Also, this post is better when read in the voice of Thurston Howell III.
This post is better when added by the dollop to Bloody Marys.
The clams themselves, being filter feeders, may be what cleared the water up. See zebra mussels.
I was trying to think of something less depressing than politics, and clams was it.
Environmental devestation is less depressing than politics? Sicko.
But I can't spell, so don't take me seriously.
LB is clam_dip on Late Night Shots you?
Wait until the Long Island Sound runs red with blood!
Wait until the Long Island Sound runs red with bloody mary mix!
But this is small scale environmental recovery! From clamless murk to clamfilled crystalline waters! The difference is really impressive -- it was just algae, but when I was a kid it was always sort of surprising to come out of the water clean, because the water itself was so brown.
Fine. I'll just sulk over my martini.
Clam martini?
Actually I bet that'd be delicious, in its way.
It's actually kind of hard to ruin a martini, if you like martinis. And if you don't put all that weird fruity stuff in them.
I dunno about the gin. Vodka and clam broth would be very tasty.
Now I want a martini. If I were a real WASP, I'd have hard liquor in my office.
Dirty filter-feeding martini?
A friend from Canada once related being forced to go on field trips to lakes killed by acid rain. All the kids were impressed by how the polluted water left the lake much prettier, since it had killed everything in it.
16: Advantage, telecommuting!
16: For a long time I had a bottle of whiskey in a desk drawer. Never actually drank any until I brought it home, but it did give the office that Mickey Spillane feel.
20: couldn't you have achieved the same effect by closing the blinds and not dusting for thirty years?
Slower. And I would have had to (A) had a glass panel installed in the door; (B) had my name lettered on it in gold, and; (C) waited untill the letters wore partially off. Just giving some drawer space to a bottle of Bushmills was much easier.
22: Someday, I will achieve A-C. Optimally while working at a high-tech startup or research lab or someplace equally inappropriate.
If you can work on your ventriloquism skills at the same time, so when people walk into your office you can do the voiceover, you're golden.
I'll just pay Lorenzo Music to hide behind my desk.
And just think - all that brown muck? In the clams! Pollutalicious!
On the 20 note, my last office had Beer Fridays, but I don't drink beer, so I always had an in-use bottle of bourbon in my desk. When the boss was in town, the bottle opened between 4 and 5. When he was out of town, it was closer to noon.
Shellfish are your one-stop pollution shop. Buy a lobster, get the PCBs free!
I figure that anything with a total body weight of about an ounce can't have accumulated all that much of anything unpleasant.
(I have to admit I wouldn't eat these clams raw. But I'm not huge on raw shellfish anyway.)
Raw cherrystones are one of my favorite things in the world. Pollution is in the mind, anyhow.
20: My wife got started on good Scotch because the partner she was working for kept a bottle or two in the office and would bring it out along in the evening. Now there's a fairly direct correlation between how busy/stressful work is and how often the Macallan bottle has to be replaced.
Are you going to share the clams, or are you being shellfish?
anything with a total body weight of about an ounce can't have accumulated all that much of anything unpleasant
Just how much do you think a few million hepatitis organisms weigh?
34: yup. you're worst bets are either top of the food chain (e.g. salmon) or bottom of the ocean/scavengers. Even without considering red tide.
34: Once I've boiled them, they're just extra protein.
FTR, I play culinary roulette all the time; I like me an oyster, dammit.
I'm somewhat embarrassed that I need a couple of drinks to warm up to oysters. Cold sober, the "Hmm. This is an ashtray filled with something that looks like mucus," reaction hits. But midway through an evening, they're very tasty.
In fairness to the oysters, they're tasty earlier. You're just not ready yet.
In fairness to the oysters, I think they'd prefer I stayed sober, and you stayed away entirely. The interests of the oysters really aren't being considered here.
In fairness to the oysters, they're tasty earlier. You're just not ready yet.
Does this concept also apply to beer goggles?
The mucus really mellows the sooty notes.
40/41: They're best straight off the rocks.
OT, did you guys see that Reid is going to force an actual, physical filibuster over the ltest Iraq amendment? Tomorrow night - don't miss all the action!
Actually, his press release contains one of the best phrases I've heard from an elected Dem in years - "The Republicans are more interested in protecting the President than they are in protecting the troops."
I call it "Cigarettes Phlegmbé".
Also: how could we possibly have missed this story, especially with the oh-so-perfect denouement?
45: Dude! I could give him a big wet kiss.
I want those fuckers reading recipes into the record. I want the South Carolina phonebook through the letter S.
The word "troops" is dead to me. Troppus the spoort.
In fairness to the oysters
They want to be eaten. On the veldt, this was the only way for them to reproduce.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
In fairness to the oysters
They want to be eaten. On the veldt, this was the only way for them to reproduce.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
50 was the walrus, 51 the carpenter.
I'd be interested to know whether she of the carp hatred feels the same way about bottom feeding shellfish?
She'd tell us if she weren't so busy trying to be punny.
Trying, ha! If I weren't so busy being successfully punny.
If I weren't, I'd let you know that I'm very fond of clams, in fact. I've never had to deal with huge rotting clams while hungover.
55 -- And you'd hate the clams if you did? Sometimes, dear Heebie, the fault lies not in our Cyprinidae, but in ourselves.
Out of curiosity, which town is it in? That's where my in-laws live. (Of course, being year-round residents, they hate the "summer people".)
Oh so now I'm supposed to be all more-self-actualized-than-thou?? Well excuse me, but the carp started it.
Mattituck; our street is mostly summer people.
55: Eh, at least the clams come up easily.
I missed the drunkenness thread over the weekend, but it was a major shock when I started law school and suddenly started having hangovers instead of just getting sick before going to bed and then waking up feeling fine. And the all-time worst pre-hangover meal was stew. Partially-digested celery, carrot, and potato chunks are not meant to return to daylight, particularly through one's nose.
Oh dear me, Dave, I hadn't eaten the carp. I had a summer job which entailed getting the dead, rotting carp out of the retention pond, from time to time.
And if you see an ultralight flying overhead in Mattituck, in all likelihood it's my brother-in-law.
Oy. This would be why you decided to stay in school?
I felt my talents were better used elsewhere, yes.
And when I think about it, what's scary is not so much the rotting carp as what else must have been in that pond to kill them off. It ain't easy.
You are, of course, familiar with the difference between carp and lawyers? (One's a scum-sucking bottom feeder; the other's just a fish.)
There were a lot of carp in the pond. I think they died from old age. This was at a trout farm.
Izaak Walton didn't get all bent out of shape over invasive species, but then, he didn't jet-ski.
I would like a Firefox plug-in that reads all web pages in the voice of Thurston Howell III. See to it, my Imaginary Internet Friends.
This thread was better before heebie clammed up.
Meanwhile, "Isaak Walton on a jetski" has to be worked into something, and I hardly care what.
I think it's best used as a simple exclamation of surprise. "Great Izaak Walton on a jetski!"
Either that, or as a direction to the Cathedral architect when discussing stained glass windows.
