The Ethics of the Carnivore

… You’re talking to a twenty-something with two kids of her own, mention Phyllis Diller in passing, and get this question: “Is she someone who works in another department?” The first one of you who responds with “Phyllis who?” will get a really nasty look from me.

Can we say “ridiculous”, boys and girls? Yes, I heard again from the mental midgets who man the email at Double Day Books. I’m done trying to talk with them. I’ve gotten more intelligent responses from ACfH. It is my most avid of hopes that, some day, one of their PR people stumbles across this…

… then where is that “inborn instinct for survival” in the Kitten? Tuesday night, while the Socialist was off administering his final, I decided to set some “mood”, and got out a bowl, glass beads, and some floating candles I had. I put the beads in the bowl, filled it most of the way with…

I dyed my hair again. It’s been a month since the initial experiment, and all the rinse had washed out of my hair. The grey was back, accusing and surly as ever. I stepped up from a level 1 washes-out-in-a-month to a level 2 washes-out-in-about-two-months deal. The stuff was a tad more complicated to use,…

The five year reunion of my class from veterinary school was a bit of a bust. The way the reunions work for my school is that they hold an “Alumni Day” once a year on campus when any graduate can attend. During that alumni day, graduates celebrating their -5th or -10th anniversary a specially noted….

So, Slipperman, you want to know how I feel after I exercise? In a word, exhausted. Sweaty, sticky, smelly, painful, out-of-breath exhausted. Part of it, I’m sure, is simply because I am out of shape. But even when I was doing 75 – 100 miles per week on my bike, I hated it. Whatever this…