Yay!
In lieu of a dog, I now have a cable internet connection and a wireless link that doesn’t stink like cat poo.
My Twisted Midget Porn website is going to be up and running before you can say “OhmygawdcanyoureallyDOthat??”
I must feed first. I made some ridiculously hot Pad Krapow a few nights ago and it is in the fridge calling out to me. Lots of beef, onions, peppers, chilies, basil, and yes… lots and lots of the meat that is not a meat. No, not that kind.
I tell Girlhead that the Serengeti is populated by huge ginormous herds of boneless pale block-shaped and rather tasteless hoofed beasts called (what else?) Tofudebeests.
They must be prepared by frying till golden and then marinating in soy, rice wine vinegar, palm sugar, and sesame oil – and only then will they be fit to consume.
It’s not all quite as good as a dog, but it’s a start.
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I’m so conflicted here… is this supposed to make me want to eat meat or not? I mean, are we talking spoiled meat, metaphorical meat, “meat” meat, or some subtle layering of meaning that I’m not grasping? I’m not a fan of Pam Anderson, but what if it were Salma? What would I want then?
Screw it. PETA is a bunch of broken people. (credit for first sighting of the next two images with mine own eyes goes to Amusing Bunni – Thank you, Bunni, wherever you got them from…)
*heart breaking for Zoe*
Sniff….ok, now my eyes and nose are dying because of the Pad Krapow. Dude…. that’s scary hot
Had two large plates of it, and pulled about 8 chilies out of it – the large dried kind that are only edible if you chew little pieces at a time. Several tablespoons of ground chilies in oil still mixed in with the dish.
Cruel Wife choked down a plate of it a few nights ago before giving up (she’s tough, that woman).
The tofu was quivering, trying to escape the burning sensation.
One of those dishes that much like cerviche, if done right, pretty much cooks itself.
Ceviche I can do, Paella I can do (and not with water, either), but this…this sounds like a neutron bomb in sauce. CW is a heroine
Oh, and guess what I found at the scrapbook store?? STEAMPUNK SCRAPBOOKING PAPER!!! I was in near heaven
By the way, that Pam Anderson poster is a total lie. Aside the fact that we don’t condone cannibalism, there’s also the blatant positioning of the word “BREAST”. That is placed on part of the flank, for crying out loud. Oh, and like hell would I ever ingest silicone, or is it saline??
All this ad does is make me want to send Anderson to a non-kill facility for aging animals. Total fail.
Hmm….some thoughts here:
1. I seem to recall reading some time back (a year or so) that Pamela Anderson, after joining up with PETA to be one of their spokeswomen, still made a point of going to her favorite restaurant to eat a nice big fat juicy steak. Pamela probably is doing this for the publicity and maybe money. Still, they’re all a bunch of hypocrites.
2. I’ve always wanted to ask one of the PETA zombidiots (I think I’m the first one to coin that word, so FIRST!!) how they explain away wolves and bears and gators and snakes and eagles and mountain lions and every other damned carnivore around the world. Are those species cruel and heartless as well? Freakin’ idiots.
3. Seeing that poster of Pamela Anderson makes me want to make a motivational poster of it. Hang on while I go do that.
*Files away for future use*
Okay, here are some efforts at making a different poster with that pamela anderson image:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/53529278@N02/4948760976/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/53529278@N02/4948171055/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/53529278@N02/4948171035/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/53529278@N02/4948760964/
Has she divorced Roger Rabbit yet?
Cable Internet is still the best compared to DSL because of the use of shilelded cables .