Which Goddess are you?

Before you go to this quiz let me tell you that the Japanese must be behind it. You'll see why I say that. It's hard to look at the quiz page, too, because it's bright pink, but I know Ea for one will adore it. (And frankly I was hoping for Ceres!) See the comments for more before you click.

Your Result is: CERES

Goddess of nurturing spirit. Compassionate and sensitive. You value life. A green peace advocate in your own way and a great friend. ;?>



Take Which Goddess are you?

Bread in a can

Barefeet:

that is sort of what i thought the soul looked like when i was a kid

honest to god

Barf and Pens: A Photojournalistic Attempt at Assigning Human Attributes to Nonhuman Markets by Allegorizing Trading-Floor Employees

The first thing to go for Bob was the lips.










Agents experienced a nauseating warping of the space-time continuum when the Dow dipped below 8,000 and took their names away.










"I never should've ordered that trailer for my Eskimo mistress."









Nausea gave way to headaches as agents continued to suffer at the hands of unoriginal photographers with expensive cameras.











"Why are my hands so small! Think what I could have done with bigger hands!"















"You know why this happened, don't you, Peter? Because you wore blue on a Tuesday! You know you always wear the yellow on a Tuesday, and I wear the blue! This is why the Mets never make it to the Big Dance!"














Having lost the retirement savings of everyone he knows, Agent 1224 double-checks on his brain.














"Ramen! I'm never going to be able to eat anything but ramen!"
















944's deepest regret was that he hadn't splurged on way nicer pens.














Because of the Dow, no one noticed when someone pushed his left index finger right into the skull of Jimmy Fallon.

I live in the wrong country.

From here; maybe you saw it (Ea, this one's for you before you depart for northern climes):

Pringles 'are not potato crisps'

Pringles, the popular snack food in a tube, are not potato crisps, a High Court judge has ruled.

Their packaging, "unnatural shape" and the fact that the potato content is less than 50% helped Mr Justice Warren make his crunch decision.

Potato only makes up 42% of the ingredients of Pringles

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Spud impact

P&G had gone to court to challenge a VAT and Duties Tribunal decision that the Pringle was subject to the standard 17.5% rate of VAT because it was "a potato crisp product", which are, unlike most food, subject to the tax.

But the manufacturer had insisted that their best-selling product was not similar to potato crisps, because of their "mouth melt" taste, "uniform colour" and "regular shape" which "is not found in nature".

It also argued that potato crisps - unlike Pringles - did not contain non-potato flours, and were not packaged in tubes.

Pringles are more like a cake or a biscuit, it claimed, because they are manufactured from dough.

Mr Justice Warren ruled that Pringles were not "made from the potato" - as set out in the definition laid down by the 1994 VAT Act.

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Taking the biscuit

Separately, the Food and Agricultural Organisation and the World Health Organisation have decided - after seven years of debate - what qualifies as a proper tomato.

The ruling means tomatoes may be round, ribbed, oblong or elongated, or can be cherry tomatoes or cocktail tomatoes. Other characteristics include being clean, whole, fresh in appearance, and free from foreign smells and pests.

Earlier this year the European Court of Justice (ECJ) ruled that the UK Treasury had wrongly imposed VAT on a Marks and Spencer teacake. Customers paid VAT for 20 years before the authorities accepted the product was a cake, which does not command VAT.

Barefeet ‎(2:56 PM):

while we're at it, let's discuss things that rhyme with potato!

Pie chart

thanks to Hawkman for his image-accumulating skillz

Well this is unpleasant.

Yesterday I woke up feeling nauseous, and having eaten out two nights in a row, started to worry. I've hit this point in life where throwing up feels like it's ripping me apart. But it became clear that it was being caused by motion, so it had to be inner ear, and so I felt better.

Then, anyway.

Turns out I have benign positional vertigo. At home yesterday just sitting around, it diminished as the day wore on. Then I rode in a car. This morning again it seemed way better. Then I drove in a car. But now I'm feeling nauseous after just sitting here calmly at my desk for hours.

At least food poisoning would have been releasing me by now.

It has me a little worried for an upcoming trip to Jersey, upon which I am to see the much-missed Ealish and Blake. We'll see. If there were a saint of the inner ear, I'd lay something at his/her shrine.

Then last night I had a teeny adventure. I woke up around 2 and shortly heard squealing outside. I figured it for raccoons. I soon smelled otherwise. So off I went to sleep on the couch, where the smell was about half what lingered in my room.

See? Adventure! And the kitties were all over it. I even liked waking up out there. Maybe the bedroom actually needs to be brighter. Maybe I needed a sleep vacation. *Bonus*: I opened the kitchen window to set some of the odor free, and received the smell of waffles in return!

Now I am smelling hazelnut coffee from Adam's cubewreckle and wanting a cinnamon roll.

Stupid Adam.