I've seen Night of the Lepus more than once. I'm not proud, but I'm irresistably drawn to '50s horror movies, particularly when they're about radiation creating giant rabbits/ants/grasshoppers/people. It does shine new light on Anya's bunny problem.
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I knew someone years ago who considered herself a vegetarian, but would eat shellfish. Her criterion was whether or not it had a spine. Which at least indicates a rationale, rather than just "not beef or pork".
I eat cows and chickens because they're stupid animals that annoy me.
I'll admit that my position is not the most thought-out....
The hospital stories are ironic to me, because the hospital near where I grew up, which my family spent many days in, was run by the Seventh Day Adventists. There was absolutely no meat, and it was back in the days when soy products were truly appalling. It was said that a sign that someone was getting better was when he started clutching at his visitors and begging, "For God's sake, bring me a hamburger."
We are a simple people.
Follow the shoe!
The gourd! We must follow the gourd!
I've been asked if I was a "semi-vegetarian" because I ordered a chicken sandwich at a fast food place. Apparently, some people create that category for those who don't eat beef or pork.
I think the idea is that chicken and fish are easier on the environment than beef or pork.
The gourd! We must follow the gourd!
Don't follow me!
It's a test!
My variety of vegetarian is that I don't eat land animals. I still eat fish and shellfish. I used to say I didn't eat meat or poultry, but then people asked about pork. So no land animals, except for the occasional bacon because it smells so good. You can see that this isn't a religious choice.
The gourd! We must follow the gourd!
Don't follow me!
It's a test!
Now, fuck off!
How shall we fuck off, O Lord?
They had an article in the Wall Street Journal the other day about food rationing during WWII and some of the nutty recipes (often literally) people came up with to accomodate the absence of beef.
The funny part was that chicken and fish weren't rationed during the war, but people were trying to eat faux meatloaf made of lentils and soybeans anyway.
Vintage Dudes! Just roast a frickin' chicken.
That'd make a good chain, wouldn't it? Frickin' Chicken! (Now Served With Lawful Waffles!)