It's been forever and twelve days...
TIME FOR A WEIRD THOUGHTS™ POST!
Actually, I haven't been having many lately; usually, weird thoughts come when I'm bored or something, like trapped on a bus during rush hour. The comic has been taking up so much of my processing cycles that I haven't been thinking randomly much, so...even this entry, months after the fact, is likely to look a smidge anemic... But here we go!
I'm waiting for PETA to sue someone over Tarzan. I mean, the guy's wearing a leopard or cheetah skin, so at some point he had to have killed an animal to use its products; I would not put it past PETA to sue over even the fictional slaughter of an animal, frankly.
It seems to me that getting a black belt is one of the few milestones for which your friends don't get to administer celebratory spankings.
I tried to throw up my hands in excitement...but I realized I'd have to eat them first.
"In the Hall of the Mountain King" has always sounded to me like "Mary Had a Little Lamb" gone horribly, horribly evil.
There is no way to talk about food that isn't also talking about sex. Think about it...you can do lunch and you can do your girlfriend. You can also eat lunch or have lunch...think about those for a minute. I suppose you could say that you're going to 'masticate', but even that sounds vaguely sexual. There's also licking, nibbling, and sucking. Not to mention swallowing. Pretty much every method of eating has a sexual connotation to it...except, perhaps, 'chewing', which just sounds painful.
And then there'z the different kinds of food that sound sexual; 'jerked beef' comes to mind fairly quickly. Kumquats. Hell, the British even have a dish called 'spotted dick'!
Somehow, as a culture, we've managed to connect food and sex...next, we might connect sex and violence! *gasp*
Actually, I haven't been having many lately; usually, weird thoughts come when I'm bored or something, like trapped on a bus during rush hour. The comic has been taking up so much of my processing cycles that I haven't been thinking randomly much, so...even this entry, months after the fact, is likely to look a smidge anemic... But here we go!
I'm waiting for PETA to sue someone over Tarzan. I mean, the guy's wearing a leopard or cheetah skin, so at some point he had to have killed an animal to use its products; I would not put it past PETA to sue over even the fictional slaughter of an animal, frankly.
It seems to me that getting a black belt is one of the few milestones for which your friends don't get to administer celebratory spankings.
I tried to throw up my hands in excitement...but I realized I'd have to eat them first.
"In the Hall of the Mountain King" has always sounded to me like "Mary Had a Little Lamb" gone horribly, horribly evil.
There is no way to talk about food that isn't also talking about sex. Think about it...you can do lunch and you can do your girlfriend. You can also eat lunch or have lunch...think about those for a minute. I suppose you could say that you're going to 'masticate', but even that sounds vaguely sexual. There's also licking, nibbling, and sucking. Not to mention swallowing. Pretty much every method of eating has a sexual connotation to it...except, perhaps, 'chewing', which just sounds painful.
And then there'z the different kinds of food that sound sexual; 'jerked beef' comes to mind fairly quickly. Kumquats. Hell, the British even have a dish called 'spotted dick'!
Somehow, as a culture, we've managed to connect food and sex...next, we might connect sex and violence! *gasp*