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Well I've actually gone and set a frying pan on fire. I am cooking rice to go with the mango vegetable curry I made, and all of a sudden there was this terrible smell, and I realized that the handle of the frying pan behind the rice pot was actually in flames. Go me.
So yesterday while I was waiting for Celia in the Virgin Megastore, I had swapped offhand remarks about the store with an early middle-aged guy who was trying to keep his 7 year old from grabbing every movie in the bargain bin for "family movie night". This guy eventually ended up somewhere behind me, holding the Steve Martin remake of the Pink Panther, which the kid had pulled out but with relatively little enthusiasm. They also had the original first Pink Panther movie on the shelf. A minute later, I heard the most insane thing I might have ever heard in my life:
7 Year Old: Oh my god look, the original Pink Panther!
His Dad: How do you know it's the original?
7 Year Old: [now holding the DVD] Because it's by Blake Edwards.
His Dad: [as if there was nothing weird about a 7 year old knowing who Blake Edwards is] Yeah, he did all of the Pink Panther movies.
I swear to god I turned around and stared at this kid open-mouthed. Just like when I saw Superthug Dawson's Creek Fan on the subway, this totally fascinating amazing insane thing had just happened, and NOBODY HEARD IT.
The other really funny thing we saw was uptown there was a red minivan double parked along a side street, so this other car comes up behind it and starts honking for the guy to move. And keeps honking. And keeps honking. But the moron didn't realize that the minivan was EMPTY, even though it was a MINIVAN and had huge windows, and the car was clearly not on. This person was sitting there honking at an empty car until we were actually out of earshot.
We then walked 70 blocks up Manhattan with the vague end goal of going to Zabar's and getting some obscure European deli meat from Celia's childhood, which we got, and I found the curry I had been searching high and low for (which is now simmering in a pot with three kinds of peppers, onions, potatoes and a mango).
And then I set the frying pan on fire...
My friend Eric doing his taxes on Turbotax:
rhayader83 (5:16:48 PM): ok one of the options for the state part is
rhayader83 (5:17:08 PM): "Reimbursed because you lost property as the result of the actions or policies of Nazi Germany toward Holocaust victims"
rhayader83 (5:17:10 PM): o.O
thefuturistknows (5:17:16 PM): oh, yeah lol
thefuturistknows (5:17:18 PM): I noticed that too
rhayader83 (5:17:31 PM): I don't remember that from last year
thefuturistknows (5:17:34 PM): LOL
thefuturistknows (5:17:36 PM): I know
So yesterday while I was waiting for Celia in the Virgin Megastore, I had swapped offhand remarks about the store with an early middle-aged guy who was trying to keep his 7 year old from grabbing every movie in the bargain bin for "family movie night". This guy eventually ended up somewhere behind me, holding the Steve Martin remake of the Pink Panther, which the kid had pulled out but with relatively little enthusiasm. They also had the original first Pink Panther movie on the shelf. A minute later, I heard the most insane thing I might have ever heard in my life:
7 Year Old: Oh my god look, the original Pink Panther!
His Dad: How do you know it's the original?
7 Year Old: [now holding the DVD] Because it's by Blake Edwards.
His Dad: [as if there was nothing weird about a 7 year old knowing who Blake Edwards is] Yeah, he did all of the Pink Panther movies.
I swear to god I turned around and stared at this kid open-mouthed. Just like when I saw Superthug Dawson's Creek Fan on the subway, this totally fascinating amazing insane thing had just happened, and NOBODY HEARD IT.
The other really funny thing we saw was uptown there was a red minivan double parked along a side street, so this other car comes up behind it and starts honking for the guy to move. And keeps honking. And keeps honking. But the moron didn't realize that the minivan was EMPTY, even though it was a MINIVAN and had huge windows, and the car was clearly not on. This person was sitting there honking at an empty car until we were actually out of earshot.
We then walked 70 blocks up Manhattan with the vague end goal of going to Zabar's and getting some obscure European deli meat from Celia's childhood, which we got, and I found the curry I had been searching high and low for (which is now simmering in a pot with three kinds of peppers, onions, potatoes and a mango).
And then I set the frying pan on fire...
My friend Eric doing his taxes on Turbotax:
rhayader83 (5:16:48 PM): ok one of the options for the state part is
rhayader83 (5:17:08 PM): "Reimbursed because you lost property as the result of the actions or policies of Nazi Germany toward Holocaust victims"
rhayader83 (5:17:10 PM): o.O
thefuturistknows (5:17:16 PM): oh, yeah lol
thefuturistknows (5:17:18 PM): I noticed that too
rhayader83 (5:17:31 PM): I don't remember that from last year
thefuturistknows (5:17:34 PM): LOL
thefuturistknows (5:17:36 PM): I know