I take it that's your goose in the chipper.
I won't hate on the goose or her transspecies relationships, but can I hate on the person who wrote that story? "The wind plays with the Quaking Aspens..." ack.
I wanted less Aspens and more dog goose interaction.
I haven't watched (either) video yet but I was a little disturbed by the link at the bottom of the page:
* Infant makes amazing recovery from nearly crushed skull - VIDEO
They had to go through a lot of infants before they got a video that turned out right.
Happy New Year, Shi'a.
Thanks, home slice!
"Hi, I'd like one of those big mallets and about thirty infants."
Wait, wasn't there already a thread about this?
4, 7: Can you let me in on the reference? Wikipeida says that the Islamic new year was Jan 20, and that Shi'a don't honor it anyway, because it marks the death of the Imam Hussain.
Aha, thanks. My cultural horizons are now broadened.
That's sweet. I knew a goose in Newfoundland who was in unrequited love with a dog. It was a flightless domestic grey goose, though.
So, Ogged, does this mean you'll be having B over for tea and cookies in a couple of weeks?
The Persian that was on the radio this morning said that in 13 days, all you people were supposed to have family, friends and (here's where B comes in) enemies over for tea and cookies for the New Year. Has the media lied to me again?
Ah, no, that's true. Did they say anything about frenemies? I think I'm off the hook.
I think frenemies would fall under both the friends AND enemies category, so you're going to have to host the entire Unfoggetariat in your Dwell-style-but-with-feather-boas-on-the-ceiling pad. Better stock up.
Are you really supposed to have your enemies over? Do they know they're being invited to fill the enemy role?
I'm sure they're quite aware. The idea is that it's a time for everyone to get together; it's not like you have to meet a quota.
That's kind of hilarious. It's like your ancestors sat around and asked "How can we design a holiday for maximum awkwardness?"
It's not awkward, as far as I know; everyone seems to really enjoy it. I don't think people feel obligated to go where they're not welcome.
Oh, cool. I figured it would be like the Worst Thanksgiving Dinner Ever.
In Persian culture, if you didn't socialize with people you hoped to kill someday, soon you'd have no social life at all. (That's one of the lessons of "300"). The rejection of murderous hatred is an impossible, unrealistic hippy ideal, but courtly hospitality is attainable.
And wouldn't you know it -- those self-righteous pacifist vegetarian hippies are invariably rude and potty-mouthed, and they have no idea of how to throw a pre-snuff dinner party