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18 October 2006

PIZZAQ: What is it?

What is it?

Honor System, no Googling or asking anybody else for help.

3 slices with unecessarily fancy Euro extra cheese.
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7 comments:

James J. Olson said...

I will not answer this one, (even though I know the answer) because Bob already owes me pizza.

Wednesday, 18 October, 2006
Vleeptron Dude said...

i wasn't sure if this would be easy or hard. but what the heck -- when we get togethere, i'll buy you the pizza you won, and you can buy me a slice or two.

i love that word "glume." i learned a famous new word last month: skep. You'd recognize it in an instant if you saw it, but i just never knew what its name was.

Wednesday, 18 October, 2006
Anonymous said...

Now is that what we call Klatschmohn or Mohn in german ? Dont look ripe yet to me. Bloody hell, I am a country boy , I should know this kind of stuff (slightly embarrased: No lifelines , no 50/50, or asking the audience or looking ar Regis or Eddie McGuire for a hint this time I reckon...
btw do you have any agriculture up there in New England ? I only know about fishing and National Parks.

Wednesday, 18 October, 2006
Vleeptron Dude said...

to the extent that my Translator Bot has revealed, this is *nicht* ein image von Klatschmohn oder mohn. Keine Pizza.

New England is still full of family farmers, dairy and vegetables and fruits and berries, even some determined winemakers, and lots of maize (we call it corn).

If you run out of onions, come to my county, we grow 'em by the giant highway truckoad, also cucumbers for pickles, and the fanciest Paris restaurants only want to serve the asparagus grown just a few kilometers east from my town.

The typical farmer in my part of New England is descended from Polish immigrants who arrived here circa 1890. Still lots of polka on the radio.

The farms must be small. Every winter comes a blessing from herr lieber Gott: up from the depths of the earth, a new crop of giant boulders and rocks, which the farmer must clear out of the field in early spring before he can plant anything.

So we make the famous New England stone fences from this annual rock crop. That's what the fences are. They don't keep anything or anyone in or out. They are the tons of rocks the farmer must find something to do with. They ultimately generate beautiful photo postcards and oil landscapes.

No big annual rock crops in the USA South, so they could have huge farms -- plantations -- where the labor were slaves. People in New England kept slaves, but not for big farming, so there were relatively few slaves in New England. 100, 150, 200 years later, the Virtuous North turned against the Evil Slave South and fought the Civil War.

I am a city boy and have only come in close contact with the people who grow my food since I have moved to New England. At the county fair I get to have long talks with them, I ask them the details about their animals, they tell me.

Do you know what a Free Range Chicken is? Well -- for one thing is is $1.50 per pound more expansive than Enslaved Industrial Chicken. But the Organic Farmers explain that these Free Range chickens are allowed to fun free like African lions, right up until it is time to kill and eat them.

One of my farm neighbors has explained to me what the Negative Problem is with keeping Free Range chickens. This I never would have guessed. Small problem, but still a very annoying problem; it would certainly drive me crazy. So what is the Down Side of keeping Free Range chickens?

Wednesday, 18 October, 2006
Vleeptron Dude said...

The wolves got all the sheep probably well before 1800. Now the wolves are long gone, officially the nearest wolves are across the border in Canada, in Quebec. But there are still coyotes and domestic dogs who cannot resist lamb for a great snack.

We are trying to bring sheep farming back by introducing new types of effective sheepdogs. The Armenian Sheep Dog, who thinks he is a sheep, is one of the most successful. He lives and sleeps with and acts exactly the same as his brother and sister sheep, and is only different when something threatens his brothers and sisters: He leaps on them and rips their throats out. He is never allowed in the home and he has no relationship with the farmer and his family.

But the gossip is the wolves are slowly coming back; a few slipped across the ice of the Saint Lawrence River and are back in northern New England. A cop I know swears he caught one in his headlights at night about 35 miles north of me. Though no reports of the unique howling at night.

Wednesday, 18 October, 2006
Abbas Halai said...

/me raises his hand. i know! i know!

Thursday, 19 October, 2006
Vleeptron Dude said...

This PizzaQ has MOVED to a new Post:

http://vleeptronz.blogspot.com/2006/10/up-from-ftid-comment-sewers-flowing.html

Thursday, 19 October, 2006

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