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Thank you to the people who sent me Christmas cards! Especially people I didn't get a chance to send return cards to! We also got a card from a random American because apparently people write letters to people in the armed forces and then they divide them up and give one to each person. Which was really nice!

Anyway, a few weeks ago I was randomly reading something and someone referred to Sarah Palin shooting a reindeer. I was like '???!!'. So, with mounting suspicion, I put 'Caribou' into Wikipedia and it REDIRECTED ME TO THE 'REINDEER' PAGE. And I don't know why, but think it triggered some bizarre repressed culture shock thing because I started laughing hysterically for about ten minutes until I was crying, and when my husband asked me what was wrong I yelled at him "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME REINDEER AND CARIBOU WERE THE SAME THING?" and he said he hadn't known either. D: 

Because all this time I'd been wondering what the hell caribou were! And what distinguished them from all the other deer-ish creatures! When it turns out I'd actually seen them before when I was in Scandinavia on one of my family's 'Let's rediscover the non-English speaking and therefore more interesting parts of our heritage' tours.

So the plus side is that I ended up finding out a lot of interesting stuff about reindeer! Like, they were the hunted animal of choice in huge areas of the world for most of human history! And that there's areas in Scandinavia that have reindeer hunting traditions that go back to the ice age! And then while looking at all this, I also found out that a bunch of hippies were angry at Ikea for selling reindeer meat before Christmas.

Of course, this made me phone up Ikea in Seattle and ask if they had any reindeer meat on sale. Unfortunately they said they hadn't got any in this year. Undeterred, I turned to the Internet, and found a company that delivers cured reindeer meat by mail. I ordered some in secret, and then wrapped it up and put it under the tree. Then on Christmas Day I surprised my husband with it and we ate reindeer salami and drank mead and had like a VIKING CHRISTMAS.

The surprising thing about it is that it's really delicious! It tastes a lot like beef, except better because it's flavored with the sweet taste of hippie tears.
sephira: (Delicious Baby Seal)
Thank you to the people who sent me Christmas cards! Especially people I didn't get a chance to send return cards to! We also got a card from a random American because apparently people write letters to people in the armed forces and then they divide them up and give one to each person. Which was really nice!

Anyway, a few weeks ago I was randomly reading something and someone referred to Sarah Palin shooting a reindeer. I was like '???!!'. So, with mounting suspicion, I put 'Caribou' into Wikipedia and it REDIRECTED ME TO THE 'REINDEER' PAGE. And I don't know why, but think it triggered some bizarre repressed culture shock thing because I started laughing hysterically for about ten minutes until I was crying, and when my husband asked me what was wrong I yelled at him "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME REINDEER AND CARIBOU WERE THE SAME THING?" and he said he hadn't known either. D: 

Because all this time I'd been wondering what the hell caribou were! And what distinguished them from all the other deer-ish creatures! When it turns out I'd actually seen them before when I was in Scandinavia on one of my family's 'Let's rediscover the non-English speaking and therefore more interesting parts of our heritage' tours.

So the plus side is that I ended up finding out a lot of interesting stuff about reindeer! Like, they were the hunted animal of choice in huge areas of the world for most of human history! And that there's areas in Scandinavia that have reindeer hunting traditions that go back to the ice age! And then while looking at all this, I also found out that a bunch of hippies were angry at Ikea for selling reindeer meat before Christmas.

Of course, this made me phone up Ikea in Seattle and ask if they had any reindeer meat on sale. Unfortunately they said they hadn't got any in this year. Undeterred, I turned to the Internet, and found a company that delivers cured reindeer meat by mail. I ordered some in secret, and then wrapped it up and put it under the tree. Then on Christmas Day I surprised my husband with it and we ate reindeer salami and drank mead and had like a VIKING CHRISTMAS.

The surprising thing about it is that it's really delicious! It tastes a lot like beef, except better because it's flavored with the sweet taste of hippie tears.
sephira: (Delicious Baby Seal)
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Murdering my girlfriend and stashing her rotting corpse in a cupboard.



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Murdering my girlfriend and stashing her rotting corpse in a cupboard.



