Adventures in Food: Naked Superfood

In today’s episode of Adventures in Food, we find a curious drink with a charming name: Naked. That’s got to be a ball for the marketing department. Two balls, very likely. The ads just write themselves. “Who doesn’t want to get Naked?”

Naked comes in a variety of flavors, each of which has a different mix of vitamins. As the label sums it up, “Blue Machine(R) All natural Superfood 100% juice smoothie with added vitamins & fiber.” That’s quite a mixed message. Apparently, the drink is all natural except for the added chemicals, and 100% juice if you don’t count the parts that aren’t juice. I suppose those parts are the reason they name this “all natural” drink, “Machine”.

Marguerite and the Lesbian

I’ve posted about Marguerite before , if you’re just visiting. You might want to see where we’ve been before you see where we’re going. A little background might’nt hurt.

Today’s story starts out with a dark and stormy evening. Well, it wasn’t stormy, as such, although…

It all started when the fire truck pulled up.

Oblivion: the bugs that bite you

“The Elder Scrolls,” these games are called. Games, plural. The previous one was Morrowind. Before that, Daggerfall.

The games are not released every year, and you may not go back that far. You will find bits of the history of Morrowind and Daggerfall in Oblivion, though, even if you don’t recognize them. Some bits are jokes, rumors, or myths. Some bits are inherent in the game: design theory, design flaws, and outright bugs.

Wednesday. WEDNESDAY!!!

…Puggsley?

Mittwoch, the as Germans have it. “Midweek.” Such a practical term. Direct. Of course, it does not give its proper due to Odin, the All-Father. Wotan. Wotan’s Day. WEDNESDAY.

Fine fellow, Odin. Chief of the Norse gods, he plucked out an eye in trade for wisdom. That’s gotta hurt. He was associated with ravens. Curious, how birds are associated with wisdom.

Love and lust

Antic, today. Doomed and buried, tomorrow, no doubt. I have my ups and downs. Well…

We talks of love and lust. Children and old maidens, as usual, are invited elsewhere… although, if the words have meaning to you, I don’t suppose I’m telling you anything you didn’t already know. Clarifying, perhaps, maybe. We won’t be crude, but we may offend your beliefs.

Shit happens.

Full Metal Alchemist

“Humankind cannot gain anything
without first giving something in return.
To obtain, something of equal value must be lost.
That is alchemy’s first law of equivalent exchange.
In those days, we really believed that to be the world’s one and only truth.”

This is not your average Bugs Bunny cartoon. Indeed, it has depths and widths, although it’s also very silly.

Oblivion: the ultimate characters

What is the best for me may not be the best for you but, I can tell you some small stories of success.

Porcupine, my orc warrior, had a fetish for enchantments that would hurt anyone who tried to hurt him. “Reflect damage” and “reflect spell”. That, with his native magic resistance and talent for blunt weapons, made him a nasty fellow to cross. He could bat an ogre across the room without taking a scratch.

Bacchus and the Maenads

That would be a great name for a band, wouldn’t it? “Bacchus and the Maenads.” I suppose, if you wanted something a bit shorter, you might cut it to “Harvest Gods.” That still has some kick. “MAY-nads”, by the way.

There are a lot of stories about Bacchus, or Dionysus. The old boy was not so much one person as an accretion of myths. Religions do that. The gods of the Greeks and Romans tended to suck up any local gods into themselves. Christianity has that same deophagic tendency.

Bacchus was a fun god to party with, know that. He loved his wine, songs, and wild women. Oh, and his women were very wild. Feral, even. They loved their wine, also, and were apt to be taken in drunken blood frenzies.

Oblivion how many hours?

Well, my current major character is a mage, with some 170 hours under his belt. That’s real-time, genuine hours… and it’s not my first mage, or my last.

The psych boys are rallying to get “game addiction” classified as a mental disorder. Hmm. Ok, I enjoy it a lot but, a form of insanity? Heh. It must be nice to be able to invent your own diseases to treat, and so handy that you don’t need to show evidence of a bacteria or virus. Have y’all thought about taking up politics? I can’t wait ’til you go after stamp collectors, the vermin!

Let’s skip the shenanigans and take up with the virtual world, shall we?

HAIR

“Show it, flow it–
long as God can grow it
my hair.”

It was a daring play at the time, and a daring movie at the time, and… y’know… I’m not all that sure that our culture has gotten entirely less repressed and repressive since then. The following text is not suitable for small children or goats. Please exit now if you are readily offended or generally squeamish.