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Post by Phalon on Nov 27, 2007 22:10:45 GMT -6
Seriously? Spam? I didn't know they still made that stuff....or that people actually eat it.
I can only remember eating it once. "Spam burgers" cooked by the roomate of a guy I was going out with. Early twenties bachelor food: fried spam on a hamburger bun with pickles, mustard and mayo. It was out of politeness I tried it, and by extreme will-power I choked it down. Way, way too salty for my taste. It kinda-sorta reminded me of molded together scrapple, and I don't like that either.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Nov 27, 2007 22:54:55 GMT -6
Where do you stand, Whooshites, on Spam? Cooked or uncooked? I will eat it either way. But a fried or grilled Spam sandwich on plain white bread w/ plenty of Miracle Whip is a treat. And, hey, you can almost get your daily allotment of sodium in just one sandwich! Sorry Siren...but I don't think I'll be able to eat again for a week.....
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 28, 2007 6:10:35 GMT -6
Hawaii has the largest consumption of Spam in the United States. Where do you stand, Whooshites, on Spam? Cooked or uncooked? I will eat it either way. But a fried or grilled Spam sandwich on plain white bread w/ plenty of Miracle Whip is a treat. And, hey, you can almost get your daily allotment of sodium in just one sandwich! MG, Vox, kat, do you have Spam where you are? Is it popular? Yep, we have it down here Siren, but can't say whether I prefer it cooked or uncooked because to be quite honest I'm not really sure if I've ever tried it [ and seeing Scrappy's reaction I'm not sure I want to either ] maybe way back through the mists of time but can't recall. Always have a small can of Shoulder Ham on hand, which I guess is kinda like Spam, and is great on sandwiches or dry biscuits. Yikes I just looked it [ Spam ] up on Wikipedia and it seems like it's made mostly of saturated fat and salt, I could feel my arteries clogging up just reading about it.
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Post by Siren on Nov 30, 2007 0:48:12 GMT -6
If shoulder ham is spreadable, Spam makes a version of that, too. Then, there's deviled ham. Not sure what the devil the difference is. Yes, Spam is very, very salty. Pretty fatty, too. So, Spam is a rare treat. Fact: Walt Disney World is home to the largest working wardrobe in the world, with over 2.5 million costumes in its inventory. I hope you brought your mittens, kat. Catch!
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Post by katina2nd on Nov 30, 2007 20:39:16 GMT -6
If shoulder ham is spreadable, Spam makes a version of that, too. Then, there's deviled ham. Not sure what the devil the difference is. Nope, not spreadable, though I imagine you could pound it into a paste if ya had a mind to, but it's great in slices with a little tomato sauce on it, and has nowhere near as many nasties in it as Spam. I hope you brought your mittens, kat. Catch! What in sam hill is this, we've got flying Fruitcakes AND flying Snowballs at the same time, this place is gettin' hazardous. Thanks Siren, keep a lookout over your shoulder, this may just end up returning to sender somewhere down the line in the meantime though I'll just seek out some other poor unsuspecting soul.
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Post by Phalon on Dec 1, 2007 8:16:21 GMT -6
Potentially life saving useless fact, (other than limiting your Spam intake):
Lying on your back and slowly raising your legs will prevent you from sinking into quicksand.
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Post by Siren on Dec 3, 2007 20:49:35 GMT -6
*keeping an eye out for Aussies bearing snowballs*
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Post by Phalon on Jan 10, 2008 22:51:53 GMT -6
A human sneeze creates a blast of air that can be moving more than 100 miles per hour.
A human body sheds about 600,000 particles of skin every hour; that's about 1.5 pounds a year. By age 70, an average human will have lost 105 pounds of skin.
A human's risk of heart attack is higher on Monday than any other day of the week.
The average human drinks about 16,000 gallons of water in his or her lifetime.
Humans lose an average of 40 to 100 strands of hair every day.
