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I drew my least favorite sort of a job today — I have to build a multimedia dingus for a trade show on a tight deadline. It has all the elements I like least in a job: work, labor, toil, effort…all areas in which I’m constitutionally disadvantaged to excel.

Plus, it’s a trade show. Those bastards are never willing to move dates to accomodate me. Blow a trade show, and I might as well rent a bulletin board to announce “I am SO fucking fired!”

So I didn’t get much time today to visit with you, my imaginary friends who live in the computer. Please, share my supper with me.

I love shrimp. But I hate peeling them. I always look down at the chitinous exoskeleton and all the little legs and think, “sweet mustache of Jesus! I’m eating bugs!!!”


Comment from mesablue
Time: March 16, 2007, 6:32 pm

You are eating bugs.

Big, meaty, full of gooshy guts — bugs.

I love em.

Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: March 16, 2007, 6:45 pm

I’m allergic to ’em (and most shellfish). But I have found that if I eat about 1/2 of one itty-bitty shrimp (yecchh!) my throat tightens up just enough to really increase the range and accuracy of my projectile vomiting. We’re talkin’ yards. This pleases me somehow.

Just sayin’.

Comment from BGG
Time: March 19, 2007, 7:25 pm

They really are pretty much like bugs but I love shrimp. I usually think of them as sea grubs, which gives me less of an appetite but I always get over it. But that picture made me want to throw up just a little bit.

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