Jenny G: Incidentally, I've always thought of long pig (human flesh) as the other, other white meat.
Do you think there's a market for vegetarian faux long pig? Soylent soy anyone?
Trudy Booth: Soylent soy is soy beans!
Soy Beaaaaaaaaaaaans!
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Jenny G: Incidentally, I've always thought of long pig (human flesh) as the other, other white meat.
Do you think there's a market for vegetarian faux long pig? Soylent soy anyone?
Trudy Booth: Soylent soy is soy beans!
Soy Beaaaaaaaaaaaans!
Jilli VoiceofReason:
Last night at the club, we discovered that certain colored strobe lights will make my eyes flash neon green. Apparently it's quite striking when I'm out on the dance floor. Pity I can't just make it happen by strength of will.
Wise words from Scrappy's friend, quoted in Bitches:
As a friend once put it, "I don't want a man who loves the smart, funny, charming parts of me, because EVERYONE loves that part of me. I got that covered. I want a man who loves the cranky, tired, dull part of me. "
Allyson in Natter:
I always hear that smokes are more addictive than heroin. But with heroin, you get health insurance carriers and work programs designed to give you 30 days of care and methadone and shit.
With smokes, people tell you to Hang Tough like New Kids on the Block and give you a lollipop. Fuckers. I want methadone and a stark white room in a clinic. Except instead of everyone sitting in a circle, smoking, and telling war stories, we all sit around a circle and shoot heroin and tell war stories.
In Bitches...
Erikaj: Hi, Bitches. Busy day here today, got some books for an article I'm writing, on spec, as usual...I almost typed on Hec, which would be a completely different experience entirely.
Hec Hec on Spec - that's Dr. Seuss, right?
Erikaj "I will not write it with a mouse," "I will not write it in a house. For they won't read it in a chair, they will not read it anywhere."
I'm catching up on the discussions we had at WX. and this is Nutty talking about small versus large communities:
you can live a really long life in a smallish, isolated part of the world, and die by degrees as your organs fail one by one, or you can live in a busy city, meeting lots of new people, and catching all of their germs, and you die young and possibly with blood coming out of every orifice
scrappy, in Bitches:
I am woman, hear me roar-- "Ow. where's the damn Ibuprofen?"
Natter:
John:
Do we know much about Lori's thing that's going to Mars?
Aimee:
Only that she *refuses* to write "FOAMY" on it.
t pouty
(I'm not trying to COMM myself; I'm just the setup here...)
In Natter:
Steph L.: We also get random holidays that nobody else does, like -- I swear to you this is true -- the National Day of Prayer.
meara: National Day of Prayer??? Dude. I think on the one hand, I'd be kinda irritated to get that off, but...free day off! Heck, I dont' get MLK, I want day of prayer!!
bitterchick: I don't get President's Day, man. I want a day of prayer. I can pray for more vacation time.
Steph, the logical followup to that would have to be something like "Yeah, and then we could pray for a real live president..."