More pig uterus, Vicar?
Uncle B had a business appointment in London today. I went with, so we could visit the happiest place on earth — I mean, of course, Wing Yip.
These are the guys who supply all the Chinese restaurants in the UK, pretty much. Here you can buy hundredweight sacks of rice, gallons of soy sauce, great sawn tree-rings to use for chopping blocks, wicked sharp cleavers engraved all down the blade with Chinese characters. There are iron woks from omelette size to great rice boats.
There’s one whole long aisle of nothing but ramen noodles.
Oh, I love Wing Yip. Most of our day-to-day cups, plates and bowls are Wing Yip-ware — if it’s good enough for the chinko on the corner, it’s good enough for mustelids. The staff is friendly, even if we are reduced to communication via squeaks and gestures, and they have everything. Where else are you going to get frozen pig uterus?
We dropped nigh on a hundred quid today — which, let me tell you, is a hell of a lot of pot noodles.
August 3, 2010 — 10:03 pm
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Ummm…laughing goat-horned devil pelvis?
I never took the Rorshach inkblot test. My mother took it in college. She did a lot of psych courses. The only thing she remembered was getting the brain freeze when the inkblots went from black and white to color.
It’s a phenomenon known as “color shock” — I don’t know what it means. “Bugshit crazy” at a guess.
Anyhow, Wikipedia has gefuct the Rorshach by publishing the ten classic inkblots along with the most common responses to them. Even though the blots have technically been in the public domain for many years, psychologists have guarded the images carefully. Once they’re out, the test is essentially useless. Assuming it was useful before.
For what it’s worth, I suspect it did have some use as a diagnostic. It ain’t science, but it’s a way for a pshrink to make conversation with a fruitcake without asking him to be insightful about anything.
Anyhow, I advise you to bone up on the ‘normal’ responses. You never know if your next insanity plea might hinge on an Old School psych.
August 2, 2010 — 10:12 pm
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