I just saw one of the most disturbing things on the television just a short while ago. One of the cable shows I try to see every day is How it’s Made and the topics du jour were Phyllo dough, car radiators and chickens for chicken farms. Yup, you read that right…
Now, before you folks get your panties in a bunch, I should state that I am in no way one of them PETA freaks we all love to make fun of. Nor, am I one of those folks who support “sport” hunters you see scouring the forests looking for a bunny to shoot with their uber cop killer rifle of doom. Like most other of life’s important topics, my views are somewhere in the middle where I can both respect animals for the amazing beings that they are as well as delight in the possibility of one filling my tummy when prepared in a most appetizing fashion. I’m very much against their torture, but am an advocate for their use in scientific testing for the betterment of our species. Anyway, I’m venturing off from my original topic here…
So, I’m watching the special and just can’t help at feeling quite uneasy at how the chickens are treated like a cog on an assembly line. It does not look like they are being mistreated and I am sure they’re fed and cared for better there than if they were left out in the wild alone. However, there’s just something I find so terribly uneasy watching what they go through as soon as they are born right? It’s almost like the field of humans scene in the Matrix where you see the processing of the dead and new born children.
A little unnerving right? Well, considering you know where the little buggers will likely end up, you kind of feel bad for them.
Then again such is life right?
There’s nothing better than blog fodder. Seriously!
For instance like the wealth of information one can find on wonderful sites like MetaFilter. I was making my daily rounds through MeFi and happened to find some more Gordon Ramsey goodness (yay for Hell’s Kitchen starting in a couple of weeks!), a rather gory new trailer for Rambo 4 (yes, the man does not know when to end a character) and the be all of all things fascinating, BDSM for the discerning Christian, complete with sexy crotch less pantaloons! I won’t go anymore into this little find, but I am sure you’ll have a hoot learning how to control your mate with a firm hand and a bare backside.
Other than those marvelous finds today, this weekend’s been rather blah for me since I’ve been working most of it. All in all it hasn’t been that bad since it’s work that’s been needing to be done for the last month or so. The highlight last night was Tasha giving me a drunken phone call after her and her husband got out of dinner at PF Chang’s. I forgot how hilariously cute she sounds when she’s blitzed off her ass. It’s a shame I had to hang up early to continue working because I’d have been dying of laughter by night’s end, or until she passed out.
The chickie’s been in England since last week (grrrr) on business and yesterday she was in Amsterdam (waaaah!) so she’s telling me all about it now via IM. Definitely going to need to go there one of these days.
Anyway, I got a new web cam today so the cam chats will be plentiful again with the IM buddies in the near future. I also found a great pair of Florsheim shoes for a decent price over at the local Marshall’s. So from now on my feet will be water free when it happens to rain on my way to work, huzzah! As some of you may remember, I’m not fond of my feet getting wet outside of the bathtub, so this is a very good thing.
Alrighty, enough of the update. I’m off to watch a movie one of my work friends loaned me last Friday.
I’m sure some of you know that I’m a huge fan of PBS and the programming on it, especially some of the cooking shows on them. One in particular is a huge favorite of the mine and the chickie’s which we try to watch every weekend (both shows) if possible. This weekend, we learned that the main host of the program, Cristopher Kimball, enjoys a particular variety of black tea known as Lapsang Souchong. Of course since Mr. Kimball enjoyed the stuff, I figured I would absolutely revel in it’s black tea goodness right?
So that evening we went shopping at the local Wegman’s to get some fruits and on top of noticing how much cheaper food is there when compared to our local mega mart, I ran by the tea isle and noticed that Twinings makes a version of that particular tea. So I picked it up on top of some of that nifty pomegranate juice I’ve been hearing so much about lately. We make it back home and try out the pomegranate juice and I’d have to admit that it’s some pretty tasty stuff, though after looking at the nutrition label I won’t be having much more of that anytime soon. Can you believe that it has (if I recall correctly) a whopping 46 grams of sugar per serving and it’s a TWO serving bottle? Hell, there’s less in the Snapple I weaned myself off than what’s in that bottle. No thanks, I’ll just stick to buying the fruit from now on to get my poppy red goodness.
Anyway, about an hour ago while enjoying the hilarious antics of Mike Rowe and some sea snakes on Dirty Jobs, I figured I’d give that tea a shot. Now, I immediately knew I was in trouble when I removed the plastic wrap on the box of tea because it literally smelled like a burnt out camp fire. I opened the box and that smell hit me like a ton of bricks, so much so that my stomach started doing some weird tumbling thing. Anyway, I bought it so had to at least taste it once right? I nuked the water, popped in the tea bag and let that bitch brew for a good three minutes. I proceeded to taste it and let me tell you, I now know what smoke would taste like if it were in a liquid form. That stuff was revolting! I foolishly attempted to muscle down another swig of the stuff and I tossed the remains down the drain.
Oddly enough, my roomie digs the stuff…
I’m putting that bad boy up there with raw sea urchin as some of the “acquired taste” foods that I need to acclimate myself with in the very very distant future.
At least this lovely merlot I am drinking now is getting that awful smoke taste out of my mouth.
Alrighty, will someone please smack me upside the head if I forget to wear sneakers again the next time I visit a museum with some friends? As I mentioned before, my friend Tasha flew up with her husband to visit some family as well as to spend time with some of their friends. I was fortunate enough to get a chance to hang out with them a few days ago over in the city and it was a blast. Mostly because I haven’t seen her in so long (though oddly enough it was not as weird as I thought it would be seeing her again), but also because I got to meet her way cool husband and also spend some QT at one of the more fascinating museums in the city. Sure, I dig some good art every now and then, but put me in front of some displays of science and you’ve got me mesmerized. Heck, you can even go so far as saying I consider it mind porn and let’s face it, everyone lurves their porn right? Speaking of which, I really need to update my collection but that’s just me thinking out loud (well not really out loud, I’d imagine you catch the drift) so you can disregard that.
Unfortunately, my dumb ass decided to wear my work shoes on my little exhibit adventure so by closing time, my dogs were barking something fierce. So into my car we hopped and proceeded to make our way downtown for some after museum festivities. We drove down to the West Village to dine at one of my favorite restaurants, but we got there rather early. So we decided to get a good pre-dinner buzz going and stopped into a nearby pub for tasty spirits while we waited for both the reservation to come up and for my lovely girlfriend to make her way up from work. A couple of pints of Guiness later, we ventured over to the eatery and got some Mojitos and enjoyed a rather lovely evening of paella, enchiladas, mussels, garlic shrimp, escargot and desserts. Afterwards, we dropped them off at the train station and made our way back home.
Let me tell you, it was TORTURE walking up the damn steps to my place! With every step up, I felt as if my left foot was about to fall off it’s hinges. When I took off my shoes, I could swear I heard steam whizzing out of them and holy crap did it feel good to let them breathe a little. Sadly though, a restful night’s sleep did not do much to alleviate the pain, so the next day at work was rather unpleasant. A couple of days afterward, I am glad to say things have returned to normal in that department.
Other than that, nothing new has been going on with me lately though the little lady and I are in the beginning stages of planning a trip later in the year to Montreal. How cool is that? Anyone have any recommendations for places to stay or things to do? I’m waiting on a couple of friends to give me the skinny about that city since they’ve both been there a few times each, but I figure any bit of advice would help. The chickie and I are figuring this place would be great since it’s our favorite place to stay at when we’re in Philly, however it’s nice to weigh all of our options methinks.