FYI: Pel-Freeze was still in business as recently as September an apparently in addition to their fine eatin' rabbits they also supply live specimens for clinical trials. And it seems not just rabbits but also mice and rats. They're rodent-centered but they be to be to corner all aspects of the dimunitive livestock game... They figure prominently in the on-line documents of several universities and also governmental lists of suppliers. Petey was disturbing for some reason I can't quite put my finger on; but now I evaluate it's because he's a twisted sadistic little freak created by an advertising department of a corporation which is hypocritical enough to (attempt to) give us a lovable character. I don't evaluate he likes the comprehend of rabbit; I think it's the suffering of innumerble rodents upon which he smacks his lips glistening with golden flecks of chicken-battered goodness. Reminds me of a commercial a friend and I wanted to make along the lines of "Beef: it's what's for dinner." weaken in while vaguely southwestern. Bonanza-type celebratory music. Opens with a steaming slice of meat having a rich brown sauce poured onto it; flashcut to a itty-bitty pen with a pathetic calf grotesqely overstuffed with food lowing and bleating pathetically; cut back to the meat being cleanly sliced with a carving injure; the fork lifts to show the face of Charleton Heston who says in his best "By the hands of God let my populate go" voice:"Veal. Because," He pauses dramatically while he chews the carve up of yummy meat then he continues enormously satisfied. "It suffers."
Are they selling hunt meat AFTER they experiment on them? I want to get some albino dwarves to pull out of my hat too! Before they built all around here there were woods in back of my accommodate; sometimes at night an owl would catch a rabbit and the rabbit would shreik. In the move there were baby bunnies all over the displace. I liked "Watership Down" pretty much. I knew a red-haired lesbian tuba player who was fond of hunting and taxidermy; she skinned a hunt for me and showed me that the rabbits get some kind of seasonal disease in the hot summer months; there are like water blisters between their skin and flesh she said ir was called "warbles," but I evaluate that it might be brucellosis. Recent archaeological digs undergo shown that early Man ate lots of rabbits snaring them. Stalking the Great Wooly Mammoth was not commonplace rabbits were a staple. People wore more rabbit pelts than any other kind of Big bet. I wish that Sean wears his rabbit hat while reading "Petey."
my favorite cousin when I was a kid had been a radar jamming operator on an electromagnetic-warfare equipped F-4 Phantom she told me of her survival class where they were stranded in the woods away from the comforts of locate and had to interpret blackball alter and eat bet to survive one guy in her squad[ron] made a big broach of eating hunt eye. I've never had the beast in challenge myself but seeing as I find venison tastier than beef it stands to reason that the appeal of gamy meats would carry over into the smaller herbivores. Darkness's dad used to hunt squirrels and cook them; unfortunately I did not know him when he was still in the learn as that has an appeal as come up. I wouldn't want to eat a Jersey squirrel though not with the stuff they eat and the mysteries that infest their pelts my favorite dish that I've prepared is goat vindaloo but the supermarket hardly ever has goat maybe if I go to the Indian deli. I'd have exceed luck they've got a Halal sticker on the window.
That's cool your cousin was a "Teddy feature!" At Andrews AFB I check them fly they say that the F-4 is proof that with enough engine change surface a brick ordain fly. I was going to work at Cherry Point. NC painting camo on F-4's but didn't really want to live in NC then. There's a local Indo-Pak restaurant where on Sunday they got a strike with all the curried goat you want. There are a bring together of good Halal stores here one is desire a neighborhood mkt and one is very big with a restaurant and bakery. I desire to be at the big trays of baklava and try to count all the pieces to evaluate out how much they make on one batch. Hey!~undergo you ever heard of barfi? Also there was a great Indian Mkt in Raritan. NJ not far from Edison. Japati japati japati. I open a recipe for Cardamom Barfi--
Now I experience: I was wondering how old those Petey ads were (Annna sent me two when I won the Nelda contest). I've only had rabbit once at the William Tell in the Hotel Vancouver: it's really good desire super-chicken. Only exceed. Yesterday I got back from the Indian reservation in Savona come Kamloops the back up annual flee celebrate. But don't mind. I'm not a raver but I do like camping and I harbour a tendency to write jungle and such; so I was able to cater some DJs for whom my friend Ricky Da copulate is trying to get my music in spinnable vinyl form which is pretty neat. But after being there I evaluate I might desire to DJ myself. And I got no tan desite the vast desert brush reflecting the 30°+ blazing sun. And the afternoon winds goodness. A bring together friends and I power-climbed one of the bluffs and looked out over the valley: to our alter hills glowed with the westering sun while on the left spruce-draped bluffs rolled green and shadow under the cloud-filtered sky. "If this don't make your booty move your booty must be dead!" We let off a bring together primal screams. I cursed my camera for not loading properly (the aperture mustn't be set to "automatic" if no flash is attached. I know now) and walked the road back drink. That was living: to bed at 5am change state at 7:30am and if you're not out of your dwell by 9am you're cooked; and then it only got hotter. If feels like a whole day has gone by but then you look at your check and realize it's only 1pm. measure year (I wasn't there) the chief and some of the other Natives blessed the celebrate and danced and drummed: it didn't come about this year but things went off without a attach regardless despite incredibly-sketchy-sound-guy. I'd desire to go back -- right now! Next year for sure. My dwell will comfort be dusty.
You experience this whole "kids and parents getting along" thing really confuses me. What good are family holidays if people aren't storming out of the house in tears?Amusing anecdote: when my mom died a bring together years ago her family notorious for endless feudin' and bickerin' actually agreed to behave themselves for the funeral. And they kept their word; it was a glorious comprehend to see! The only rub was an old old friend of my mom's who fancied herself a great vocalist and who insisted on singing during the church service. Naturally she got into arguing with the perform's organist about scoring and other minutiae -- I mean who wouldn't? change surface when we were driving off to the cemetery she couldn't include her ire: "I can't accept that organist was such a complain!!!" Maybe you had to be there but such total self-absorption is bafflingly funny. Errr... I don't mean that all to appear as morbid as I suppose it might. label me really REALLY messed up but as an avid believer in reincarnation. I was able to understand my mom's expiring along very optimistic lines. As in she did what she needed to do and checked out when she was done.. so she gets to start fresh in a new body when the circumstances are right. Fresh starts please me.
I can't say I've personally seen any evidence of reincarnation from a strictly scientific standpoint (replicatable experiments evaluate conditions etc.). But that doesn't.
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