Jun 22, 2018

Domino's Is Fixing Potholes



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Because They're Ruining Pizza



"Paving for pizza" is a good advertising gimmick, and the sign of a sad state of infrastructural affairs.






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“I didn’t grow up in the city. My family’s in construction.”
“Okay, but doesn’t that mean planting buildings?”
His lips quirked. “You could say. But my dad’s policy was to buy a tree or a shrub for any new house he built. So I plugged in a few.”
“That’s nice. Your dad’s policy, that’s nice.”
“Yeah. Nice gesture, and good business.”


The Search











Jun 21, 2018

Health and Beauty benefits of oats





He looked down at the bowl she put in front of him. "Oatmeal?"
"It'll stick to you, coat your stomach."
"Mrs. Patch used to make me eat oatmeal," he said, thinking of the sharp stick of a woman who'd cooked for them when he was a boy.
"Every day before school, fall, winter, and spring."
"Mrs. Patch knew what was good for you."
"She used to put a little maple syrup in it."
Feeling her lips twitch, Annie reached into a cupboard.


Homeport





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By Slick - Own work, CC0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20185810




This whole-grain food known scientifically as Avena sativa has become very popular and is known for its high fiber and healthy cholesterol-lowering properties.

Having oats in your breakfast is one of the healthiest ways you can possibly start your day. While they are generally disliked by children, this shouldn’t be much of a problem if you are an adult.










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"Then I'll have the oatmeal."
"You eat oatmeal?" She wrinkled her sexily crooked nose. 
"Without somebody holding a knife to
your throat?"
"It sticks with you."
"Yeah, for weeks."



Northern Lights




Jun 19, 2018

Ryan Reynolds posts hilarious tweets




The e-mail from his father made him grin.


The aliens, having performed hideous medical experiments -of an embarrassingly
sexual nature - on us, have returned your mother and me to Earth. You can hear all
about it on Larry King. Now that I have your attention, maybe you could spare five
minutes to get in touch. Your mother sends her love. I don’t: I like your sister better. Always
did. Guess who.


With a laugh, Jack sat down at the keyboard. "Okay, okay."


Sorry to hear about the alien experience. Typically, they insert tracking devices in their
abductees. You may want to chew on tinfoil while having any personal conversations,
as this is known to jam their frequencies. Just FYI. Recently back in NY. Am keeping
gorgeous Irish redhead prisoner in my apartment. Possibility of exotic sexual favors
from same may keep me busy for the next couple weeks. Love back to Mom. None to
you. I’m not even sure you are my father. You guess who.


Knowing his father would crack himself up reading the post, Jack hit send. 



Three Fates





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Father’s Day gave Ryan Reynolds an opportunity to continue what has been a recurring theme since welcoming the first of his two children with wife Blake Lively in 2014.
Taking to Twitter on Sunday, the American actor, 41, shared another wise-cracking post about parenthood with his 11.3 million followers.


Jun 18, 2018

Enchanted By Fairytale Castle As A Child Buys It 20 Years Later







"Where one goddess walks, another waits, and dreams are only memories yet to come."


Key of Knowledge





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Everyone remembers somewhere they hung out as a kid, whether a favourite park or a cafe where you'd all lounge about all day, pretending to be the cast of Friends.
Well, it seems that this doctor had a retreat of his own - as a schoolboy, he would play around this fairytale castle's six-mile walls and ultimately fell under its spell.





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And he saw the woman standing on the parapet under a gleaming moon with her dark cloak billowing in the wind.
"It was you. All those years ago, I saw you."
"I saw you." She touched a hand, very gently, to his cheek. "A young, handsome boy, so troubled, so full of thoughts. I wondered when you'd remember me."
"Why did I see you? Why didn't they?"
"They didn't need to." 


Key of Knowledge






Jun 15, 2018

Things Your Neighbors Want You to Stop Doing




"Nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything." Ben leaned against the side of his car and
drew out a cigarette. They'd been doing a house-to-house all morning with the same result.
Nothing. Now he took a moment to study the neighborhood with its tired houses and
postage-stamp yards.
Where were the busybodies? he wondered. Where were the people who stood by the windows peering through openings in the drapes at all the comings and goings? He'd grown
up in a neighborhood not so different from this. And, as he remembered, if a new lamp was
delivered, news of it ran up and down the street before the proud owners could plug it in.


Brazen Virtue




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By Caspar David Friedrich - Photograph Own work User:Szilas, 
Taken in 28 April 2007, Public Domain, 
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It's not big deal to you, but your neighbors are rolling their eyes!





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The harsh sound of his buzzer made him swear as he felt himself sucked back into that empty room. He considered snarling and waiting it out, then weighed in human nature and decided the intruder would probably keep coming back until he dispatched them once and for all.
Probably the eagle-eyed old woman from the ground floor, Preston decided as he started down. She'd already tried to snag him twice when he'd headed out to the club in the evening. He was good at evading, but it was becoming a nuisance. Smarter to hit her face-on with a few rude remarks and let her huff away to gossip about him.
But when he checked the peephole, he didn't see the tidy woman with her bright bird's eyes, but a pretty brunette with hair short as a boy's and big green eyes.
From across the hall, he realized, and wondered what the hell she could want. He'd figured since she'd left him alone for nearly a week, she intended to keep right on doing so. Which made her, in his mind, the perfect neighbor. 



The Perfect Neighbor





Jun 14, 2018

Magic spring in Prague







Here he was in one of the most beautiful, most cultured cities in Eastern Europe, and he couldn’t risk the time to see anything.
He wanted to drop in on the Mucha exhibit, to study the Art Nouveau foyer of the Main Station, to wander among the artists on the Charles bridge.



Three Fates






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By Jay8085 [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons





The vibrant capital of the Czech Republic on a walk through its parks, squares, bridges, breweries and literary corners











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She walked steadily, down sidewalks, over the cobbled bricks of squares and gave her shadow little time to admire the domes, the baroque architecture or the Gothic towers.
She stopped once at a sidewalk kiosk and bought a large bottle of water, which she stuffed in the oversized purse on her shoulder.
Gideon regretted, when she kept up the clipped pace and the sweat began to run down his back, that he hadn’t followed her lead.
He cheered a bit when he realized she was heading toward the river. Maybe he’d get a look at the Charles after all.
They passed pretty, painted shops thronged with tourists, restaurants where people sat under umbrella tables and cooled off with chilled drinks or ice cream, and still those long legs of hers climbed steadily up the steep slope to the bridge.
The breeze off the water did little to bring relief, and the view, while spectacular, didn’t explain what the hell she was doing. She didn’t so much as glance at the grandeur of  Prague Castle or the cathedral, never paused to lean on the rail and contemplate the water and the boats that plied it. She certainly didn’t stop to haggle with the artists.
She crossed the bridge and kept going.
He was trying to decide if she was heading to the castle, and if so why the hell she hadn’t taken a bloody bus, when she veered off and walked breezily downhill to the street of tiny cottages where the king’s goldsmiths and alchemists had once lived.
They were shops now, naturally, but that didn’t detract from the charm of low doorways, narrow windows and faded colors. She cut through the tourists and tour groups as the uneven stone street climbed again.
She turned again, walked onto the patio of a little restaurant and plopped down at a table.




Three Fates