I want the frontclamman to be Yog Doggy Sothoth. Or maybe Shub-P-Diddy-Niggurath.
Heh. Is good.
Damn. It's a good thing it's almost lunchtime here. My mouth is watering.
'Harm's Way'
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I want the frontclamman to be Yog Doggy Sothoth. Or maybe Shub-P-Diddy-Niggurath.
Heh. Is good.
Damn. It's a good thing it's almost lunchtime here. My mouth is watering.
Needs some broccoli or something.
I understand the individual words...
BUT GREENS AREN'T BREAKFAST.
This made me remember that in addition to recoiling in horror at being served grits with white gravy and a biscuit in college, there was this dish with a lot of different brightly colored beans and lentils that I couldn't deal with either. Too many colors. God. I've got some weird issues.
Kat, I was just reading about the Baltimore Zoo's sleepover. How fun!
iNeeds some broccoli or something.
I understand the individual words...
That's how I felt when I read this:
Except naan—BLECCCHH!
Mmmmm. Onion naan.
Oh, man. I want naan. Fresh, hot naan. With tamarind chutney.
Dude. That would so rock.
there was this dish with a lot of different brightly colored beans and lentils that I couldn't deal with either. Too many colors. God. I've got some weird issues.
For the love of God, if you ever see a child swinging a stick at a piñata, drop whatever you're doing and run.
Perhaps it's different elsewhere, but the naan that's available at two restaurants here is not unlike a gray, droopy sponge that's been sliced into wafer-thin servings.
sarameg, lori tells me that Wild Animal Park is even better than the zoo because big animals, roaming.
(Except naan—BLECCCHH!)
Quo?!?
Thinking back on it, I seem to have had an awful lot for lunch today. First at 11:30 I had some cheese popcorn, but that was really a snack, not lunch. Then at noon I had the kick-ass chicken salad I brought from home (with almonds and grapes). Then at 1:30 I went to a birthday party that I thought was going to be just cake, but turned out to be a full lunch, but I was very restrained and only had a couple of plantains and one piece of blood sausage whose name in Spanish I can't remember. (Edit: morcilla.) And some ice cream cake.
I don't know what my ideal lunch is. It varies.
For the love of God, if you ever see a child swinging a stick at a piñata, drop whatever you're doing and run.
But that's candy! Candy is ok! M&M's don't reduce me to a quivering lump. Neither does fruit salad. I don't get it either.