Fried chicken or Fried Pig? Which would you prefer?
Prefer not to think about deep-fried mars bars in batter- but I do think they melt with the heat of the frying, but inside the crispy batter jacket. I do like fried chicken and roast pork, and would find it hard to choose between them for deliciousness.
(Peter Kaye asks- "If God did not mean us to eat animals, why did He make them out of meat?")
Deliciousness, or the idea of it, does depend on what you have been brought up to eat. I think if you grow up eating a fairly restricted diet you might never be adventurous enough to expand your food preferences.
Prefererences, do you see their on your computer?
Computer problems can be so annoying. But the pros far outweigh the cons.
cons on the majority to genetic engineering in Europe.
Europe is our destination. Well we're in it already, sort of, but we're going further in.
In Europe, one will find the most majestic places. No wonder so many people wish to move away from England's dreary motorways.
Motorways are not well build in most of the countries, but apart from Italy.
Italy is the birthplace of modern culture. And, also, of maniacal drivers
Drivers, you say? Not only them, but macho bike riders too; I saw a pair of them squaring up to each other in Florence.
Florence Henderson is a TV star, she was a TV mom for many years. Do you remember the Brady Bunch?
bunch of grapes are good for the health.
Health of former President Clinton has been in the news today. Next week he is going to have quadruple cardiac bypass surgery.
Surgery can already also controlled by robots.
Robots might be able to hold surgical instruments, but I think Bill Clinton would probably rather have the operation done by a real, living, breathing, cardiac surgeon.
Surgeon, he called for the robot if he need support at his work.
<I want to hear about the maniacal drivers in Florence squaring up... I am an italy anecdote maven, speaking of maniacal. I know this sounds... odd, but it is a rich interest.>
Work, irk, I am done with it for today, except for one possible phone call at home with some data. I didn't know til now about Clinton, oh, I am sorry to hear this; it jangles, as a very important person to me had an emergency bypass on this last Monday morning.
Morning, about this there is a phrase: The early bird catches the worm.
I wish I was a little worm
the one the early bird is after.
When he'd stick out his silly beak
to give my (oval) tail a tweak,
I'd wrap myself about his feet
and trip him up with laughter.
(I can't remember if it was oval or little, both equally bad choices).
I wrote that at about twelve, a little late, I know, but as some kind of assignment. My dad had written another that was in the Saturday Evening Post in 1926,
not sure I remember it precisely, this minute.....
I wish a was a little bird
way up in a big tree.
When a little boy came by
and looked up at me with glee,
I'd break my naughty (little) self
and sprinkle him with me.
