Pimp My Side

Google wanted to know if, when I typed in 'Pimp My Fide' if I meant "Pimp My Side". I didn't, but I thought about it for a second.

Phew! That was great dialogue to read last post. Thanks for weighing in. My introverted daytime isolation especially appreciated the idea of inteligent communication and contact. Yea.

In accordance with my habit of trolling around to my favourite sites and then lifting links they've found, please enjoy Pimp My Snack, which follows the theories of Pimp My Ride in the doctrine that bigger is better. Check out the (obviously British) gallery of pimped snacks. Personal favourites of mine are Jaffzilla and Lion Bar 2.

Hey, has anybody ever lived in Waterloo, Ontario? Where should we live, any tips?

ETA: Hey, they totally interviewed that Pimp My Snack guy on CBC this afternoon! On the show with the two hosts who obviously don't care for each other and lob awkward insults thinly veiled in forced camraderie! Yeah!

Also ETA: Check out this book about The Secret Language of Sleep...
I did the quiz and apparently I'm all about the seatlbelt pose. I mean with reviews like this how can it go wrong?:

"Sure the sex in your relationship is pretty awesome (except sometimes after too many vodkas -- so furious and then nothing -- but that's no one's fault), and your mom seems to like your mate, but according to writer Evany Thomas, the real indication of the future of your love life is dictated by the way you and your hunny snuggle. ... Thanks to Thomas's cool dissection of shared sleep strategies and Amelia Bauers' clinical illustrations, you can finally ask with authority, "What happened? Why ... don't you Springloader me anymore?"
—V Magazine, Spring 2006

"For mates completely stuck in their Pinching Koala and Tree ways (lots of knee squeezing) or who are avowed Ticket Punchers (plenty of hot toe-on-toe action), Thomas purports to explain what each snuggle means using a mixture of research ranging from hard science to soft tarot, with a sprinkling of survival guides, yoga and ventriloquism thrown in for good measure."
—New York Post, February 2006

So. Why DON'T you Springloader me anymore? Is it something I said?