21st century blues
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yamamanama54 days until the vernal equinox
I agree with Susanna Kaysen that food tastes differently when eaten with a plastic spoon vs metal spoon but that could just be psychological and the differences between mental institution food and home food and restaurant food.
I wonder if they've ever done blind taste tests with caviar.
I'm pretty sure I tried caviar when I was at my cousin's wedding but I remember nothing about it. Michael says it tasted overly salty and it's something that rich people eat because it's a thing that rich people eat. I'm sure there's someone out there who knows enough about New York City to tell me what year that actually was by looking at the buildings.
The Mar a Lago Trump National Golf Club can't be fucked to post an actual menu but they describe their food as a mixture of Continental, New World, Classical, and New Caribbean cuisine. I don't know what any of that stuff means. Something tells me it's not jerk chicken or pulled pork or Jamaican curry or rotis. And definitely not rice and peas with a slaw of cabbage and habanero peppers in lime juice and vinegar. Probably pina coladas or something. Trump Tower has 19 dollar taco bowls and 20 dollar burgers with lettuce, tomatoes, and special sauce.
Michael said he'd expect it to be a mixture of rich people's food like caviar crossed with fast food. Donald Trump isn't nearly as intelligent or clever as Seymour Skinner so there's no way he's just buying a lot of Big Macs and serving them as steamed hams.
"Flying squirrels are like really small really fast cats." She's just a Taylor. I'm sure I'll be calling her the Taylor soon enough.
Christine said that if she was ever at a black tie event, she'd have Puff the Bearded Dragon on her shirt.
Isabella has only been to the Gardner museum once, when she was young.
I asked a kid what he thought was bigger than a blue whale and he said space. I guess that's true.
Matt brought his friends Alex and Long (which is Vietnamese and I don't know if it's Lông or Lồng or something else. You can name yourself or your kids whatever you want. In Massachusetts, all official documentation will use the standard Latin alphabet, but nothing stops Danaé or Zoë or Désirée from using diacritics unofficially. Also, you can't name your kid Pierre in Finland because it's a word for fart apparently. And Alex is not acceptable in Germany). I don't think I've ever met Alex, although from a distance, it looked like either Maggie or Désirée dyed their hair (blonde) again. Alex has a cat. Matt usually shows up for the Night of a Thousand Faces.
Camel spiders (aka solifugids) are exaggerated. I said that spiders don't get much larger than dinner plates unless there was more oxygen in the air like during the Carboniferous, or maybe if spiders lived on the moon, they'd be the size of a double-decker bus.
You can't just send spiders to the moon to experiment. And it would be really hard to replicate conditions on the moon on Earth, unless you had some kind of gravity inhibitor. No, what you'd have to do is oxygenate the moon so it could be a suitable place for spiders to live and then send some spiders there and either wait fifty million years and see if they get any bigger (or alternatively, time travel back to the Eocene, or construct some kind of spacetime distortion around the moon, or find a way to Narnia. Me, I would go for the spacetime bubble. I'm not even sure what the Narnian moon is. Also, Narnia's best scientists are still working on the spinning wheel. Also, I'm pretty sure that Narnia ceased to exist at some point. Also, we have to consider just why spiders would grow to the size of dinner plates in the first place and then attempt to replicate those conditions.
Alex thought that cows' ribs would be a lot smaller, because I'm pretty sure they're cut or broken when they're sold to people.
The fruit looks tasty, with blackberries, raspberries, and mangoes, and so do the cheerios. The dog food, cat food, and unidentifiable bits of small mammals, not so much.
Lauren had Snowball with her when Emily and Christine were cutting up guinea pigs floating in a pool of their own congealed blood to feed to the hawks, owls, seagulls, whatever.
"Enjoy the nightmares," Emily said. Michael says that they're probably too rotten to look like guinea pigs and they probably don't smell like guinea pigs anymore. They smell like fermented blood.
"Some kids eat tide pods. Some drink guinea pig blood," Emily says. She didn't actually drink it because she's sure the fermented blood would literally kill her.
Eliza sat down at Rob's table because she liked the chair that Rob usually sits in when he does rounds. Emily pointed out that there's the same exact kind of chair at their usual table. Eliza says she likes to upset the natural order of things, which is why I thought that they had all decided to eat in the upstairs kitchen instead of the Catbird Café. Emily said she bets Rob is out there somewhere feeling the pain.
Emily says that the long tailed duck is definitely male and is currently really skinny.
Someone on John C. Wright's blog wants to limit the votes to people with children and property.
And someone told him that goes too far, as not everyone can or should own property but limiting the vote to married men with living children is feasible.
And someone else says that if we consider living children a criterion for voting, it would logically allow single mothers to vote, and single women vote against our interests, so maybe we should ban anyone who initiates a divorce or has a child outside of marriage.
Also apparently educating women past high school is bad because it keeps women from having babies and lowers our average iq and also since women always marry up, they're all going to end up single and therefore, they won't have babies.
