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Yeah I think that's it. They're not trying to appeal to [most] steadfast veggie folks (though I'm sure it still appeals to some).

Sorry about your bird, Dandolin.

As for the fake meat issue, some people turn to vegetarianism because they think it is healthier or more moral rather than because they dislike meat. The fake meat can satisfy their cravings. Veggie burgers helped me in the 1990s when I was trying to minimize the amount of mammalian meat I ate.

Very true. I never even turned to being veggie because I disliked meat. I love the taste of meat it's just that now I've developed (after stopping eating it) a moral distaste for it, I find the dread that I've accidentally eaten meat whenever I have fake meat that's "too good" is just not worth the taste

coldbrightsunlight wrote:

Very true. I never even turned to being veggie because I disliked meat. I love the taste of meat it's just that now I've developed (after stopping eating it) a moral distaste for it, I find the dread that I've accidentally eaten meat whenever I have fake meat that's "too good" is just not worth the taste

There's fake meat that is too good?

Well, I would give the fake stuff a go again, but these days I'm more concerned about the estrogen levels in food, because it's related to weight gain and weight retention. So for the time being, grass fed beef will remain on the menu, and because I'm a monster.

that sounds like a truly awful experience, Dando. i'm doubly sorry it was so hard for Poppy.

coldbrightsunlight wrote:

Very true. I never even turned to being veggie because I disliked meat. I love the taste of meat it's just that now I've developed (after stopping eating it) a moral distaste for it, I find the dread that I've accidentally eaten meat whenever I have fake meat that's "too good" is just not worth the taste

my moral distaste is closing in on my omnivorousness. i just don't feel ready to revamp my lifestyle to such an extent. i've been blissfully ignoring anything other than taste and convenience for most of my life, and i don't really want to think about food that much.

I can understand that dubkitty. I found it quite tough actually sitting down and thinking about what my moral position IS (and I doubt it'll remain constant through my life) and putting that much thought into food can be a lot of work and isn't always easy.

Lurker13 wrote:

coldbrightsunlight wrote:

Very true. I never even turned to being veggie because I disliked meat. I love the taste of meat it's just that now I've developed (after stopping eating it) a moral distaste for it, I find the dread that I've accidentally eaten meat whenever I have fake meat that's "too good" is just not worth the taste

There's fake meat that is too good?

I mean too good from the perspective of a person who hasn't eaten meat for 5 years and is creeped out by the idea of eating it my bar is probably different to your bar.

Allergies are fucking brutal this spring and my usual generic zyrtec isn't cutting it. I may have to invest in a Neti pot like a damn dirty hippie.

watch out to change the water constantly. I've read stories of people who died from contracting brain-eating amoebas from poorly-maintained neti pots. i know that sounds like a bad low-budget horror movie, but i'm deadly serious. Google it.

For sure, I'd only do it with jugs of distilled water. I live too close to where people got the brain eating amoeba from tap water.

That's cray.
I never thought about it before, but that's not a very cool way to go, via neti pot.

it would make for an interesting obituary, though.

well, things have been happening at a rate that seems to be approaching quantum speeds, or maybe neutrinos. per above, my relationship with Becky just wasn't working for me, so with great sadness and regret i ended it. i've now met a woman online with whom i've connected via text, photo, and phone to an astonishing degree. she lives 4 hours away in West Virginia and her immune-suppressed daughter who lives with her has to wait an additional period after her vaccinations, so we won't be able to meet till the end of April. which is the only thing in this post related to the thread title. as we said via text last night, "this is big." "yeah, as big as it gets." she's 70 (i'm 63), was born in Germany, and does animal rescue for Chihuahuas and other orphaned dogs on her rural property. i don't think she was ever a hippie, but unlike Becky (who had never even seen an episode of Mythbusters) she knows about everything i reference and gets me; she particularly enjoyed my vision of an over-hambergered Trump exploding like Mr. Creosote on Monty Python's Flying Circus. she's also funny as hell, very sweet, and a wee bit naughty. i'd be arrested for posting the pictures i've sent her on request. i could not be more chuffed about this development...i had a couple of lucky near-misses with women who wouldn't have worked out, one of whom would have been absolutely disastrous.

i've also apparently made it through the transition off Cymbalta and onto Welbutrin, it went much better than before, largely because i wasn't getting into arguments with Becky driven by irritation and the heightened energy level and verbosity associated with Welbutrin. i feel happier, clearer-headed, and more functional than at any time since i was a teenager, seriously. i acknowledge the distinct possibility that i may be diving into a black hole in my personal/romantic life, but nothing i've ever done has felt so right. further updates will be moved to the "Happiness" thread unless pertinent here. woop woop.

i've been thinking that if things work out with us i'll move there (which we haven't discussed but i can tell she'll be fine with) and either take early retirement on Social Security or work remotely from her place with occasional drives to Charlottesville when face-to-face meetings are necessary. she has some of the physical and mobility issues one would expect of someone her age, but this might not be a problem. in the last year i've been feeling distinctly older and less physically capable than even a year ago. i'm thinking it may be time to let go of Young Bob with his mountain bike, multiple smoking habits, and 400-mile concert road trips and settle into a life appropriate for my age and condition. i'll still play and go to shows, but i'm not sure i'll ever get back to the 25 concerts per year i averaged in 2018 and 2019. and anyway, she's more abled than my last partner.

don't get the impression all this is done and dusted. both of us worry that when we finally meet there will be no spark, but we both find it unlikely. yesterday we texted for eight hours straight, through half of my work day, dinner, and well into the evening. i think i may have hit a home run this time, after a lifetime of little pop flies to the 2d baseman. my shit must be weird...i'm using baseball metaphors.

I had to put my dog down yesterday. 8 wonderful years with the little guy and he was a spunky, little, turd of a dog and I loved him so so much. He got me through some good times and hard times - such a bummer.

I took a week of a work beginning next month and I hope to spread his ash out to sea.