Wesley: Illyria can be...difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt. Angel: We'll make Spike do it. Wesley: Good.

'Underneath'


Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


NoiseDesign - Jul 30, 2007 9:07:43 am PDT #1015 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

I had a spicy italian sub for lunch.


Lee - Jul 30, 2007 9:09:58 am PDT #1016 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

I've never had cephalopod tender enough for me to enjoy it, and there just comes a point where I stop bothering to try it.

Yep.

Though it might be amusing to watch being made at the Hump. You have to figure the tentacles would be a bonus.


Liese S. - Jul 30, 2007 9:10:16 am PDT #1017 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Snake was slightly chewy and light. Someone else eating it (deep in the Venezuelan jungle, btw, to add to the mystique) made the "tastes like chicken" comment, but I didn't necessarily think so. It did indeed have a bit of a tang to it. It was good. I liked it.

Horse just tasted like any other dark meat. In fact, we weren't really told we were eating horse. Initially we assumed it was mutton. It was a little tough and strong, but it was in a stew, so not unpleasantly so. Later on, when we realized it was horse, we thought about it and said, yeah it didn't actually taste all that much like mutton.


tommyrot - Jul 30, 2007 9:13:12 am PDT #1018 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

I'm tempted to get calamari linguine at the place a block away. But the portion is so huge I always end up totally stuffed....


§ ita § - Jul 30, 2007 9:14:37 am PDT #1019 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

it might be amusing to watch being made at the Hump

The Hump does know how to liven up any dish.

Earlier this morning the woman in the cube over was reproaching someone for being the cause of lobster death. She must have then been asked (phone convo, remarkably not on speaker) if she was vegetarian, because her next statement was "No. I only eat beef, pork, and chicken."

I wish I trusted there'd been irony in her dismay at the dead crustaceans.


Megan E. - Jul 30, 2007 9:14:47 am PDT #1020 of 10001

List of acquired tastes

To that list I'd add cod tongues and schrunchions (basically fried fat from the back of a pig.)

No one's ever going to get me to put something that had tentacles into my mouth.

Word.

On that vein, scientists found a Dumbo octopus (and other crazy sea creatures) off the coast of Sable Island.


shrift - Jul 30, 2007 9:15:10 am PDT #1021 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

i came here to see what everyone was having for lunch so i could get some ideas.

I had Pad See Eiw chicken. Nom nom nom.


Consuela - Jul 30, 2007 9:16:07 am PDT #1022 of 10001
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Mmmm, calamari. I find squid or octopus can be wonderful, if properly prepared. But yeah, can also be really rubbery. Despite my many other food squicks, I have no problems eating tentacles. Yum!

Sadly, I'm in the Seattle airport, where my lunch options are "Udon Deli" and BK. ::sigh::


msbelle - Jul 30, 2007 9:16:52 am PDT #1023 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I had McDs which is not helping with the antibiotic-caused stomach woes.


tommyrot - Jul 30, 2007 9:18:11 am PDT #1024 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Earlier this morning the woman in the cube over was reproaching someone for being the cause of lobster death.

My first thought was the person prepared the lobster wrong and someone died of lobster poisoning.

ION, 20 Most Amazing Coincidences

In Detroit sometime in the 1930s, a young (if incredibly careless) mother must have been eternally grateful to a man named Joseph Figlock. As Figlock was walking down the street, the mother's baby fell from a high window onto Figlock. The baby's fall was broken and both man and baby were unharmed. A stroke of luck on its own, but a year later, the very same baby fell from the very same window onto poor, unsuspecting Joseph Figlock as he was again passing beneath. And again, they both survived the event.