Things: A Minor List

[sevendeadlyfun]

1. I sign up to do 50 (FIVE ZERO OMG) Angel: AtF ficlets and what happens? I get tons of Torchwood and BtVS plots. Life is cruel. Also kind of hilarious.

2. While I'm not entirely sure I like Naples, I love the oranges here. Oh the oranges! I cannot actually rhapsodize about them enough because they are SO. DAMN. GOOD. Words are actually insufficient to explain how good they are or how much I love them.

3: Contrariwise (and how bizarrely awesome is it that my spellcheck recognizes that as a word but does not recognize the word spellcheck?), I am a little scared of the meat here.

It is delicious and let's be for real about that. Naples is full of little farms, all of them producing the freshest, most delectable produce and meat I've ever had EVER even in $200 a plate restaurants. Heck, I even see little patches of olive and orange trees roped off on roundabouts and we get sheep herders moving their flock across highways. This is the place for farm fresh awesomeness.

BUT...I bought a ginormous chicken to roast and ya'll? It came with the feets. Now this might be normal for my Euro flisties but I? Am American and our animals don't look like animals by the time they get to our supermarkets. So the feet thing threw me off my game. A bit. The rabbits? Whole other bit of sad scary. They had eyes. They were staring at me, all skinned and dead but WITH EYES. I'm a wussy American totally out of touch with the circle of life. THAT'S COOL BY ME. No eyes.

4: So, I'm working on some stuff for the still_grrr prompt this week and I ran across some Walt Whitman in my searchings for inspiration and this - THIS- is how you know I got my kink back. Because because because? I read "I sing the body electric", one of my favoritest Whitman poems ever, and I got inspired to do Spike/Drusilla turn-of-the century electrostim porn. YES. WHEN I SAY I WILL BRING IT BACK, BABY IT WILL BE BROUGHTEN.

4.25: This is A Minor List. We don't have the funding for Five Things. Only Four plus a shirty addendum noting that is only halfway through January and our post's accident board shows 45 car accidents. I AM NEVER GETTING OUT OF HERE ALIVE. SEND HELP. OR OWEN/IANTO HATESEX FIC SET DURING JACK'S ABSENCE.

Comments

[brunettepet.livejournal.com]

Don't fear the meat - the butcher is just trying to assure you that yes, indeed, that's a bunny and a chicken. We are so used to being several steps back from the live animal, it's no wonder it's a bit scary.

I am jealous of the wonderful produce you're going to be getting your teeth into!

[anxiety-junkie.livejournal.com]

That whole meat thing made me laugh out loud. Have you tried asking the butcher to remove the chicken feets? :P

[sevendeadlyfun.livejournal.com]

I'm already thinking of how I'll miss it when we leave and that's three years from now. I mean, the smog and the trash and the traffic are outrageous, but the food almost makes up for all that. It really is so much fresher than the stuff we get back in America. It's local and delicious.

I will say that the dead animals looking like dead animals is highly disconcerting. I mean, I'm not going vegetarian just because of some feets. But I have to admit to avoiding the rabbits when I go to the store. It's just really really creepy to me. I'll take the label of clueless wuss as long as it comes without eyes.

[sevendeadlyfun.livejournal.com]

No, for a few reasons. One, I can barely ask for the regular stuff (although my MIL sent a great book that shows me exactly how to ask for a larger size, so that's one problem solved). My Italian is improving, but I won't be toasted for my sparkling dinner conversation any time soon. Two, the stuff comes pre-wrapped at Ipercoop (the supermarket...sort of a super k-mart typ store with rugs and computers and fresh produce), so I'm not even sure who to ask or if they'd do it.

So, I just accept the feets and try to think of other things. Like not feets. OMG feets.

On the plus side, victorian electrostim porn in the near future! In which I may talk about feets, just to push the joke a bit further.

[rebcake.livejournal.com]

Naples! Napoli! You lucky duck (even if the webbed feet are still attached)!

I urge you to hop on the metro (or whatever it's called) and run down to Pompeii! (Herculaneum is cool, too.) The train stops right at the front gates, and then you can go in and see all the amazing erotic art all over the place! Doing my still__grrr ancient lit ficlet got me all excited about classic smut again. And you are right there! Seriously, it takes, like 20 minutes to get there! Do it!

Someday, take the same metro train to the end of the line, Sorrento, and have a mellower time than you might be having in Napoli. Plus: gorgeous!

[jaded-jamie.livejournal.com]

You know though, you seem to be happy there :)

[sevendeadlyfun.livejournal.com]

We've done Amalfi (no looking down!) and the Museo, but we got in here in September and we want to wait for warmer weather (yeah, yeah but still...) to do Pompeii. We are planning on hiking Vesuvio next month, though. It promises to be awesome.

I'm not okay with the feets, though. :P

[sevendeadlyfun.livejournal.com]

Eh. Good days, bad days. The Monster isn't adjusting well, so it's making things rough. Plus I have a degree that's pretty worthless around here and that's a little depressing. All those years of school for more housewifery? Not what I had in mind.

But there's no snow and fresh oranges, so I can find some bright sides. HUGGLES to you and Millie Prawn and a big round of applause to Gina for being brilliant altogether.

[laazikaat.livejournal.com]

Feets, rotflmao!! Happy vegetarian, me! For the last 30 years, so I think I'll be sticking with it, lol.