sexier, smarter and a better dancer.

I've seen the video.

We need to talk.

Stressed?  Angry at the world?

People just need to chill out.

We're floating in space on a giant rock we can't leave.

Look at the stars or something.

Stop being so awful to each other.