I at no point said that I was going to log meat throughout the rest of the year; I only said I was going to log the meal we ate together.
Perhaps I am still interested in bovine flesh; but my withdrawal was in no way spurred by a lack of enthusiasm for beef, rather, it was borne out of indignation at shoddy judging. Of course I still love beef, and I always will.
And the intensity you say you see in my eyes: when have you ever known me *not* to have that. Just looking at you, how could my eyes do less than sparkle with glee, especially in consideration of the fact that you're still bound into this game, struggling to compete against a phantom foe while I dine on sushi and other non-bovine delicacies?
As for pulling a knife on you in your own home: you did the same to me. In expressing indignation at being so attacked by a guest, how do you think the guest must feel being set upon by his host? Even the Taliban were more considerate of their guests, even at the cost of their own destruction.
And as for my alleged ongoing participation in the game: if you believeing this to be the case causes you to consume any further excessive quantities of meat, fine. Believe what you want to believe. I can make you eat meat even without eating any myself. Sweet.
But mostly: lighten up a little. Go shoot some deer or something, that might release some stress. Unless you can't manage to kill any, in which case, you can just go home and console yourself with meat that you killed in captivity. You craven carnivore. I think you should have given the little fellow more of a chance.
I am really starting to worry about you.
I at no point said that I was going to log meat throughout the rest of the year; I only said I was going to log the meal we ate together.
Perhaps I am still interested in bovine flesh; but my withdrawal was in no way spurred by a lack of enthusiasm for beef, rather, it was borne out of indignation at shoddy judging. Of course I still love beef, and I always will.
And the intensity you say you see in my eyes: when have you ever known me *not* to have that. Just looking at you, how could my eyes do less than sparkle with glee, especially in consideration of the fact that you're still bound into this game, struggling to compete against a phantom foe while I dine on sushi and other non-bovine delicacies?
As for pulling a knife on you in your own home: you did the same to me. In expressing indignation at being so attacked by a guest, how do you think the guest must feel being set upon by his host? Even the Taliban were more considerate of their guests, even at the cost of their own destruction.
And as for my alleged ongoing participation in the game: if you believeing this to be the case causes you to consume any further excessive quantities of meat, fine. Believe what you want to believe. I can make you eat meat even without eating any myself. Sweet.
But mostly: lighten up a little. Go shoot some deer or something, that might release some stress. Unless you can't manage to kill any, in which case, you can just go home and console yourself with meat that you killed in captivity. You craven carnivore. I think you should have given the little fellow more of a chance.
Posted by: guy | November 24, 2004 11:17 AM