Like Battlestar Galactica? Like the Simpsons? Then I present to you: Battlestar Galacticsimpsons. Oh my, that’s good.
In other news, we’re back from Ireland. Photos up on Flickr soon.
Like Battlestar Galactica? Like the Simpsons? Then I present to you: Battlestar Galacticsimpsons. Oh my, that’s good.
In other news, we’re back from Ireland. Photos up on Flickr soon.
I need a word. Perhaps I’ll call on the verbivores to help, but you, gentle reader, might know of one already. Here’s the definition: “To become what one ostensibly opposes, often in the course of that opposition.” It may sound like hypocrisy, a la “if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s intolerance,” but this new thing needs an element of menace, of tactics employed to win the battle. Think of Serenity‘s Operative, who hunted down sinners by commiting every sin he ascribed to them.
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You cannot resist the Flying Spaghetti Monster Hat.
The Pope has a special hat. Rabbis have special hats. Rastafarians have special hats. Why not Pastafarians?
Because, you know, we can only manage one giant money pit at a time.
Updates from my previous posts, in case you’re still keeping score:
I just stumbled across an odd little op-ed about a dinner that Bill Gates held for the president of China. The event itself wasn’t nearly as interesting as the author’s interpretation of it from a Chinese culinary (and gusto-political) standpoint:
…To us Chinese, eating is not just about filling up the stomach. It is an art that we love to overindulge ourselves with. It may be the only art form that remains legal and yet savoured by people across every social stratum.
The main reason we would overdo all these things is because we live in scarcity or constant fear of it. When one barely has enough to eat, he makes sure that once a year he can eat like there’s no tomorrow.
There’s a reverse correlation between abundance of food and conspicuous consumption of food…