Keeping the Oh Snap alive! Just waiting for the Snap Son to make it's come back. I like both of these so much.

Personally, I'm rather fond of a singular Snap or SNAP. Maybe some Shnap or Shizz-nap -- put that one together with some dee oh double gee!

I just really like the word "snap", especially in this particular emotional context. It's so positive and upbeat; I feel awake. And it's not at all contradictory or assuming like Bad, Cool or Radical; and, not nearly as aggrandizing as Awesome.

It's also not emotionally inappropriate like Sick, Rude or Bomb. Nor strange and alienating like Gnarly, Gnar, Gnar Gnar, and Sicky Gnar Gnar. Or as fluffy and clueless as Bodacious and Tubular; you can't Shwing everything; and, calling your mom's apple pie Tight or Fit is just... not right. (And what's Book?)

Snap. It's the musical sound of your fingers. Addam's Family says what? Snap Snap.

Still... NOT excited enough to go out and pick up some onyx yeast and put it on my toast. But, if I see it laying around on... someone's floor(?...?) I'll give it a go.

((?...?) = the questioning look of mild disgust on my face, best represented colloquially as a deadpan "wut.")

He got a couple of things right - use freshly toasted bread with butter, but it doesn't have to be white, and also the butter doesn't have to melt in, butter is awesome no matter how much you use Basically, use the vegemite like salt and you're good. It always boggles me when I see the video's of people tasting it - they may as well be eating a spoonful of salt, they wouldn't enjoy that either, but salt, used correctly, is an essential ingredient in most dishes.

My favourite is whole grain toast, lots of butter, a very thin layer of marmite/vegemite and some avocado +/- some freshly sliced tomato.

LOL Americans are so dumb. You're not meant to lather it on like you guys do with peanut butter. It's supposed to be a little bit spread thin. They've even made a picture guide for yanks that refuse to listen

http://blogs.acu.edu.au/international/files/2014/08/vegemite-toast.jpg

I have been saying this for years.
I remember at my grad exhibition in Art School, I did this one painting, which took my about 150 hours to create, (http://www3.telus.net/Nickel/links/400/paintings/lynettandjoanne_400.jpg).
or: http://www3.telus.net/Nickel/links/400/paintings/lynetteandjoanne_detail_400.jpg

And this other classmate, made wax molds of toast, laid a few in the center of the floor in a room, and called it an "Installation.

Now, I was supposed to "OOOO" and "AHHH" over her work, but her and her friends, were rallying against my painting, calling it trash and no point. If had wanted to make something realistic, then I should have been a photographer..., I was wasting my time.

Moral of the story: My piece sold, hers didn't.

I was blessed to hear from one of my truly favorite people here after another wonderful missive earlier and it brought to my mind another here for whom I hold much regard and love but who may not by my neglect know fully enough so.

So to you as well, my favorite toast:

May those that love us, love us.
For those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

And if I may as well offer:

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Happy St. Patty's Day, enoch my brother,...much love.

O U T S T A N D I N G...S I R I U S L Y...the Aether has been kind to this unworthy one! ! ! ! ! ! !

It is always incredible to hear from you with a distantly close second that is your imagery. I love it...mesmerizing and seductive like a velvet blade. Some play in my mind recurrently.

Happy Drunken Irish Bastard Day to you too my friend. Please, to you my brother I offer my favorite toast:

May those that love us, love us.
For those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we’ll know them by their limping.

I miss you too rougy. You long ago won a place in my heart and mind. I wax Irish upon you,

May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

Peace and blessings upon you my friend. Thank you very much.

I wonder what French Toast does to you.

Sure looked like Nutella... years ago, started a post-doc at UQ in Brisbane, temporarily rooming at Gatton College. 1st morning, jet lagged at breakfast in dining hall, lathered it on white toast and laid into it. Managed to keep it down, but the gag reflex was winning. Students howled, all in good fun though. When I checked out 2 weeks later, they gave me a gift of a giant jar of it and a homemade booklet "How to Eat Vegemite"... good memories, but could never stomach it again.

It is a yeast extract that is not dissimilar in taste to demiglaze stock off the bottom of a pan (ie. stock boiled down to the consistency of, well, vegemite...)

Aka, incredibly concentrated.

With melted butter on toast, you apply would be lovingly described as a smear. You mix it with the melted butter to form a savoury topping rather than a "good old US PB&J thickness coating".

As an aside, a single teaspoon of vegemite makes a reasonably strong broth in a mug that is great for sore throats.

But please America, keep on spreading it on like cake frosting, we love the videos... =D

I'm mostly on the same page as you, however I am also obsessed with the politics and pseudo-science of the fictional universe.

Everything is doublethink. I could shit on a piece of toast one second and then eat it the next -- and believe it was nutella.

But that's just me.

I'm still puzzled how this guy went from the laughing stock as an actor to an Oscar winner and toast of Hollywood. Did he make a deal with Satan or something?

I agree, but to play devil's advocate here are two counterpoints:

1) The YT-1300 was designed as a freighter, and the Millennium Falcon only became a capable warship after pretty extensive modification by Lando and Han Solo. So, perhaps some of those flaws can be justified with "not really intended to be a combat vessel" rationale.

2) Or even ignoring that, shielding seems to be established as being much more important than armor plating around wires and pipes in the Star Wars universe. TIEs (at least the lower models) have no shielding whatsoever, and the only thing that separates them from just being pure cannon fodder is size, agility, and numbers.

But even in medium fighters that DO have shields, it seems like they at best protect against a very low number of glancing hits -- we see X and Y wings with shields go down after 1-2 hits a LOT in the movies. In that scenario, I guess there isn't a whole lot of need to slow yourself down with heavy armor plating that might let you survive another hit if you are lucky. Kinda like how modern police officers and soldiers don't wear heavy steel plate armor; they either wear kevlar (think "shields") or nothing but clothing/uniform.

So, maybe the larger ships in Star Wars stock up on shields and aren't too fussed about physically covering up systems -- once the shields are down you're pretty much toast anyway.

Indeed. This is what you call over-engineering.

The kind of guy who would build a flamethrower to toast some bread.

i did some mural work years ago and they paid me some cash and a modified 77 280Z.

and when i say modified,i mean MODIFIED.
brand new straight 6 with a cam,1800 stall converter and porsche transmission and linkage.

it looked very similar to the 240 in this video.
was a total rust bucket.
the suspension was toast and the u-joints were all bad.
no muffler....just a straight pipe ..yeah..that baby was LOUD.
chug chug CHUG chug chug....
didnt even have a key for the ignition,started it with a screwdriver.

but holy hell could it move on a straight away.
mustang GT's were my favorite to embarrass.
i would stay with em till they hit 4th gear (round 50 mph) and i would hit second,chirp the tires and wave...buh bye....

man,now that i think about it...
how am i still alive?
damn car was a death trap.

Are they part of verbal language? No...but they are a part of symbol language--which is every type of language that exists, even written symbols (Which generate their own by italics and exclamation marks, etc.)

Now you know--this PSA brought to you by 50cents and Lawdeedaw...now lets toast to the good life.