I swear, "pluck a duck" had to be the original curse. Whoever softened it to "fuck a duck" obviously didn't realize the tenacity with which the skin grips the feathers. The latter endeavor seems trivial by comparison.

Since returning from Burning Man, I've helped in the slaughtering, butchering, and eating of 4 locally-grown birds: 2 turkeys followed by 2 ducks. Participating in the local economy, getting free-range, clean, birds and saving money too.

I thought of a way to deal with those bandwidth-hogging IP-phoners at Burning Man: pingflood the fuckers. Their connection will hopefully drop after a few seconds, at which point those of us who use more sociable forms of communication, such as email, may resume.

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