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In the last twenty-four hours I have eaten beef, bacon, turkey, duck, goat, venison, tuna, mackerel, octopus, salmon, prawn, kingfish and scallop. I think this is some kind of personal carnivore record.

I had some eggs as well, so that kind of counts as chicken.

Alas, kujira remains firmly out of my harpoon-less, not-in-Japan reach. Oh well, one day.
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In the last twenty-four hours I have eaten beef, bacon, turkey, duck, goat, venison, tuna, mackerel, octopus, salmon, prawn, kingfish and scallop. I think this is some kind of personal carnivore record.

I had some eggs as well, so that kind of counts as chicken.

Alas, kujira remains firmly out of my harpoon-less, not-in-Japan reach. Oh well, one day.
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It's a good thing all the regular television shows are starting up again, since I was running out of old stuff to watch. I tried Jericho recently, but I couldn't make to the end of season one: by two thirds of the way through I was just skipping to the bits featuring either Richard Speight Jr. or the romance between the IRS chick and the corn farmer dude.

Seriously, that was the cutest romance since season one of BSG. Why aren't there more TV romances set in post-apocalyptic wastelands? I don't like romance novels (and yes, I have read them: people leave them around in youth hostels) but if there was/is a romance novel subgenre dedicated to unlikely people falling in love during nuclear/zombie/cylon/Götterdämmerung/whatever apocalypses, I would so read it. Hm, this may be a possible marketing niche!

Anyway, I like this picture I took the other day, because you can see the exact spot where they shot the hippie:



Yes, hippie. Somebody 'stopped.'

Speaking of hippies, I was clothes shopping the other day and saw women's underwear with the following message written across the front:

STOP DESTROYING THE PLANET.

(I didn't take a picture. Because taking picture of women's underwear is weird, even if it's in a store.) Anyway, I don't get it. I mean, were the makers thinking 'Hey, let's put that on underwear! Because nothing gets a person in the mood quicker than being personally accused of destroying the habitation of seven billion people!'

Or I don't know, maybe it's some sort of metaphor. Kids these days.

Oh, and also, kids? If you're going to have someone over as an English tutor for two hours, please don't let your brother watch 300 really loud in the next room for the entirety of the lesson. Especially when said tutor has been wanting to watch it for weeks but accidentally deleted it off her computer. It's just impolite.

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It's a good thing all the regular television shows are starting up again, since I was running out of old stuff to watch. I tried Jericho recently, but I couldn't make to the end of season one: by two thirds of the way through I was just skipping to the bits featuring either Richard Speight Jr. or the romance between the IRS chick and the corn farmer dude.

Seriously, that was the cutest romance since season one of BSG. Why aren't there more TV romances set in post-apocalyptic wastelands? I don't like romance novels (and yes, I have read them: people leave them around in youth hostels) but if there was/is a romance novel subgenre dedicated to unlikely people falling in love during nuclear/zombie/cylon/Götterdämmerung/whatever apocalypses, I would so read it. Hm, this may be a possible marketing niche!

Anyway, I like this picture I took the other day, because you can see the exact spot where they shot the hippie:



Yes, hippie. Somebody 'stopped.'

Speaking of hippies, I was clothes shopping the other day and saw women's underwear with the following message written across the front:

STOP DESTROYING THE PLANET.

(I didn't take a picture. Because taking picture of women's underwear is weird, even if it's in a store.) Anyway, I don't get it. I mean, were the makers thinking 'Hey, let's put that on underwear! Because nothing gets a person in the mood quicker than being personally accused of destroying the habitation of seven billion people!'

Or I don't know, maybe it's some sort of metaphor. Kids these days.

Oh, and also, kids? If you're going to have someone over as an English tutor for two hours, please don't let your brother watch 300 really loud in the next room for the entirety of the lesson. Especially when said tutor has been wanting to watch it for weeks but accidentally deleted it off her computer. It's just impolite.

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..well, sorta.

Dinner. )
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..well, sorta.

Dinner. )
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I'm actually feeling pretty badass today.

Last night, I was gently stirred out of a pleasant dream by a mild tickling sensation on the side of my head. Still mostly asleep, I reached up, brushed at it, only to find my fingers closing around something. Without waking, I closed my hand around the thing and threw it across the room.

