
All hail the Bluths!
(The Strokes – Juice Box)
So I’ve been toying with the idea of changing my name. After so many years of being teased as the kid with the girl’s name, I’ve had enough. Ok, I’m actually not that serious about changing my name but if I was, it would have to be something grand like Magnus or Maximus (Max for short). Or it could be something obscure and unique like Yevgeny. Or how about something hip and new-age like iShake or eJones.
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My sister just came back from the great north for the holidays. She spends most of the year up north teaching science, math and English to the natives. She told me that she recently had a chance to eat some moose meat and some Canada geese meat. I told her she should’ve went for the Canadian animals trifecta and have some beaver as well. I think the oddest thing I’ve ever eaten is BBQ’s chicken feet at dim sum. It actually tasted pretty good. Which goes to show that you should never judge the feet by the wrinkly toes and sharp talons. Do chickens have talons?