Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Friday, August 08, 2008
A Multi-Tasker
"Of course, we're not going to have any more fresh ingredients because we're all out of hand grenades."
(Alton Brown, Good Eats, "Down and Out in Paradise")
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