I would like to propose a new word. Well, two actually - 'chickaterian' and 'fishaterian'. And I ask the blogging community to help me get them passed into general parlance. Now don't get me wrong, this has nothing to do with wanting to separate the pure from the impure. I believe any move away from meat eating should be applauded. But when people say they are 'vegetarian' and then promptly plop a bob of chicken or fish in their gobs, it confuses people - particularly grandmas and airlines such as KLM. On one of their flights recently, a fiend of mine complained to the cabin crew that his 'vegetarian' sandwich had turkey in it. He was rudely told that turkey was considered a 'vegetarian' ingredient and therefore that the sandwich was indeed 'vegetarian'. This madness must stop. We need new words that allow us to differentiate between people who eat no animal flesh and people who eat only certain kinds of animal flesh. So please go forth and use 'chickaterian' and 'fishaterian' and tell your friends to.
Meanwhile, here is The Official Meatatarian Homepage - a joke I hope, but there again, maybe not.
I AM CRAP. I promised veganic linkature and did not provide. But hey it's suddenly Summer here in Sydney, it's the sholympics and a girl (sorry 97-year-old leathery bint) has stuff to do.
Being a 97-year-old bint and having never lain with a man, I don't have much use for this service sadly, The Living & Raw Food Personals but if I change my mind and decide to look for a vegan or raw food nanogenarian(?), I could do much worse than advertise my wares here. What I like best is the fact that you can search for a partner by the percentage of raw / living food in their diet - for instance you can choose to look for partners in the a 50 -75% living / raw food category, the 76 - 95% category or the hardcore 96% category. In essence, I guess what this means is that you will not find a junk-food munching Michael Tunn in any category.
The Commando Chicks
Friday the 15th of September and those Olympics are finally here. It had never occurred to me that it was going to be like this. Flags everywhere. I am fighting the urge to run home & hide under my duvet. But here with the living, it is not an option to opt out. I hold the deeply unpopular view (well, at least in this town) that the games are a load of arse. I dislike being told what to think. I dislike competitive sport and nationalism makes me shudder. Yes, let the games begin and then soon they will all be over.
Meanwhile, I provide some long overdue veganic links.
In Preparation for Nuclear War
Sick again yesterday. I'm glad the old fashioned illnesses are back in. Billyjoebob has gout. I have pleurisy (well ok mild pleurisy). The Trendy illnesses have had it their way far too long. Thinking over the cause of my recurring malady, I began to search for gas masks and stumbled across this little gem.
The Biscuit Appreciation Society
General Biscuit Silliness - buying, collecting, dunking. Sadly, there are far to few vegan biscuits in general circulation, so my experience of the latter is but a faded memory . One day, when the cows & chickens take over, all this will change.
Therapy in the Making
Thank you to those who came to see my blog even before there was anything here. I feel you must be rewarded. And these are indeed delicious morsels. Just because it's vegan doesn't mean it's o.k.
Star Advice
Monday Schmunday. Somehow I am strangely comforted by this. Britney, that wholesome teen goddess & vision of blonde loveliness, delivers advice to traumatised teens. Perhaps I will write.
