And I think it looks awesome. Thanks, baby!

Testing it again!

Here’s the icon I made for you: Baaaaaaaaaby Bowie. Now you HAVE to get a Gravatar.

I may have to do the Gravatar thing. (I don’t see myself ever getting around to doing it, though.) I don’t think the silhouettes are so bad. I was just curious.

The user icon comes from gravator.com, which allows you to upload a photo that’s then linked from your e-mail address. So in order to have your icon show up, you’d have to input your e-mail address here every time. Which I guess isn’t a big deal if Firefox remembers it. I enabled the plug-in for it just to see how it would look, and I kind of like that I can differentiate my comments from everyone else’s, but it looks stupid to have everyone else’s blank. I was thinking of uploading a blank white square as the default icon for users who don’t have a Gravatar so it just looks like nothing; what do you think?

Completely unrelated: Do I have to be a WordPress user of some sort in order to have a user icon? It’s so sad to see the empty silhouette by my (and everyone else’s) comments.

Was your dad willing to do the crushing and the slurping? Because it’s one thing to eat fish parts that have no eyes or fins or mouths attached to them, but I can’t imagine having to kill the thing myself.

It’s really much easier to try fish when Kamran’s the one paying for it. I figure that if he’s spending the money and doesn’t really care if I totally hate my dish, I might as well eat what he wants me to.

It wasn’t rubbery, I swear. Maybe if Kamran gets me to eat enough seafood, I’ll turn the tables and force a bunch of it on you when you get here.

For a while at my work, there was a baby bottle in the refrigerator, and we were SO CLOSE to collecting donations for a food challenge in which someone had to drink it, but then one of the guys stepped up and said that it was cow’s milk that he’d just brought for his coffee in a baby bottle for convenience.

Breast milk just totally doesn’t freak me out, though, as long as it’s from a cleanly woman. And breast milk CHEESE? What could be more natural?

Your kids are so clever! That almost makes me not hate them. Was it any good?

My father has lived all over the world, and therefore has some pretty amazing story. His all-time best seafood story was from when he lived in Seoul. The company that brought him to Seoul took him out to a huge welcome dinner at a really fancy, rich-person restaurant in the snazzy part of downtown Seoul. The first dish that was brought to the table was a gigantic platter of raw baby octopus. My father was both horrified and disgusted, but not wanting to be rude to his hosts, he followed suit, grabbed one with his chop sticks, brought it to his mouth…where it promptly splayed its tentacles across his face and sucked on as tight as its poor little baby octopus tentacles could. The poor little guy was fighting for his life, because ALL THE BABY OCTOPUS ON THAT PLATTER WERE STILL ALIVE. Everyone at the table laughed at my father the stupid American and explained that he had to crush the brains when he picked up the octopus and slurp it down while its little baby neurons were still firing.

Did I say it was his best seafood story? Tricked you! I actually meant it was the most awful seafood story I’ve ever heard. They might be from Seoul, but I just refuse to believe that people who will let a highly intelligent (not to mention endangered) animal slowly suffocate on a cold platter before partially crushing its skull and then eating it HAVE a soul.

You wouldn’t even have gotten me to try the clam chowder, and I would have ordered the chicken for sure.