To quote Ursula LeGuin.
burning question: Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?
I agree with Susanna Kaysen that food tastes differently when eaten with a plastic spoon vs metal spoon but that could just be psychological and the differences between mental institution food and home food and restaurant food.
I wonder if they've ever done blind taste tests with caviar.
I'm pretty sure I tried caviar when I was at my cousin's wedding but I remember nothing about it. Michael says it tasted overly salty and it's something that rich people eat because it's a thing that rich people eat. I'm sure there's someone out there who knows enough about New York City to tell me what year that actually was by looking at the buildings.
The Mar a Lago Trump National Golf Club can't be fucked to post an actual menu but they describe their food as a mixture of Continental, New World, Classical, and New Caribbean cuisine. I don't know what any of that stuff means. Something tells me it's not jerk chicken or pulled pork or Jamaican curry or rotis. And definitely not rice and peas with a slaw of cabbage and habanero peppers in lime juice and vinegar. Probably pina coladas or something. Trump Tower has 19 dollar taco bowls and 20 dollar burgers with lettuce, tomatoes, and special sauce.
Michael said he'd expect it to be a mixture of rich people's food like caviar crossed with fast food. Donald Trump isn't nearly as intelligent or clever as Seymour Skinner so there's no way he's just buying a lot of Big Macs and serving them as steamed hams.
"Flying squirrels are like really small really fast cats." She's just a Taylor. I'm sure I'll be calling her the Taylor soon enough.
Christine said that if she was ever at a black tie event, she'd have Puff the Bearded Dragon on her shirt.
Isabella has only been to the Gardner museum once, when she was young.
I asked a kid what he thought was bigger than a blue whale and he said space. I guess that's true.
Matt brought his friends Alex and Long (which is Vietnamese and I don't know if it's Lông or Lồng or something else. You can name yourself or your kids whatever you want. In Massachusetts, all official documentation will use the standard Latin alphabet, but nothing stops Danaé or Zoë or Désirée from using diacritics unofficially. Also, you can't name your kid Pierre in Finland because it's a word for fart apparently. And Alex is not acceptable in Germany). I don't think I've ever met Alex, although from a distance, it looked like either Maggie or Désirée dyed their hair (blonde) again. Alex has a cat. Matt usually shows up for the Night of a Thousand Faces.
Camel spiders (aka solifugids) are exaggerated. I said that spiders don't get much larger than dinner plates unless there was more oxygen in the air like during the Carboniferous, or maybe if spiders lived on the moon, they'd be the size of a double-decker bus.
You can't just send spiders to the moon to experiment. And it would be really hard to replicate conditions on the moon on Earth, unless you had some kind of gravity inhibitor. No, what you'd have to do is oxygenate the moon so it could be a suitable place for spiders to live and then send some spiders there and either wait fifty million years and see if they get any bigger (or alternatively, time travel back to the Eocene, or construct some kind of spacetime distortion around the moon, or find a way to Narnia. Me, I would go for the spacetime bubble. I'm not even sure what the Narnian moon is. Also, Narnia's best scientists are still working on the spinning wheel. Also, I'm pretty sure that Narnia ceased to exist at some point. Also, we have to consider just why spiders would grow to the size of dinner plates in the first place and then attempt to replicate those conditions.
Alex thought that cows' ribs would be a lot smaller, because I'm pretty sure they're cut or broken when they're sold to people.
The fruit looks tasty, with blackberries, raspberries, and mangoes, and so do the cheerios. The dog food, cat food, and unidentifiable bits of small mammals, not so much.
Lauren had Snowball with her when Emily and Christine were cutting up guinea pigs floating in a pool of their own congealed blood to feed to the hawks, owls, seagulls, whatever.
"Enjoy the nightmares," Emily said. Michael says that they're probably too rotten to look like guinea pigs and they probably don't smell like guinea pigs anymore. They smell like fermented blood.
"Some kids eat tide pods. Some drink guinea pig blood," Emily says. She didn't actually drink it because she's sure the fermented blood would literally kill her.
Eliza sat down at Rob's table because she liked the chair that Rob usually sits in when he does rounds. Emily pointed out that there's the same exact kind of chair at their usual table. Eliza says she likes to upset the natural order of things, which is why I thought that they had all decided to eat in the upstairs kitchen instead of the Catbird Café. Emily said she bets Rob is out there somewhere feeling the pain.
Emily says that the long tailed duck is definitely male and is currently really skinny.
Someone on John C. Wright's blog wants to limit the votes to people with children and property.
And someone told him that goes too far, as not everyone can or should own property but limiting the vote to married men with living children is feasible.
And someone else says that if we consider living children a criterion for voting, it would logically allow single mothers to vote, and single women vote against our interests, so maybe we should ban anyone who initiates a divorce or has a child outside of marriage.
Also apparently educating women past high school is bad because it keeps women from having babies and lowers our average iq and also since women always marry up, they're all going to end up single and therefore, they won't have babies.
To quote Ursula LeGuin.
burning question: Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?
