I made this powerpoint for this week’s lesson - Regional/Iconic American Foods. I went back through and replaced all the text with my student’s reactions.
Chicago deep dish pizza is the best thing ever. Stopppppp
Further evidence that the funniest thing ever written will have inconsistent punctuation
I love how potato in French is pomme de terre, which pretty much means “earth apple.”
like what stupid frenchman saw this:
and said “zis petite légume looks like a, how you say, APPLE! hmmm… but it grows in ze earth… HON HON HON!…
Alex Mayyasi on the Priceonomics blog:
In short, Moleskine is not selling a notebook, it’s selling customers on the identity of being the type of person who uses a moleskine - someone whose cultured globetrotting is reminiscent of Hemingway.
I had a dream within a dream last night. Tragically, it wasn’t very interesting. It was about what river runs through Hartford, Connecticut. In the second-level dream, I found there was an “Esse” River there when I looked on Google Maps. In the first-level dream, I found there was no river at all, but about 2 lakes.
In actuality, the Connecticut River runs through Hartford, Connecticut.
I need more exciting dreams. Or at least ones that don’t involve looking up facts on the computer.
Mike Miner tells classic old-fashioned jokes. Heavy on the puns. He’s like those pieces of ginger they put on sushi plates for between bites of unagi — a nice crisp palate-cleanser that you don’t have to struggle to interpret.
We’ve gathered plenty more of our favorite of his tweets over here:
IMDB Top 250 in 2 1/2 Minutes
This might have been better if it were 5 minutes, but enough of these are iconic enough that you can pick up probably half the movies.
What’s the opposite of “Achievement Unlocked”? Because I feel like I deserve it for “Feeling mildly depressed and seriously antisocial on a Saturday Night / Discover unopened bottles of rum and Coke in a mostly-empty kitchen”.
Ex-teen superhero battling unemployment, bureaucracy, Marketing, and occasionally supervillains.
"This is just a fascinating hero name we’ve picked for you, Miss Martinez," said the man from Marketing, smiling benevolently over his clipboard. Velma squashed the urge to send her Barbie to scratch the eyes out of his smug face. "And why do you think we chose that name for you?"
“‘Cause I bring toys to life, and they said that ‘The Puppeteer’ and ‘Bride of Chucky’ had negative connotations,” she said.
The man from Marketing laughed. “No, silly! You bring toys to life with love.”
That was the exact moment when Velma knew that the man from Marketing was an idiot.