I’ve been tagged. As I like “the Anchoress” I’ll play along…
The Meme: Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
1) The single time I attempted to eat shrimp, I had to spit it out. Thus began and ended my entire lifetime’s experience with an entire culinary category of oversized bottom-feeding gelatinous water beetles fraudulently offered to an unsuspecting public as “seafood”.
2) I don’t own a dishwasher.
3) I once flamed a blind chick on Usenet in braille*.
4) My website went *poof* a few years ago when the U.S. Department of Justice took the host server away over a little misunderstanding called “Operation Digital Piratez”.
5) Sock, shoe, sock, shoe.
6) I own a dog with prosthetic eyes.
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“Sock, shoe, sock, shoe.”
Freeeeeeak! Gives me flashbacks of the “Meathead sleeps with Archie” episode.
Done…
You have to admit Kate, that sock, shoe, sock, shoe thing is a little unusual. So what happens when you put the second sock on and realize the first one is on the wrong foot?! Seems like a lot of extra work having to unshoe, unsock, sock, shoe—and still you’re only halfway there.
You don’t own a dishwasher?!? What kind of sick, caveman-like existence is that?
What do you mean “more work”? If you do it the other way, you have to switch feet twice.
Maybe what Kate means by “I do not own a dishwasher” is that she does not “own” the person who washes her dishes?
wink wink…
Only once if you use the preferred left-right-right-left, sock, sock, shoe, shoe technique.
It’s prose like in 1) that (even though I may disagree with the content…mmmm…shrimp) results in the sophomoric ‘Net crush I have on you.
1) The single time I attempted to eat shrimp, I had to spit it out.
-What do you expect, you’ve been raised on prairie dog meat.
2) I don’t own a dishwasher.
-What do you expect, you’re a lone spinster roasting prairie dogs, you just go out back and grab more skewers when you need ’em
3) I once flamed a blind chick on Usenet in braille*.
-Did you cum?
4) My website went *poof* a few years ago when the U.S. Department of Justice took the host server away over a little misunderstanding called “Operation Digital Piratez”.
-No doubt
5) Sock, shoe, sock, shoe.
-Well, at least you’re normal in some respects.
6) I own a dog with prosthetic eyes.
-You call 3/4″ bearings eyes?. Damn those are heavy.
Since no one asked:
1) I like to park real close to a car that has been parked so it’s not close to other cars.
2) I try to carry 15 pennies with me.
3) I change the lure on the fishing rod before I come into shore (to something I’m sure will never catch a fish).
4) I love Steak tar tare … haven’t had in years. Everyone is protecting me.
5) I love Las Vegas.
6) I like big thumpers or twins.
Being a Yank ( in theory- down South, calling a man a Yank is “fightin’ words…” ) I carry three quarters, two dimes, one nickel, and four pennies, which enables me to make change- once– for any transaction involving change…
Dear Kate:
On shrimp: yum.
On lobsters: blech.
They’re actually related to spiders.
Binks
You know there’s no news when….
Oh, foo. Seafood haters are looking at this completely from the wrong way – if shrimp, clams, mussels, oysters, lobsters, etc. can live on the “bottom of the ocean”, eat what they find, and still survive, they must have the strongest immune systems around!
I married to a Chinese woman. She eats things I could never consider: chicken feet, pig’s head, and as they say in New Orleans, “sucking the head of a crawfish”. And yet, she seems healthy.
I don’t want to give the impression I don’t enjoy a good steak, roast beef, chicken wing, pork chop or spare rib. I like all these (and many more). But I remember one of the best meals I’ve ever had, more than 25 years ago – fresh shrimp in Myrtle Beach, SC. 5 cents a piece, boiled, and handed over with a green salad, boiled potatoes, and cocktail sauce. For less than $3, I ate like a king (which after 36 holes of golf, walking, I needed to do), went to my room, had a hot bath, and one of the best sleeps of my life. Such, such were the days…
Kate – As long as its not ‘shoe – sock, shoe – sock” you’re getting the job done.
I take the seafood thing even further, telling my puzzled compatriots that I’m at the top of the food-chain on this planet, and can not-eat what I want.
The list includes anything with the skeleton on the outside… 🙂
1. Don’t multi-task very well. Prefer to be seated while chewing gum.
2. Enjoy going to bed while weather outside is cold, snowing, or rainy. Thunder and lightning and rain on roof highten sense of personal good fortune.
3. Have sympathy for animals. Do eat meat, but will not eat pork because of horrific conditions under which hogs are raised.
4. Oppose illegal immigration, yet tip landscape workers extra because I appreciate what they do for me and think they probably don’t get paid enough.
5. Make money doing technical work based on logic, yet make most personal decisions based on emotion (see 4 above). I know what I believe, so don’t confuse me with facts.
6. Follow correct procedure: sock, sock, shoe, shoe.
Kate, I am not a bit surprised that you are not into seafood being from the prairies and all. That is not necessarily a slam as my first and only experience (for a heck of a long time) with scallops made me sick. That was the same with cajun food. But then how would a kid from Northern Ontario know what scallops should taste like when cooked properly? Same with any flavour of cooking done by those who haven’t been exposed to it. Dumping a ton of tobasco sauce into anything does not make it cajun or creole. Cooking foods you are not familiar with or eating the same from someone who has never cooked “it” before can be a trying experience.
Kind of like expecting to get decent fillet of pickerel in New Mexico, some things aren’t meant to be. I wouldn’t touch a clam served in Saskatchewan either. Hell, I wouldn’t even try a prairie oyster in Newfoundland 😉
Now the sock, shoe thing is just downright weird.
Get a dishwasher. Really. Probably the cheapest and lowest-maintenance of all labor-saving devices. As with electic toothbrushes, you’ll feel silly you ever went without one.
You’ve posted to comp.mail pine? Man, that’s even more weird than the sock, shoe, sock, shoe freakshow.
comp.mail.pine was the fatherland of all flamewarriors. There’s comedy gold in those old archives, though I suspect a lot of it is gone now.
I still use Pine though…
Pine, like trn, was a great dial-up tool. Or as my father would say, “you were lucky, we used to dream about using pine”. Though there were certainly a number of classic flamewarriors trained in other newsgroups. By the way, I do have a dozen 9-track 12-inch reel-to-reel magnetic tapes with a reasonable subset of UseNet ca. 1986 on the shelf here, in case anyone happens to have a drive handy. I do have a 12-inch 9-track reel-to-reel drive handy, but I don’t have any driver software for it for a modern operating system (or even for Windows 😉