Empowered by silence
Thursday, November 5. 2009
Strange, but I am relieved when no one comments on my lunch blog postings, as has been the trend recently. It gives me the feeling that I’m unsupervised in the lunch blog-o-sphere, and that I can do whatever I want and no one will ever know. It’s kinda like right after the Battle Ax leaves for work in the morning and I rummage through her dresser, stripping off my pajamas and trying on her capri pants and poodle sweaters before I get in the shower. Your silence gives me that same sense of naughty independence. It’S quite liberating, and I thank you for it.
I had two lunches yesterday. First, I stopped at a fast food place and got a fast-food salad. I ate it there and listened to the conversation at the next table. This guy was whining to his friend about how he doesn’t even have enough money to take his wife out to dinner, ever—like once every 6 months, at most.
Then a couple of hours later I had my second lunch—a can of organic black bean soup, which I heated up in the microwave after Jake showed me how to use the child-safe can opener, which doesn’t leave any sharp edges. I ate it at my desk, and realized right as I finished that I was making slurping noises.
Figure 1. Ricky looks a lot like this each morning between 7:05 and 7:15, only he has a head and two hands.
I had two lunches yesterday. First, I stopped at a fast food place and got a fast-food salad. I ate it there and listened to the conversation at the next table. This guy was whining to his friend about how he doesn’t even have enough money to take his wife out to dinner, ever—like once every 6 months, at most.
Then a couple of hours later I had my second lunch—a can of organic black bean soup, which I heated up in the microwave after Jake showed me how to use the child-safe can opener, which doesn’t leave any sharp edges. I ate it at my desk, and realized right as I finished that I was making slurping noises.
Figure 1. Ricky looks a lot like this each morning between 7:05 and 7:15, only he has a head and two hands.
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I think that perhaps the scary Norwegian children had scared off some of your viewers. Those of us with real spines are still remaining loyal viewers.
As for slurping... I think that for many soups, slurping is an entirely necessary function. There is a line when slurping becomes strange, but I think it's a gray line until you hit something with the thickness and consistency of stew. It's hard to slurp chunks of meat.
Enjoy the Silence. (now that it's been broken).
As for slurping... I think that for many soups, slurping is an entirely necessary function. There is a line when slurping becomes strange, but I think it's a gray line until you hit something with the thickness and consistency of stew. It's hard to slurp chunks of meat.
Enjoy the Silence. (now that it's been broken).
Slurping is one of my biggest pet peeves. I hate it when people tip toe around their soup or coffee by slurping. I hate it! Either take a bit or drink or get off the pot. If you need to cool it down, do it the old fashioin way and blow on it. It ruins soup for me. Just like how the fat girl on the train yesterday telling her fat girlfriend she went to a halloween party dressed as the St Pauli girl. Totally ruins St Pauli for me.
Wow, that was alot of pent up commenting. I feel better now. But still won't drink a St. Pauli beer.
Wow, that was alot of pent up commenting. I feel better now. But still won't drink a St. Pauli beer.
Excellent counter-point-counter on the slurping topic, gentlemen. It's that kind of passionate dialogue on controversial lunch topics that I hope to inspire with my work here.
Had I known that people still read my blog, I probably would have backed away from the capri pants and poodle sweater business. Thank god I had the presence of mind not to mention the eye liner.
Had I known that people still read my blog, I probably would have backed away from the capri pants and poodle sweater business. Thank god I had the presence of mind not to mention the eye liner.
I'm thankful you had the presence of mind not to mention the nipple rouge.
I'm thankful you had the presence of mind not to post the picture of yourself.
Please.......as a woman, I beg you to let me see you dressed up in the outfit. I will give you a free haircut. I promise! I seriously don't know what's wrong with you guys. I see a great photo op here. Please?
I figured the last few postings - especially the hellish Hansel and Gretel and this demon sweater - were some sort of Fear Factor style challenge. We had to see how many of these disturbing postings we could sit through without kvetching or resorting to cheap insults. I'll admit the image of you unbathed in capris and a poodle sweater broke through my defenses too.
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