My dinner tasted funny so I threw it out. Now what?
Natter 59: Dominate Your Face!
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.
So, anyone have any good recipes for sorrel?
You could make sorrel soup.
Killer Fatigue has set in. In my walking zombie state, I just managed to knock a full, hot, beautiful coffee off my desk and all over the newish rugs on the floor. Nevermind we're not really supposed to have food and drink at our desks, I do not have any coffee.
On the cat front, the good news is that Pico is eating, and taking his appetite stimulant without much problem. The bad news is that he's still hiding from me and he's so stoned to be able to tell how he's feeling. But, trying to give him a pill yesterday led me to discover that he seems to have swelling on one side of his jaw. I hope that this might be the root of his illness, and I hope it's something fixable.
Yes, an easy fix tooth ache would be good. My sympathies on the loss of the lovely coffee. That is so wrong.
So, so wrong.
It's a hard life when you're a pig who doesn't like to get his feet dirty. [link]
God I love a cute pig.
I really thought yesterday was full of naptime need, but dear lord today is so beating it out. mac fell out of his bed last night and we were both up for an hour somewhere in the 3am range.
If Wilbur and Cinders teach pigs anything its Neurosis Saves Lives.
Good news for Jews, Bad News for the Giraffe
i don't know how this escaped me, but a rabbi named Shlomo Mahfoud (which sounds like a made-up name, in the "Zohan" sense) has declared that giraffe meat is kosher. This must come as a huge relief to the vast Jewish population of the Serengeti.
Questions like this one have actually arisen in my life. On a couple of occasions I've been to a restaurant in Nairobi called Carnivore, which serves all sorts of inedible animals, including crocodile, and I've managed to avoid eating some particularly gamy-looking game by pleading Jewishness in the first-degree.
Which reminds me: I was once talking to a game scout in Tanzania who had several times eaten elephant trunk. After I got over my initial revulsion, I asked him what it tasted like. "Wildebeest," he said.