Puttin' My Foot Down!

As Universal Autocrat, I'm thinking some standards have gotta change 'round here, man.

I rode the bus home from downtown with the Guy after the Bourdain thingie-thing (awesome; he rocks and I'll upload the good photo I took later tomorrow) and saw this horrible fashion faux pas that I neglected to point out because I thought the guys with this chick looked like scrappers.

She got off at my stop.

She was wearing slippers. Moccasins, but no soles, and with fur lining. In June. She's not even close to being native. It's just one of those things I don't fucking get. Moccasins? C'mon! I'm not a huge proponent of homogenization or conformation, but can we wear some fucking shoes? Sandals? Something? She'd been shopping downtown, judging by her bags, and she wore moccasins.

Sigh. Whatever.

As mentioned, Bourdain kicks ass. Know how he's cool on the page? He's even cooler in person. Genuine, the Guy said, and I agree.

I asked a question, something along the lines of "Have you ever been offered an endangered species, and if you could eat one, what would it be, and how would you like it prepared?" I made him laugh. I'm proud of that. The thing about really funny people is that it tends to be hard to make them laugh. I'll take that as a feather in my cap. He mentioned this illegal baby bird (kind of thrush, or something) that he's had in a secret circle of French chefs; the bird's drowned in cognac, and eaten bones and all, under the cover of a cloth, apparently to hide the shame of eating such a beautiful and vulnerable creature. And he said something about steamed puppy heads. You can hear the show on July 8th and July 15th on CBC's North by Northwest Book Club. He rocks. Did I mention that?