Talking Microwaves
Talking microwaves : Microwave ovens sharp.
Talking Microwaves
- An electromagnetic wave with a wavelength in the range 0.001–0.3 m, shorter than that of a normal radio wave but longer than those of infrared radiation. Microwaves are used in radar, in communications, and for heating in <em>microwave</em> ovens and in various industrial processes
- (microwave) cook or heat in a microwave oven; "You can microwave the leftovers"
- (microwave) a short electromagnetic wave (longer than infrared but shorter than radio waves); used for radar and microwave ovens and for transmitting telephone, facsimile, video and data
- (microwave) kitchen appliance that cooks food by passing an electromagnetic wave through it; heat results from the absorption of energy by the water molecules in the food
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- Silently expressive
- (talk) express in speech; "She talks a lot of nonsense"; "This depressed patient does not verbalize"
- (of an animal or object) Able to make sounds similar to those of speech
- talk: an exchange of ideas via conversation; "let's have more work and less talk around here"
- Engaging in speech
- exchange thoughts; talk with; "We often talk business"; "Actions talk louder than words"
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talking microwaves – Talking Microwave
Evidence of Microwave Harassment
While I was taking this photo, a drunk blonde with ridiculous fake eyelashes stumbled into me asking for help.
She was so drunk she was having trouble holding her open purse and wanted help finding her red cell phone. Since I couldn’t think of any way this was a scam, I decided to play the good Samaritan and helped her dig through her purse, which only seemed to have make-up and a bra.
No wallet, either.
She was full of self-pity and apologized for being drunk but she said she just found out she was pregnant.
"I’m going to have twins… there are twins in my belly!" she sobbed.
"If you’re pregnant, you probably shouldn’t be drinking," I said.
"I know, but it just made me so sad!"
So once she realizes she doesn’t have her wallet, she thinks maybe she should go back to work and look for it, but she can’t get up off the steps.
So she asks me for help and I figure, why not, I’m not in a hurry. I was just on my way to meet a friend at a cafe. So I help her up, hook an arm in hers to keep her upright, and we walk along Kearny towards North Beach. She says she works a few blocks away, is grateful God sent me to help her, but she’s going to have twins and she can’t afford them. There are twins in her belly!
See, she took a pregnancy test, right? And it showed two stripes. Two! So she’s going to have twins.
"I really don’t think that’s how they work," I say, stopping her from lurching out into traffic to cross where there’s no crosswalk.
"No," she says, "I called the hospital and talked to a nurse. I told her about the test and how it showed two lines and she said it probably meant I was having twins."
"You should actually go to a hospital, though," I said. "And hold on. Wait for the crossing signal. That cab would have run us over."
During the walk, I found out that she had a boyfriend, a 7-year old son, her boyfriend had a kid, she was in a nursing program with only three months to go to complete it… never did get her name.
Eventually, with a fair amount of stumbling, we walked past the Hustler strip club, up a hill, turned a corner, and she says that she works at a place called Heaven. It’s some sort of adult business. I just got a glance at the sign as she headed up some steep steps, saying I should pretend to be her brother so there wouldn’t be a problem. A big guy at the top of the stairs, not looking too happy to see her again, tells her she left nothing behind. She says again that she can’t find her wallet and is allowed past him to look, so I hung out in the lobby as they went in the back.
The lobby had some great Varga prints up on the wall, some comfortable looking couches set up next to a simple looking pole of the variety that dancers make use of, and a curved bar covered with the cover sleeves of a variety of porn films.
From the back, I heard the high tones of the drunken girl, and a guy’s voice saying "I don’t want to talk to you again until you sober up." Then a second guy’s voice, very angry, saying he’s closing up an office, then cursing and slamming a door. So no one was particularly happy to see their colleague back.
I waited a few minutes to see if they were going to promptly kick her out again, and when it didn’t happen, I left. Made it to the cafe 10 minutes ahead of my friend too.
Where's David Byrne when we need him?
like an Adam and an Eve,
Waterfalls,
the Garden of Eden.
Two fools in love,
so beautiful and strong,
the birds in the trees,
are smiling upon them.
From the age of the dinosaurs
Cars have run on gasoline.
Where, where have they gone?
Now, it’s nothing but flowers
There was a factory,
now there are mountains and rivers.
you got it, you got it.
We caught a rattlesnake,
now we got something for dinner.
we got it, we got it.
There was a shopping mall,
now it’s all covered with flowers.
you’ve got it, you’ve got it.
If this is paradise,
I wish I had a lawnmower.
you’ve got it, you’ve got it.
Years ago,
I was an angry young man.
I’d pretend
that I was a billboard,
Standing tall
By the side of the road.
I fell in love
with a beautiful highway.
This used to be real estate,
now it’s only fields and trees.
Where, where is the town?
Now, it’s nothing but flowers
The highways and cars
were sacrificed for agriculture.
I thought that we’d start over,
But I guess I was wrong.
Once there were parking lots,
now it’s a peaceful oasis.
you got it, you got it
This was a Pizza Hut,
now it’s all covered with daisies.
you got it, you got it.
I miss the honky-tonks,
Dairy Queens, and 7-Elevens
you got it, you got it.
And as things fell apart
nobody paid much attention.
you got it, you got it
I dream of cherry pies,
Candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies.
you got it, you got it.
We used to microwave,
now we just eat nuts and berries.
you got it, you got it.
This was a discount store,
now it’s turned into a cornfield
you got it, you got it.
Don’t leave me stranded here,
I can’t get used to this lifestyle.
talking microwaves
TALKING MICROWAVES 