Each time you lick stamp, your body consumes one tenth of a calorie.
Human babies are born with 350 bones, but by adulthood they only have 206 bones in their bodies.
Dang, according to this, by the time we die we'll mostly likely be a limp, hairless, skinless bloated water-balloon, popped from the force of our own sneeze....and damn, you wonder why people hate Mondays.
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Post by Siren on Jan 13, 2008 23:00:40 GMT -6
"By age 70, an average human will have lost 105 pounds of skin." That is an amazing little factoid. In fact, your whole list, there, is very interesting. A bit unsettling, but interesting.
Has the "Universe Within" exhibit come to a museum near you? The one that features real human cadavers, displaying all the workings of our innards? My sisters really, really wanted to see it. I'm too squeamish.
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Post by Scrappy Amazon on Jan 14, 2008 0:21:14 GMT -6
I'm right there with ya Siren.....I had a chance to see that during my road trip....I passed.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 14, 2008 0:30:42 GMT -6
Shoot, there are morgue scenes during CSI that I have to watch through squinted eyes, and pillow up to my chin because I'm too squeamish. No way could I view that exhibit without "eeew"ing the entire way through, or coming out with bruises from walking into the walls because my eyes were closed.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 21, 2008 8:04:28 GMT -6
Celebrity Fruits and Vegies....no, not Carrot Top, or the Fruit of the Loom Guys....
In 1905, a plum grower from California used 500 monkeys to pick plums from his orchards, in an attempt to save labor costs. Unfortunately, these new "hired hands" of his ate all the plums they picked.
Crystal City, Texas, is the spinach capital of the world, and in 1937, erected a statue to honor both cartoonist E.C. Segar and his character, Popeye, for their influence on American’s consumption of spinach. Popeye was credited with a shopping thirty-three percent increase in sales and was given recognition for single-handedly saving the spinach industry.
Marilyn Monroe was crowned Artichoke Queen in 1948 in Castroville, CA, the “home of the artichoke”.
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Post by Siren on Jan 24, 2008 22:58:39 GMT -6
Hummingbirds are the only birds that can fly backwards.
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Post by Siren on Jan 29, 2008 9:09:21 GMT -6
Most American car horns beep in the tone of F.
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Post by Phalon on Jan 30, 2008 6:42:02 GMT -6
In the tone of F.....that's gotta be because there's all that finger waving, and 'get out of my f-ing way', 'what the f are you doing?', and 'f-u'ing going on when most horns are blown. Gotta stay in key, you know.
Arachibutyrophobia is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth.
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Post by Siren on Feb 2, 2008 19:59:03 GMT -6
In the tone of F.....that's gotta be because there's all that finger waving, and 'get out of my f-ing way', 'what the f are you doing?', and 'f-u'ing going on when most horns are blown. Gotta stay in key, you know. LMAO!!! Here's a dazzler for all the folks who feel like they're getting more than their share of snow right now: almost 187 inches of snow fell in seven days on Thompson Pass, Alaska in February, 1953.
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Post by Phalon on Feb 2, 2008 20:03:18 GMT -6
ACK! Makes me feel bad for complaining about all the shoveling and blowing I've done in the last few days. Nothing like a bit of comparision to humble one's grumbles.
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Post by Mini Mia on Feb 7, 2008 0:34:28 GMT -6
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Post by Phalon on Feb 7, 2008 9:10:18 GMT -6
ACK! That is just gross, ranking up there with binding feet as a form of disfiguring body mutilation for the sake of what? Makes me glad we live in a time and place where such things are not considered "necessary", and sad that some people and cultures have, or once had considered them as such.
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Post by Mini Mia on Feb 7, 2008 15:10:38 GMT -6
She claimed she was active, but I just don't see how. She has to rest a beat and take a breath to finish more than a couple of sentences.
That has to put a lot of strain on her back to support each level of her body.
