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Corn Dog is “Cuisine”

American cuisine, specifically. But, I can’t remember ever seeing a corn dog-selling establishment proclaim itself a preparer of “American Cuisine.” It seems that in the restaurant business the word “cuisine” is usually reserved for more exotic fare like Thai, Peruvian, Greek, Persian, or Indian, as if, at some point, the owners of such restaurants misinterpreted “cuisine” to mean “fine food” unstead of just “style of cooking,” which is the proper definition. Correctly speaking, a particular cuisine doesn’t have to be fancy, as noted in the corn dog example. Nevertheless, the term “cuisine” has popped up below restaurant names across America, usually written in the fanciest script available. “Bangkok Thai Cuisine,” “Razavi – Persian Cuisine,” and “Punjab – Fine Indian Cuisine,” for example. Well, I can see how it looks better than writing, “Razavi – Iranian Food,” though it’s really the same thing.

“Thai Cuisine” is the most common; I can’t recall ever seeing a restaurant proclaim “Bangkok – Thai Food.” (And seriously, if the place is named “Bangkok,” what are the chances they serve fajitas?) If they are trying to sound ultra hoity-toity, then they write, “Cuisine of Thailand” or even “Cuisine of Siam.” Worse, “Siamese Cuisine” makes me wonder if they serve spicy house cats. Oh, well excuse me for thinking they just served chicken satay. Jeez.

Curiously, Mexican restaurants have failed to exploit this “cuisine” silliness, at least for the places serving the basic stuff like enchiladas, chiles rellenos, and carne asada (all of the above include Spanish rice and your choice of pinto or refried beans). I’ve never seen a “Maria’s Mexican Cuisine” or a “Pancho Villa – Cuisine of Mexico.” Apparently, Mexicans just eat “food.” Sad, really. (In fairness, some of the fanciest “high-end” cooking in the world is taking place in Mexico and Mexican restaurants. But that’s another story.)

Well, my camera is ready. If I ever see a sign that says, “Bangkok – Thai Food,” you’ll see it here first.

“Battlefield Earth” continues to appall

“‘The only time I saw the movie was at the premiere, which was one too many times,’ Shapiro wrote.”

Yes, the film’s own screenwriter says all you really need to know about this Scientology-based film starring (somehow “starring” doesn’t feel like the proper term to use here) John Travolta, who if he wasn’t a Scientologist would surely have trashed the proposal to act in the movie. Nor would J.D. Shapiro, the screenwriter, have become involved had he not been led to the cult’s LA-based Celebrity Center on the rumour that it was “a great place to meet women.”

Want. Need. Buy Me One. ……..Please.

Wacom Intuos3 USB 12″ x 12″ Graphics Tablet

or even…………

Penpower Tooya Pro USB Graphics Tablet

File under: Stuff a geeky girl has just gotta have!

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Doctor, my pussy is on fire!

Doctors and nurses are so insufferably clinical, don’t you think?

Sure, I know it’s with good reason that they have their own vocabulary; a high level of accuracy is, after all, required of good science. But I find it annoying that we, as patients, so often adopt the same terminology used by medical professionals when discussing our various pains and emissions, as if the doctor or nurse wouldn’t understand if we said, for example, “My pussy itches and is burning like crazy.” I mean, is it any clearer when we use the word “vagina”? Obviously, it is not, but we say “vagina” to avoid sounding poorly educated and immature. We want our doctor to think we have achieved some level of medical edification and we want him or her to know we are serious about our complaints, instead of thinking that we’re dumb, infantile whiners, even if dumb and infantile and whiny we are.

I actually have a list of words that you should consider trying on your next trip to the doctor’s office. Here’s a sample:

• Penis = Cock
• Stool = Shit
• Anus = Asshole (keep it in context to avoid getting punched by your doctor)
• Sexual Intercourse = Fucking
• Vomit = Barf

…and so on.

So, I think it’s nearly always just for show when in the presence of a lab coat or scrubs we suddenly start speaking like seasoned clinicians. So annoying to think I should conform to that. But, perhaps I’ll trash that tradition the next time I have a medical problem. I’ll speak to my doctor like I’m speaking to anyone. When she asks how I’ve been and why I’m there, I’ll respond with something like, “Well, I can hardly breathe from all the snot in my nose, and my titties are due for their yearly x-ray. Oh and, do you need some pee pee?” Maybe then my doctor will take some extra time to explain, in simple terms, what’s wrong with me and what I should do to get better. Or else she’ll look at me like I’m a four-year-old and reach for the rectal thermometer. o_o