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The Carnival of Satire (#39)
Welcome to the 39th edition of The Carnival of Satire, where our correspondents wax ironic or just monkey around with a little parody.
We’ll start this week with Madeleine Begun Kane at Mad Kane’s Notables has a masterful limerick only a woman could write (and get away with): Ann’s Master Plan.
Jon Swift has reasons why The Retirement of Bill Gates from Microsoft Is No Big Deal
Furries creep out Thag. And apparently they do the same for Kneon Transitt, as you’ll see with Real-life furries just around the corner?.
We have decided BiBi Cambridge’s The Street finds its own use for Technology (or BlueJacking) is satire. If it’s not, BiBi, shame on you.
On the topic of mobiles, Ahistoricality turned up A Sermon, on the Current Disputes Over Turning Off Cellphones in the British Library Reading Rooms; Delivered on June 20, 2006, in Islington (at The Little Professor.)
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Monday roundup
Some great stuff happened on the weekend/this morning, including:
The Best of Me Symphony, hosted by Emo Phillips at the Owner’s Manual
The Early Modern Carnivalesque, in which we learn about what the puritans thought of face patches.
Update: And getting in just under the Monday wire, the Storyblogging carnival.
Don’t Eat It Ross! Episode Two: Attack of the Kim-Cheeeeee!
by Ross, guest columnist and gastronomic daredevil
So, a colleague of mine shows up to work today with several jars of kimchi. “Kimchi,” he explains, “is a staple of the Korean diet.” Peering into the jar, I think to myself, “Does the Korean diet include bloody chunks of carcass?”
Turns out that kimchi is actually cabbage, pickled in red chili paste, and then placed in clay pots and buried for three years. This particular kimchi is young, apparently, at “only” three months of age. Spicy, rotted, fermenting cabbage? Deeeeee-lish!
It occurs to me that there’s something not quite right here. Then I realize what it is: Presentation! When I was a line cook, we covered up all sorts of nastiness just by adding extra parsley, or a nicer-looking plate. Unfortunately, nothing can cover up the distinctive taste of “floor spice.”
I’m admiring my culinary craftsmanship when all of a sudden, my supervisor sticks his nose in and says, “Back home in Georgia we have a saying: Anyone who would eat that, but refuse to eat dog turds, is just plain stubborn.”
Right, like corn-pone with fried possum is some gourmet shit. Jerkoff!
Okay, down the gullet. I write a quick letter to my stomach lining, saying gentle words and that I’ll miss it terribly.
My face is easily as red as the kimchi. God-DAMN. This is Satan’s coleslaw.
About Ross, Gastronomic Daredevil
Ross Armstrong is a raconteur, imbiber of scotch and eater of things that he probably shouldn’t. Donations to help pay for his gastroenterologist and psychotherapy bills can be sent via Paypay (click on donate button on sidebar).
Grandfig: Hand-holding
Usually, it starts with a bit of innocent hand-holding, and then moves on to the magnet-play.
Then something bad happens.
[From the Toulouse Le Grandfig Necrobiblia Collection]
Thag like bloggishness
New blog called The Blog Reader talk to Mark. Him sound like got kicked in head by wooly rhino. Still, Thag like read interview with him.
Thag part history. Like history! Read History Carnival, hosted by American Presidents.