Quiet Night

So last week, I went with some of the other professors and a couple students to get some soup, but not just any soup...Dog soup...yeah, I did it. Not just the meat though, the skin and the liver too (*audible gasp!). I'll pause for a moment to let that all sink in.

If you want to know the truth, I was never really that grossed out by the concept of eating dog meat. People used to eat dogs all the time, and people keep cows as pets, so those arguments never really phased me. It's not like you're bringing in your family dog for them to butcher in the back room. It was actually delicious. The meat had the texture of roast beef, but the taste of lamb, and the soup was full of flavor, although I'm guessing that in a pinch, you could easily substitute any other meat and it would still be just as good. As the natives say, it's "Good for health!" and also "Good for men *wink *wink," although the jury is still out on both of those allegations. I would have recommended it, until I found out how they killed the dogs. Turns out they actually beat the dogs to death; supposedly the adrenaline makes the meat more tender. After hearing that, I decided to become a vegetarian...and then I came to my senses, and just decided not to eat dog meat anymore. (editor's note: I re-read that last sentence, how weird is that to say?) Seriously though, Peta really dropped the ball on this one. I actually feel pretty bad about it now. I don't really know why but animals getting hurt has always killed me. I remember when I was a kid I saw What's Eating Gilbert Grape, and I started crying at the part in the beginning when he's smashing grasshoppers in the mailbox and couldn't watch anymore. And as afraid of them as I am, I don't even like killing spiders, if you want to know the truth.

I was supposed to go to another professors birthday party tonight, but I didn't. In the first place, I never really wanted to go. I had only met the guy once, and that was more or less in passing. I'm sure he's a nice guy, and he's my co-worker, sorta, but does that mean I have to go to his party? I had originally planned on going, but then I was in my office with some time to kill, so I put on a movie - Good Will Hunting (never seen it before, but always wanted to, it was good. While I'm talking about movies, I saw Up In the Air recently too, and even though it was sorta depressing, still really good), then decided I was for sure not going to go, got pissed that I wasted a Friday night, and then went home and put on a Jawbreaker CD and started writing this. I feel a little bad about bailing, but mostly because other people tell me I should. I know there's something to be said about paying respects, and doing things because you should, but...not tonight.

I had a lot more written for this post. Some funny anecdotes, tales of love, loss, and heartache, thoughtful observations, and a bit about how I'm feeling very old because, among other things, I get motion sick in taxis. But I didn't like any of it, and wanted to get this out, so maybe you'll see it another day, but maybe not.

"Do you like apples? 'CAUSE I GOT HER NUMBER!"

Now Listening To:
"Jet Black"
Jawbreaker