Logan, vegetarians, etc.
I'm thinking that sooner or later I'm gonna have to do a story in which Logan confronts vegetarians and goes apeshit. ("Just what the *&^% is the matter with you people? You know how I know we're supposed to eat animals? Because they're made of *&^%ing meat.") I'll consider it therapy. And revenge against a vegan who recently gave me shit for knitting with wool.
For the record, I tend to have a live-and-let-live philosophy when it comes to eating habits, despite having dated a professional chef who was inclined to describe vegetarians and vegans with the sort of hysterical venom normally associated with certain Balkan conflicts. I love vegetables, eat a lot of 'em, and figure that where food's concerned, people should do whatever they damn well please, as long as they chew with their mouths shut.
But. I work with a whole bunch of vegetarians and vegans, and can I tell you? These people are sick all the goddamn time. As in, we haven't had a full staff since Thanksgiving. Seriously. It's upper respiratory infections this, upset stomachs that, nonstop. And the carnivores among us soldier on and pick up extra shifts to cover for the others, leading me to believe that when meateaters die young of coronary events, it ain't the cheeseburgers, it's the stress of covering for our sickly sprout-eating brethren.
So I'm off to work early to cover for one of the five *&^%ing people out sick tonight, and I plan to cut my bitterness with a nice Logan-esque roast beef sandwich for dinner. So there.
For the record, I tend to have a live-and-let-live philosophy when it comes to eating habits, despite having dated a professional chef who was inclined to describe vegetarians and vegans with the sort of hysterical venom normally associated with certain Balkan conflicts. I love vegetables, eat a lot of 'em, and figure that where food's concerned, people should do whatever they damn well please, as long as they chew with their mouths shut.
But. I work with a whole bunch of vegetarians and vegans, and can I tell you? These people are sick all the goddamn time. As in, we haven't had a full staff since Thanksgiving. Seriously. It's upper respiratory infections this, upset stomachs that, nonstop. And the carnivores among us soldier on and pick up extra shifts to cover for the others, leading me to believe that when meateaters die young of coronary events, it ain't the cheeseburgers, it's the stress of covering for our sickly sprout-eating brethren.
So I'm off to work early to cover for one of the five *&^%ing people out sick tonight, and I plan to cut my bitterness with a nice Logan-esque roast beef sandwich for dinner. So there.