The usually mild-mannered, shy, and retiring PZ Myers has apparently taken offense at my recent decision to abjure pointless and destructive political blog spats. What can I do but shake my head sadly and make sure I have sufficient panko and lemon?
Update: I reconsider.
Oh that’s just mean man, mean… (as my mouth waters)
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By: Curt
on August 6, 2007
at 11:16 AM
ha ha ha
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By: Theriomorph
on August 6, 2007
at 11:33 AM
That’s cruelly delicious.
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By: evil_fizz
on August 6, 2007
at 11:41 AM
WAAGNCSDN (We Are All Giant Nuclear Crispy Squid Dinner Now!)
Looks yummy - can I have some? (Probably vain and futile attempt at wangling dinner invitation...)
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By: Fred Levitan
on August 6, 2007
at 12:05 PM
What else can you do? You can make sure your Pino Grigio is sufficiently chilled, or at least have a crisp hand-crafted lager on hand. Buon appetito!
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By: Dick Durata
on August 6, 2007
at 01:41 PM
What you really must do is share. Squid are not reluctant to gnaw on each other, and I’m not shy about eating them.
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By: pz
on August 6, 2007
at 01:48 PM
PZ beat me to it, but threatening images of squid-as-food wouldn’t faze him. Cephalodpod cannibalism will only make him hungrier.
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By: Inoculated Mind
on August 6, 2007
at 01:59 PM
you kids quiet down! before i take your blogs away from both of you!
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By: skippy
on August 6, 2007
at 06:07 PM
Huh. I think this “spat” has been contrived to increase both bloggers’ traffic. Sort of a squid pro quo.
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By: Rob G
on August 6, 2007
at 06:37 PM
Ah, that Rob G. He’s always as nautilus he wants to be.
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By: Chris Clarke
on August 6, 2007
at 07:45 PM
...and I’m not shy about eating them.
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By: JP Stormcrow
on August 6, 2007
at 10:45 PM
I remember waay back in 1998 I was a lowly ticket cashier at Sundance. I went for sushi with a co-worker one night. “Look! It’s John Cusak!” she squealed, and I turned around and caught his eye… and I had one of those calamaris sticking out of my mouth. The legs, not the head. Beautiful.
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By: magickitty
on August 7, 2007
at 02:39 PM
