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A fabulous new issue of EMG-Zine is up. And I am unqualified to operate a calendar and told everyone that work for October and the EMG Giftshop was due on Tuesday, fully confident that Tuesday was the first. Lo, it is the first today (Monday), but I'm giving everyone through tomorrow to get work in anyway.

Happy birthday, Mandy!

Happy Labor Day!

I got up this morning and went for a five mile hike with the husband and Norway before breakfast. It was gorgeous - most of the bugs have died, and the leaves are about 3/4 gold. I should have brought the camera; we surprised a large flock of spruce grouse. Norway thought it was the most fun ever to run at them full speed and send them up in their whirring, clumsy flight.

Breakfast was leftover mooseloaf, fried up in a pan with potatoes and some eggs. Mmm.

I think that some labor may be in order now - I have a lot to get caught up on, still.

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Via ysabetwordsmith:

Describe an absolutely abhorrent-sounding fictional delicacy, from an equally fictional and bizarre foreign or regional cuisine.

The snow-unicorn's milk is more akin to camel milk than cow, with a higher percentage of dispersed fat. It has an extremely strong, sour flavor, even fresh. On special occasions, this milk is served half-fermented into something like a lumpy yogurt, with chunks of a skunky, odoriferous, greenish cheese. A tasteless, dried green seaweed is often sprinkled on top, presumably to add palatable texture (though it is generally agreed by the culturists that it fails at that purpose). It is served at room temperature or warmer, and has a soupy, unappealingly lumpy consistency.

The nauseating smell of the concoction is frequently likened to the smell of gangrenous feet.