About ten seconds later, I vaguely came into consciousness enough to sit up, and turn on the light. )
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I'm actually feeling pretty badass today.

Last night, I was gently stirred out of a pleasant dream by a mild tickling sensation on the side of my head. Still mostly asleep, I reached up, brushed at it, only to find my fingers closing around something. Without waking, I closed my hand around the thing and threw it across the room.

About ten seconds later, I vaguely came into consciousness enough to sit up, and turn on the light. )
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Well, the Japanese whaling industry and its disputes with the IWC has been in the news a lot lately, at least if you live around here. It's a sensitive issue for those of us who might be spending some time in the country.

I've decided to do my part for international relations, and help out in my own small way. Here, I present a quick guide to dealing with the question we've all been asking: where can I get my hands on some delicious whale meat?


Finding a restaurant.

"Kujira o tabetai n desu."

I would like to eat whale.

"Kujira o tabete mitai n desu."

I would like to try whale.

"Kujira no aru mise ni ikitai n desu, doko ka osusume ga arimasu ka?"

I would like to go to a restaurant that serves whale, can you recommend one to me?

"Kujiraniku wa doko de kaemasu ka?"

Where can I buy whale meat?

"Honyuurui no chi no aji wo tameshitai desu."

I desire the sweet taste of mammalian blood.

"Sumimasen, Kujiraya/Dogenzaka wo sagashitemasu kedo..."

Excuse me, I'm looking for Kujiraya/Dogenzaka street.


At the restaurant.

"Kujira o kudasai."

I'll have the whale."

"Kujira sashimi o kudasai."

I'll have the raw whale.


When you have the whale.

"Oishii desu."

It's good!

"Toriniku no yo desu ne."

It tastes like chicken.

"Sakanappoi gyuuniku no yo desu ne."

It's kind of like fishy beef.

"Jinniku no hou ga ii desu."

I prefer the taste of human flesh.

"Chotto mazui desu ga, hippie ga kirai desu kara gambarimasu."

It's gross, but I hate hippies so much I'm going to soldier on.

"Iruka wa?"

What about dolphin/do you also have dolphin?

"Azarashi wa?"

What about seal/do you also have seal?

"Koazarashi wa?"

What about baby ones?



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Well, the Japanese whaling industry and its disputes with the IWC has been in the news a lot lately, at least if you live around here. It's a sensitive issue for those of us who might be spending some time in the country.

I've decided to do my part for international relations, and help out in my own small way. Here, I present a quick guide to dealing with the question we've all been asking: where can I get my hands on some delicious whale meat?


Finding a restaurant.

"Kujira o tabetai n desu."

I would like to eat whale.

"Kujira o tabete mitai n desu."

I would like to try whale.

"Kujira no aru mise ni ikitai n desu, doko ka osusume ga arimasu ka?"

I would like to go to a restaurant that serves whale, can you recommend one to me?

"Kujiraniku wa doko de kaemasu ka?"

Where can I buy whale meat?

"Honyuurui no chi no aji wo tameshitai desu."

I desire the sweet taste of mammalian blood.

"Sumimasen, Kujiraya/Dogenzaka wo sagashitemasu kedo..."

Excuse me, I'm looking for Kujiraya/Dogenzaka street.


At the restaurant.

"Kujira o kudasai."

I'll have the whale."

"Kujira sashimi o kudasai."

I'll have the raw whale.


When you have the whale.

"Oishii desu."

It's good!

"Toriniku no yo desu ne."

It tastes like chicken.

"Sakanappoi gyuuniku no yo desu ne."

It's kind of like fishy beef.

"Jinniku no hou ga ii desu."

I prefer the taste of human flesh.

"Chotto mazui desu ga, hippie ga kirai desu kara gambarimasu."

It's gross, but I hate hippies so much I'm going to soldier on.

"Iruka wa?"

What about dolphin/do you also have dolphin?

"Azarashi wa?"

What about seal/do you also have seal?

"Koazarashi wa?"

What about baby ones?



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I permanently reduce the carbon footprint of several baby seals.
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I permanently reduce the carbon footprint of several baby seals.

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