Where’s Yoda when you need him?
Geek on geek crime.
I was disappointed this wasn’t Norwich, Conn.
Your opinions about beer are wrong, and you should feel bad about that, per the SB Nation staff
SB Nation writers have a fun time with a Slate column about hopheads and while I think the whole race to the highest IBUs is similar to eating the hottest wing I also don’t care.
Drink what you like! Drink less, drink better and support craft brewing. It isn’t like its whiskey after all where bourbon > filtered Tennessee sipping whiskey any day of the week.
D.C. is “a little less special” now — Toronto allegedly has a crack smoking mayor too. Mayor Barry had no advice to give though.
Toronto also had an epic Game 7 collapse by the Maple Leafs (the Caps just don’t show up in game 7s) and an earthquake.
Star Trekkin’ across the Universe (by Trekkieish)
This better be the title of the third J.J. Abrams Trek movie.
When I was in Boy Scouts, one of the other scouts was borderline-obsessed with finding this song which wasn’t easy pre-internet.
May 14, 2013 (by mf mouse)
Apparent electrical fire on the Metro at Silver Spring.
These are not the worst of times for sports fans in postchampionship Cleveland, John Hyduk writes, only the latest.
I enjoyed the fourth paragraph from the bottom:
My co-worker Ray trails dreadlocks, speaks fluent Bob Marley and always surprises. Ray is a cabbage wizard, and if there’s a rarer bird than a Rastafarian who cooks Bavarian, I haven’t found one. Ray read somewhere that whale vomit, or ambergris, is more precious than gold. He proposes to get a boat and fetch that treasure. Someday. What he lacks is a crew.
Burn on, big river, burn on
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Fun, non-binding bracket.
finding nemo fish tank on Flickr.
Isn’t a fish tank based on Finding Nemo missing the point of the movie?
What Orr would find is that, in 1943 in Piedras Negras, Mexico — just across the border from Eagle Pass, a group of hungry army wives were the first to eat the meal. When the ladies went to a restaurant called the Victory Club, the maitre d’, Ignacio “Nacho” Anaya greeted them. Without a chef around, Anaya threw together whatever food he could find in the kitchen that “consisted of near canapes of tortilla chips, cheese, and jalapeno peppers.” The cheese of choice was reportedly Wisconsin cheddar. Anaya named the dish Nachos Especiales and it caught on—on both sides of the border—and the orignal title was shortened to “nachos.”
Smithsonian Magazine on the history of nachos