There's a steakhouse chain in California (and perhaps elsewhere) called "Cattlemen's". When I got out of the AF, I lived quite close to one in Petaluma for a few months, so I went there a number of times.
An interesting feature of their decor was that there were mid-sized (8 x 10, 18 x 24, like that) photos of cattle all over the walls, and on the endcaps of booths. Some individual shots, some small groups. They were like family snapshots.
I was 25 at the time, so it didn't bother me much. But I did wonder what effect it had on the little kids -- it was a popular family place. Also, I quickly learned that it wasn't a great place for a date.
My initial impression of Patrick was that he was kind of a ding-dong. Now that you mention him, I realize that I really haven't heard much about him for a couple years, which may well mean that he's been doing the Governor thing without generating a lot of waste heat.
Don't tell me -- I can look it up for myself. This is just "thanks for the pointer".
May not be the same article, but there was a great one on photgraphing a hot fudge sundae (for Friendly's, I think.) Fake ice cream, fake whipped cream, fake fudge ... they did a job that Madame Tussaud's would envy, creating a "sundae" that could sit under hot lights for hours.
Well, maybe London. I live 50 mins from there so wouldn't notice that as different. Funny- I was at the big bagpipe thing in Fergus a few years back, and a woman with a delicious southern accent told me that she just loved my cute accent and could listen to it all day.
Fake food is a major form of advertising in Japan. The thing is, what you get usually resembles the replica pretty closely.
There's a steakhouse chain in California (and perhaps elsewhere) called "Cattlemen's". When I got out of the AF, I lived quite close to one in Petaluma for a few months, so I went there a number of times.
An interesting feature of their decor was that there were mid-sized (8 x 10, 18 x 24, like that) photos of cattle all over the walls, and on the endcaps of booths. Some individual shots, some small groups. They were like family snapshots.
I was 25 at the time, so it didn't bother me much. But I did wonder what effect it had on the little kids -- it was a popular family place. Also, I quickly learned that it wasn't a great place for a date.
My initial impression of Patrick was that he was kind of a ding-dong. Now that you mention him, I realize that I really haven't heard much about him for a couple years, which may well mean that he's been doing the Governor thing without generating a lot of waste heat.
Don't tell me -- I can look it up for myself. This is just "thanks for the pointer".
But a surprising degree of resemblance to each other.
You're not letting all those washed-ashore polar bear carcasses go to waste, are you?
... the less you'll eat.
Breitbart is still dead. Mubarak is still undead. Romney is still a robot.
McDonalds, home of the burger flavored anus meat on a bun.
May not be the same article, but there was a great one on photgraphing a hot fudge sundae (for Friendly's, I think.) Fake ice cream, fake whipped cream, fake fudge ... they did a job that Madame Tussaud's would envy, creating a "sundae" that could sit under hot lights for hours.
Accent? What accent?
Wait, a post on McDonald's without mention of "anus burgers" and how fat America is? Truly, the Layne Era is dead and gone.
Well, maybe London. I live 50 mins from there so wouldn't notice that as different. Funny- I was at the big bagpipe thing in Fergus a few years back, and a woman with a delicious southern accent told me that she just loved my cute accent and could listen to it all day.
But yeah- Canadian accent? As if.
Not wearing a seat belt for the drive to the studio? Doubtful she's a Canadian.