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I’m sure this is everywhere, and it’s all over the internet, and whatever, but I just want this here. It needs to be mine.
THIS GUY
Still Living Like a Runaway: tonight.pm
I go to the same restaurant with a group of friends every Tuesday night. The guest list is constantly changing from week to week as people go on vacation or have other engagements, so we never really know how many people will be there on a given night.
Whoever has the unfortunate luck to be the…
Amazing!
While designing this sweet little thing for Keith and Casey, I came this close to finally knowing what a Hunger Game is. Not close enough, but still, this exists now.
This was fun to help put together and I’ve gotten a real kick out of watching the reactions on Twitter this weekend! I think we might clear 500k views by the end of the day and we *may have* added a tiny chance that you can win the Hunger Games that you participated in this afternoon, so let me know if you’re one of the lucky ones!
Click the link. Play the hunkers game.
Except you can’t show a topless woman on TV - and you can’t defibrillate a woman in a bra. So victims of heart attacks on TV are *always* male. Did you know that a woman having a heart attack is more likely to have back or jaw pain than chest or left arm pain? I didn’t - because I’ve never seen a woman having a heart attack. I’ve been trained in CPR and Advanced First Aid by the Red Cross over 15 times in my life, the videos and booklets always have a guy and say the same thing about clutching his chest and/or bicep.
And people laugh when I tell them women are still invisible in this world.
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Things I did not know, but should.
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They put up some awesome billboards in austin a few months ago showing the signs of a heart attack that women will feel. And I know they were effective because I was in the car when mando saw the billboard and said “Man I had no idea women had different symptoms for heart attacks!”
Way to go city of mine :)
Even better? A woman having all the “classic” (read: male) symptoms of heart attack is more than twice as likely to be sent home from the ER than to be checked out, EKGed, and examined.
Because we’re just hormone-addled hysterics. :-(
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i do not endorse feministing but factual quote.
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Women are actually more likely than men to have ‘silent’ heart attacks (as are those with diabetes).
Regarding the whole defibrillation bizzo & cardiac resuscitation, the survival rates on tv from cardiac arrest are wildly inaccurate compared to real life. Something like 80% on tv vs. 20% in real life?
[Sorry for no reference as I’m on my phone, but most medical textbooks will note this.]
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This song is my jam. Until you watch this, don’t even bother talking to me about PP&M.
This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. Thanks, Laura
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Fuck Fondant
I made fondant today for a baking project. It was by far my least favorite thing I’ve ever had to do in the kitchen. I’ve baked cookies, pies, cakes, brownies, blondies, galettes, custards, crumbles, crisps, breads, tortes, tarts, muffins, biscuits, scones, flans, puddings, and lord knows what else. This week alone, I made a layer cake, cookies, and two cheesecakes. Nothing has been a bigger hassle than fondant.
My trusty piece of shit $20 hand mixer from Target, which I’ve used in almost every recipe I’ve made for over two years, was killed tonight by fondant. Hand-kneading the fondant was worse than any bread or dough I’ve ever kneaded. By the time I was done, there was fondant on my hands, my face, the ceiling, the floor (until my dog found out about it), and my wife.
And the kicker is, fondant doesn’t even taste good! It’s a cosmetic ingredient!
SO, if you’re a baker and you need fondant to give your recipe that extra little bit of bland-tasting class, do yourself a favor. Do not make your own fondant. Do not consider making your own fondant. Go to your local baking store or craft store. Look for the picture of a douchey guy with a backwards baseball cap. That Fred-Durst-lookin’ motherfucker is the Guy Fieri of fondant, Duff Goldman, and he’ll sell you a bucket of fondant for like five bucks. I swear to you it will be the value of your life.
Once you hit the ripe old age of 27, there is nothing in this world that is very exciting.