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Post by Siren on Feb 29, 2008 0:41:52 GMT -6
NECCO (New England Confectionery Company), America's oldest multi-line candy company, began in 1847. They produce the classic NECCO Wafers, Sweethearts Conversation Hearts, Mary Jane (peanut butter & molasses chews), Clark bars (chocolate-coated peanut butter crunch), Mighty Malts, Haviland Thin Mints, and Candy House Candy Buttons, among other treats. www.necco.com/
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Post by Phalon on Feb 29, 2008 7:42:08 GMT -6
Eeeew, Mary Janes. I never liked them, but they seemed to be a popular item on Halloween. Mine ended up in the same place as the candy corn - in the trash.
Speaking of Halloween and candy....
Halloween is ranked tops as far as chocolate buying holidays go...in second comes Easter; next the winter holidays, (Christmas, Hanukkah, and Kwanzaa). Then comes sweets for the sweets: Valentine's Day.
Sweet, sweet Kisses are always welcome - not just just on Valentine's Day, but all year 'round....
Hershey’s Kisses are the most popular packaged candy in the U.S. Hershey has to make about 33 million Kisses a day. They first hit the market in 1907, but during World War II the company stopped making them, because the metal for the silver foil was needed for other uses.
And then there are the duds....
Milk Duds first appeared in stores in 1926. They were supposed to be perfectly round, but since they weren’t, these bite-sized candies were called “duds”.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 2, 2008 7:20:35 GMT -6
Yo-yos are considered to be history's second oldest toy, (the first being the doll), having been around for twenty-five hundred years.
They were called by different names throughout history, but the word "yo-yo" comes from the Philippines; it means "to come back". And while, in most cultures, a yo-yo was a toy, in the Phillippines it was used as a weopon for over four hundred years. Phillippino yo-yos were large, with sharp edges, studded, and attached to twenty-foot ropes for flinging at enemies or prey.
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Post by Siren on Mar 3, 2008 9:37:23 GMT -6
There's nothing like the thrill of Milk Duds - wondering if this time, that crown on your tooth really will come off! But I love the flavor. Our straight-to-the-trash Halloween candy rejects were the little, striped, hard-shell peanut butter candies, and the peanut butter kisses wrapped in orange or black waxy paper. As dear Gabbin would say, yick! "Phillippino yo-yos were large, with sharp edges, studded, and attached to twenty-foot ropes for flinging at enemies or prey." Gads! That sounds like a weapon they'd invent for "Xena". Remember the dude with his own version of the chakram? He might've won if he'd used a razor-studded yo-yo. Nah. He never had a chance! Fact: the average child eats over 15 pounds of cereal a year.
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Post by moonglum on Mar 3, 2008 15:34:39 GMT -6
One of those strange facts you see printed on the back of something....
'Snails can sleep for up to 3 years'
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Post by Phalon on Mar 4, 2008 0:51:39 GMT -6
Speaking of peanuts....remember those orange, peanut-shaped things; circus peanuts, I think they were called. Eeeeew - a straight-to-the-trash candy for sure.
<Wonders what the back of something was that Moonglum was reading.>
Interesting though...little Rip Van Winkles of the animal world.
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Post by Siren on Mar 4, 2008 8:43:56 GMT -6
Circus peanuts - my granny used to buy those. I liked them. How do you feel about those candy orange slices?
Another "oh, ick" candy for me: black licorice. But my dad loves it.
"Snails can sleep for up to 3 years." Sounds like me, back in college.
Here's another one:
Sloths sleep about 20 hours a day.
