I, quite honestly, am a little tired and my brain is in overdrive. Every day now for the past few days my eyes pop open like magic and 2:04AM. And last night I worried that the new apartment might not have mini-blinds. Rest assured, the leasing agent promises that they do and that I'll just love them. I don't really care about blinds one way or the other - just something to think about.

I don't really eat sea food - call it a general fear of things that look too much alive. I do, however, find what little sushi I've dove in after rather appealing. It seems honest somehow.

Right and the question pulled from the obscurity of this rambling post. At what point is food too alive to eat?

back to bed, blue

-- blue (blue@nospam-interrupted.org), June 08, 2000

Answers

ever catch the end of the "Hannibal" (sequel to "Silence of the Lambs") book? I think, in that one dinner scene, the food was a bit too alive to eat.

-- amaebi (me@amaebi.org), June 08, 2000.

Perhaps, when it is more active than you are?

j.

(being a computer geek, sometimes . . . i feel obligated to give an answer that is informative, jestful, and not nearly applicable . . .)

-- jarday (jarday@jarday.com), June 09, 2000.

actually, it's an attempt at a clever title, and I do prefer my sweet shrimp live.

-- amaebi (me@amaebi.org), June 12, 2000.

i managed to swing by a chinese place just a few days ago, while out of town. surprisingly, it had sushi . . . and this big tray of uncooked shrimp on ice. i found tearing off their legs to be something i found far too much pleasure in . . . they were one of the very few things there that actually tasted good. the crab rangoons were good. everything else was disappointing. i hate when that happens.

-- jarday (jarday@jarday.com), June 13, 2000.