We’ve spent an hour discussing and reading about it and we still don’t know what exactly “pudding” means to British people
The explanations on
this post all basically seem to amount to “nobody knows.” I mean I can
wrap my head around it meaning “dessert,” or maybe “mushy things eaten
with a spoon” but there seem to be exceptions of every combination.I mean, just so we’re clear, pudding has ONE definition in America:
It’s flavored, thickened milk. Period. It can come in any flavor but it’s all immediately recognizable, eaten with a spoon or as pie filling.
When both a cake and a damn SAUSAGE can be called “pudding,” it’s time to give up and admit everything
in the UK is pudding. The sky is pudding. The people are pudding. They
drive their puddings to work at the pudding where they earn 11 puddings a
pudding. Sometimes it puddings pudding on pudding and the pudding
puddings, but that’s okay, pudding doesn’t mind because pudding
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Mikkelsen admits he may not be prepared for the hype that comes with being in the “Star Wars” universe. For example, he has no idea Lucasfilm issued a promo poster featuring his character.
“My own? Like I’m on it?” he asks. When told he’s the only person on that poster, he laughs. “I love it. I don’t have it yet, but you can bet your sweet ass it will be in my room very soon. That’s fantastic.”
this man stumbled onto the set of this movie by complete accident
you know between this and his comments about Death Stranding im beginning to think that you don’t even cast Mikkelsen, you just kinda have to lay out appropriate snacks and hope he topples onto set
a pretty standard arrangement for engagement rings. a raised stone is better than nothing. 3/10
a lovely, simple, elegant wedding band. a classic anybody would be pleased to get married with. useless in a fight. 0/10
huge. tacky. kinda pretty tho. but look at that raised diamond in the center. you could easily break someone’s tooth with this. 7/10
also huge and tacky. at first glance you’d think the rounded edge might not cause much damage but look at how those rows of diamonds are raised in the second view. you could really rip up someone’s face. 9/10
this one is almost elegant. no sharp edges, but it’s solidly built. you would cause more damage with the ring on than off, which is a solid basis for choosing an engagement ring. 5/10
a lovely design, i enjoy open filigree. however im not sure how said filigree would stand up to the impact of being slammed into someone’s face. 2/10
the twisting design is pretty, but im not entirely sure that socking someone in the jaw wouldnt break off those stones. it looks somewhat reinforced but do you really want to leave the Punching Power of your engagement ring up to chance? i wouldnt. two raised stones tho. 6/10, pending experimentation
HAHAHAHA holy shit. thats Five raised stones, with reinforced prongs, for maximum damage at any angle. i highly recommend this ring both for its sapphire centerpiece and its capacity for causing pain. 10/10
there’s not even a stone, its just gold which aint exactly the hardest metal in the world. just fucking stay home if you’re not going to take this seriously.
*jeweler voice*
That filigree you gave 2/10? much sturdier than the filigree tacky rings… Trust me. Those are super hollow and light on the settings so that they aren’t too heavy or expensive. (and so they don’t roll on your finger)
Also worth noting:
White gold = sturdier than yellow gold (which is why most prongs are in white)
Now, if you want a ring that’ll hold up to socking someone in the nose, may I suggest 10kt white gold (hardest of gold options, sturdier than silver, and more reasonable than platinum)
See how thick all that metal is? It’s not going to cave in on you.
And you can do this with it:
Because nothing says punching a nazi in the nose like a diamond/sapphire/ruby encrusted Captain America ring…
read this again but imagine its Peggy Carter picking her engagement ring
on the topic of humans being the intergalactic “hold my beer” species: imagine an alien stepping onto a human starship and seeing a space roomba™ with a knife duct taped onto it, just wandering around the ship
it doesn’t have any special intelligence. it’s just a normal space roomba. there are other space roombas on the ship and they don’t have knives. it’s just this one. knife space roomba has full clearance to every room in the ship. occasionally crew members will be talking and then suddenly swear and clutch their ankle. knife space roomba putters off, leaving them to their mild stab wounds.
“what is the point?” asks the alien as another crew member casually steps over the knife-wielding robot. “is it to test your speed and agility?”
“no it doesn’t really go that fast,” replies the captain.
“does it teach you to stay ever-vigilant?”
“I mean I guess so but that’s more of a side effect.”
“does it weed out the weak? does it protect you from invaders? do repeated stabbings let your species heal more quickly in the future?”
“it doesn’t stab very hard, it gets us more than it gets our enemies, and no, but that sounds cool — someone write that down.”
“but then what is its purpose?”
“I don’t know,” the captain says, leaning down to give the space roomba an affectionate pat. “it just seemed cool”
this is the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard but I thought about it for five seconds and realized that if I were, say, a random communications officer onboard this ship and someone taped a knife to a roomba it would take maybe three weeks before even I was inordinately fond of Stabby. I would be proud of Stabby when I met up with my other spacefleet friends for space coffee, I would tell them about the time Stabby got the second mate in the ankle five seconds before the fleet admiral beamed on board and she swore in seven different languages in front of high command.
also by the fourth day Stabby would be in the ship’s log, he’d have little painted-on insignia, people would salute him as he went by, and someone would hook up a twitter account to tweet maniacal laughter and/or a truly terrible knock-knock joke every time he managed to nick someone.
Someone would almost positively attach a tiny camera and live stream Stabby’s adventures to a media account. Bets would be taken on who is next. Bets have to be ordered to stop being taken on who is next because it becomes a problem for multiple reasons. Bets are taken but quietly on who is next.
At some point someone realizes that they haven’t seen Stabby in a while, no one has seen Stabby in over a day. The cam is running but is completely dark. The ship basically stalls out as everyone stops what they are doing to search for their friend. The confused aliens don’t understand why this nonessential and kind of dangerous piece of equipment has got the entire ship in a fit of worry.
After almost two hours, someone thinks to check a little-used storage room in the belly of the ship. As soon as the door is open, Stabby rolls out and jabs their ankle and then whirls off down the hall about its business. Stabby followed someone in without being noticed, and got accidentally shut in. A ship wide announcement chastises everyone about looking before they shut doors.
“But the doors are automatic,” says the newest alien crewmate.
“I know,” says Kzil’tir. They’ve stopped asking. The explanation is always because humans.
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