See also John Updike's, "At War With My Skin" (http://www.newyorker.com/archive/1985/0…) and "The hidden delight of psoriasis" in BMJ, http://www.bmj.com/content/315/71….
Zachary Bos
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See also http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hylozoism.
Lederhosen? I can't imagine how long you need to cook those before they're ready for the table....
(It was fun playing!)
I understand that in Mongolia they cook their vulnerability in the skin of a goat with hot stones and serve it with a savory coy sauce.
When I plan my dinner menus, I try to achieve a balance of the six component tastes that the tongue can detect.
Sweet. Salty. Bitter. Sour. Umami. Vulnerability.
Oh, I've been to your dinner parties. You can't make me believe for a second that there's any sort of shortage — of tuber, raceme, or mammal rib rack — that could subvert the perfect melancholy of those evenings. You're just looking for attention aren't you.
I fail to see what that has to do with the price of beets in Caprica.
I'd thought the parents were to be blinded shortly after their abduction from the shantytown; perhaps I'm confusing this with the cultivation of parsnips.
How the hell can you tell what color they are...
... IF YOU'RE DIGGING THEM ON THE FIRST NIGHT OF THE NEW MOON as one should.
Duck fat? What are we, Rockefellers? I'll just use a heaping spoonful of the contents of the can of goose grease I keep in the fridge.
(Not mine, of course.)
Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo.
I can't imagine why this isn't getting more stars; this is marvelous.
'White Dwarfs Only'? Future racism's weird.
"Or will it?", the Singularity asked.
They weren't opals. They were eggs.
It turns out simple fusion isn't.
She would regret not degaussing Mother.
"Oh, not again!", the petunias thought.