In that case you are not paying for the alleged deliciousness of the eggs so much as you are paying for the alleged happiness of the chickens.
Those chickens are fed on only the finest scrabs and grubs.
1: As for me I would pay any amount to make my chicken happy.
The chickens were actually kept in pens. But get this! They moved the pens around.
Oh, I get it, the free-range chicken eggs cost more.
1: Maybe. There's a no-kill place for eggs near where I am right now in OH. Freak heirloom chickens, in fact, who have blue and green and brown eggs. They're $3/doz. The groovy heirloom egg guy at the Union Sq. Market, whose stuff is maybe free range, but not no-kill, charges $9/doz. I think it is a Bay Area/NYC thing.
That Midwest Teen Sex Show is totally hilarious.
Does the Complete! Fucking! Pogo! include previously censored pornographic strips?
6: I wasn't aware you had to kill the chickens to get the eggs.
This outfit was prepared to sell customers chickens for soup—$10 apiece—suggesting that death does enter the picture at some point.
Does the Complete! Fucking! Pogo! include previously censored pornographic strips?
Miss Mam'selle Hepzibah does a striptease.
9: I think the killing usually happens when they stop laying and thus lose a lot of their value--I'm pretty sure this also happens with milk cows.
Isn't Graphamaximo also publishing the complete Peanuts, Dick Tracy and Flash Gordon, or is that somebody else?
9: Well, assuming you are not being disingenuous, there are lots of vegetarians who won't eat eggs not just because of battery cages, etc., but because even those free-range chickens end up being killed for meat.
And what do the no-kill places do with the chickens when they stop laying? Give them a gold watch and send them to Florida? A freeing-up of ranges is nothing but better payment for the slave, and does not conquer either for the chicken or the cock their moral status and dignity.
14: This place keeps their chickens to run around the fields and shit. Their worth doesn't end when they stop laying. Now when they stop running around, no clue. Mr oudemia would know, but he is teaching right now. I don't eat eggs because they used to give me hives when I was a kid. No hives anymore, but they still squick me at a sort of ur level.
A freeing-up of ranges is nothing but better payment for the slave....
Easy on the clutch there, Maverick, you're grinding metal.
Their worth doesn't end when they stop laying
See, they've just found a new way to exploit them, and continue to look on them in terms of extrinsic worth. Those must be some alienated chickens.
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Not that I don't actually think that the conditions in which the animals we (for some values of "we") use for food shouldn't be vastly improved over what they are currently, you know, just to be clear.
16: you may want to look for the bolded phrase here.
Eh, they run around, are fed, kept warm, go in and out as they please. They aren't making Nikes. I was just answering your question on your terms.
Labor Day! It's Labor Day! Pools are open! Do all your shopping at Wal-Mart!
OMG! The MTSS episode #8 has an homage to the best scene from The ABC of Sex Education for Trainables!
I remember listening to that best/worst song ever on an episode of This American Life, called "Numbers." They also produced the favorite/least favorite paintings by poll. Agreed, the worst song ever is genius, particularly the opera singer rapping cowboy music.
The best song wasn't very good, though. I'm very easily seduced by affable cheese, and that was terrible. I don't think that's strongest way about the joke. Any "sneer at the squares" routine that doesn't make a listener like me feel implicated is pretty lame.
I recall reading a step-by-step instruction on how to record a chart-topping song. I think it was by the Manic Street Preachers, but memory and google fail me. It was very serious and cynical, and suggested that there was a small bit of hard work and expense, but that the formula could be mastered with very little creativity.
Ah-ha! The KLF. I knew it was British; adding "top of the pops" got me there.
the Most Unwanted Song is amazingly great
Fewer than 200 individuals of the world's total population will enjoy this
Paging w-lfs-n!
Actually, though, I love the most unwanted song too. But I actually do like country, rap, and opera in their pure form. Even better all together!
And I love Christmas music too! It's like the Most Unwanted song was made just for me!
affable cheese
In case I ever find myself in need of a new handle, I'm calling dibs on this now.
And you know it works, too, because the KLF followed their own guide.
$10 a chicken? Outrageous! Overall that's probably still cheaper than Ogged's breasts.
I don't think $10 for a decent-sized chicken is outrageous, to be honest. And that's way cheaper than ogged's fowl tits.
<Lovitz> Outrageously cheap for a hen supreme. </Lovitz>
cheaper than Ogged's breasts
Most things are.
i just realized Yoko Ono looks a bit like my mother
it's in eyes i think
for you opera lovers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qunMgCD-ww
I want a track that is just the holiday parts of the Unwanted Song spliced together.
Oh Ben. You have given me a Christmas anti-miracle.
Poor Snark, I played the holiday version twice in a row and now am sitting here bellowing "VETERAN'S DAY!" and the like at irregular intervals.
Whoa, Midwest Teen Sex Show is great. Speaking of which, would it be creepy for me to date a (totally legal!) high-school senior?
She's probably not 18 and a half yet, though I'm not sure. The other 18-year-old (remember her?) definitely wasn't, and I don't recall anyone complaining.
Teo: do you live below the Mason-Dixon Line?
If yes, then creepy because she's too old
If no, then creepy because. Just because.
Teo: do you live below the Mason-Dixon Line?
Yes, but it doesn't have much meaning out here.
If you're going to be conscientious and not round up or down, you may also have permission to measure your own age in days rather than merely years if it helps.
Er, measure both ages in days, that is.
Wait, maybe I'm not okay even then. I'm too drunk to do the calculations right now.
18ish has the logistical problem that you can't go out to a drinking establishment. Even if you're not a huge fan of drinking, that rules out an awful lot of options.
I agree with Nathan. Just buy a case of beer and drink with her at home.
18ish has the logistical problem that you can't go out to a drinking establishment. Even if you're not a huge fan of drinking, that rules out an awful lot of options.
Yes, this is an issue, but Ned has a quite useful solution.
Okay, how about an 18-year-old college freshman?
would it be creepy
Creepily awesome.
*Somewhat* better, is what Ben means.
Neither would be creepy, teo. These people have too much invested in your non-dating.
This post title would have been better if it had been, "Last night I visited Metafilter again."
Teo: you can go to prom!
Now that would be creepily awesome.
re: the KLFs book.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Manual
I used to have an original copy of that [bought in 88 or 89]. I lent it to someone and never got it back.
The real joy in the book is their hyperbolic [and very very funny] deconstruction of various Stock, Aitken and Waterman hits by Kylie and Rick Astley.
Their method, btw, essentially involves finding someone who isn't a great singer to front your band, going to the club which plays the hottest imported black American music, finding out the most popular 12" played there and ripping off the beat. Combine with a big dumb chorus. Get some studio programmer to do the work. Print money.
There was a number 1 hit by a band called Edelweiss, in the UK, in the late 80s. They claimed to have followed the KLF method.
This year's Mercury Prize winning group, The Klaxons, apparently also claim to have been influenced by it.
Teo: you can go to prom!
I know someone who took a twenty-four year old fireman to prom. The fireman complained about not getting any at the end of the night, too.
The fireman complained about not getting any at the end of the night, too.
Well, sure. If you have to suffer through another prom it's quite understandable that you'd want something out of it.
70: that book is f'in' amazing. Totally blew my mind when I read it.