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Post by Siren on Mar 6, 2008 8:50:26 GMT -6
The world's smallest park - 452 square inches - is in Portland, Oregon: www.portlandonline.com/parks/finder/index.cfm?PropertyID=265&action=ViewParkI like this whimsical little story about it, too. The link below doesn't work, so I copied the story: www.sunset.com/sunset/garden/article/0,20633,674686,00.html World's smallest park Think your yard is small? Here's some inspiration from a park in a posthole by Dale Conour Some good can come of sitting at your desk, staring out the window. Take Dick Fagan, columnist for the old Oregon Journal. Looking down on what is now Naito Parkway in downtown Portland one day, a patch of weeds in the middle of the median strip caught his eye. The space was supposed to hold a lamppost, but that never showed up, so the tiny square had grown into an eyesore. An Irishman through and through, Fagan celebrated St. Patrick's Day of 1948 by planting flowers in the little plot and christening it "Mill Ends Park, the smallest park in the world." To the delight of readers, he then populated it with "a colony of leprechauns, the only colony west of the Emerald Isle" and chronicled the comings and goings within its modest confines in his column, "Mill Ends." Fagan died in 1969, but the park lives on. It was recognized by the Guinness Book of World Records in 1971, dedicated as a city park in 1976, and has been rebuilt and replanted many times over the years. So the next time you catch yourself staring out the window, look closely: Leprechauns may be in short supply, but Dick Fagan proved that there are little bits of magic lurking in the everyday. Naito Parkway and Taylor Street. Portland Parks & Recreation: (503) 823-2223.
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magnus greel
Whooshite Candidate
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Post by magnus greel on Mar 7, 2008 1:41:26 GMT -6
Lobsters can achieve a velocity of hundreds of miles per hour, if strapped to a 747. Your own mileage may vary.
Narnia is a real place. Michigan isn't.
A pregnant goldfish (in Australia) is called a twit.
Squid can commit suicide by eating their own tentacles.
Cats do a thing with their eyes to express emotion, sort of blinking and unblinking very slowly. An old friend of mine observed this, and it was independently confirmed by another friend by way of her cat book.
As for reports of high intelligence, I can't see a cat sitting still for an IQ test. They may be like the punks at the back of the class who act too good for school, maybe because they don't get the questions and are covering. I like cats, though.
Do fish settle anyplace to sleep, or do they just drift? If the latter, they'll always wake up and wonder where the hell they are. The rest of us require alcohol to achieve this.
Radioactive giant lobsters could allow us to transport ourselves on their backs at twice the speed of light to other solar systems, theoretically, or else kill everybody. I won't know until tomorrow when the experiment's done.
President George Herbert Walker Texas Ranger Bush is a pregnant goldfish.
Oprah once became so wonderful that she required surgery or else she would be so wonderful that she would die from the sheer wonder people experienced in her presence. (Sort of a wonderfulness backblast.) When David Letterman made up with her, she knew she was too wonderful to live. Either that or she went in for liposuction, who knows....
I'm thinking about calling someone for an intervention on behalf of the giant squid in the condo next door. He seems sort of listless lately, every time I see him reaching a tentacle out the window for the morning paper, and I think he might be about to do something drastic with his own tentacles.
There were Communists under my bed, but they're much happier now in the giant cage I set up in the living room, where they get to run on a nice big jumbo size wheel and eat table scraps. They like to look out the window and wave at passing rocket launchers on the freeway.
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Post by Phalon on Mar 8, 2008 7:48:26 GMT -6
This is such a cute story. I liked the accompanying article on the picture link too. It goes to show that Mom was right when she said, "Good things come in small packages." It's nice to think such a tiny place has provided enjoyment for so many, both to those who visited "Mill Ends Park", and for those who read Fagan's column. What a fun little fact.
Hi Magnus. Thanks for your list of "facts" too.
HA! I knew it!!!
This could explain quite a lot......those blank stares I receive from the girls for example. Sometimes it seems as if they aren't listening to me at all when I tell them to do something; it's as if I'm not even there, standing with my hands on my hips, right in front of them. Obviously we are in two different places - now I see I'm talking to them from the inside of the imaginary Mitten, the wool muffling my voice, while they reside in their real fantasy land, where they can be the slobs that they sometimes are, without having to pick up after themselves.
I knew I shoulda turned right at the thumb. Damn that goat boy.
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