the "English dessert or STD?" game beloved by generations of Americans at Oxford. Examples: spotted dick? treacle?

Ah, British food. Such evocative names. Bubble and Squeak. Toad-in-the-hole. Ploughman's Lunch. Shepherd's Pie. Flies' Graveyards.

I appreciate it, Betsy, but feel that when a reader as smart as you is having some difficulty in following the arguments, the fault must be with the writer. I still think it's because I'm using shorthand, and promise to try to draw some of the arguments out better in the future. The problem with shorthand, like with any code, is always the frame of reference, and each of us has a unique one of those, so I'll shoot for a bit more specificity for general consumption.

I appear to be developing a crush on moonlit. I may even indulge in a spot of Cordy-esque cheerleading.

plus check out the gallery. she's purty.

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Holy mother of foamosity, Batman! (And indeed, there seem to be a whole bunch of pics that have been added since last I visited. Pretty pretty people.)

Ah, British food. Such evocative names. Bubble and Squeak. Toad-in-the-hole. Ploughman's Lunch. Shepherd's Pie. Flies' Graveyards.

Every bit as tasty as they sound.

Shepard pie isn't bad. Have not tried the rest. Also, so many people have said horrible things about Haggis, that if I ever get the chance I will try one just to see. Some people have tried to scare me about the ingredients, but knowing what is in regular sausages, and worse what is in American hot dogs (which I love) I don't see how oatmeal and sheep this and that is any worse than cornmeal or wheat flour and pig or cow this and that. (Not being more specific, for the sake those with delicate sensitivities. There must be one or two on this board.)

growing snowpeas to can to sell

Canned snow peas?! That's a crime in itself!

Um... I mean I'm outraged on behalf of the people they threw off their ancestral homeland.

Yeah, Gar, haggis is just a really big sausage. Kind of bland, I thought. Although apparently you're supposed to dance around the room with your hands above your head before you cut it open, which I never did for Sizzle-lean.

Yep, iggerant merrykin right here. I've actually heard of Gramsci, which makes me feel all smartastic, but most of the rest is like trying to read Freudian psychoanalysis in a foreign language (which is hard!!, for the record).

I appreciate it, Betsy, but feel that when a reader as smart as you is having some difficulty in following the arguments, the fault must be with the writer.

I have eye-glazing issues with long posts sometimes, regardless of content. I'm following along so far, though. I got the Kant shout-out:

The noumenal world, by definition, is unknowable, a Platonic ideal of a world,

Maybe I'll change my tagline to a Platonic ideal of a poster. I'll leave off that part about "thus easy to discard as useless whether real or unreal." Actually I am really, really real. It's unreal.

To amuse Noumenon, I will voluntarily disclose that most of my fandom links, subcategorized of course, are housed in a folder called "Slavish Worship".

Buffistas' bookmarks must be as interesting and diverse as their music collections. You all got your mix tapes; I want DavidS's Favorites folder.

Also, so many people have said horrible things about Haggis, that if I ever get the chance I will try one just to see.

When I still ate meat, I actually really quite liked haggis. Because the ingredients are, basically, leftovers and crap, the things are loaded up with spices and so taste OK. I don't know what sort of bland haggis you had, Nutty, must have been a special Yank variety, extra taste-free.

The traditional accompaniments for haggis, by the way, are tatties, neeps and whisky (potatoes, turnips, and you-know-what).

I have never tried a vegetarian haggis, it seems so.... pointless.