I asked on Facebook today what on earth (or not) I ought to blog about today, since it is my day to blog.
Suggestions were limited but interesting, from the new "Earth-like" planet which is surprisingly close and if only it were on the far side of the sun might be compared to Antichthon to Vulcan-types who only want sex every seventh year ... which might try the patience of a human lover... to sexual frustration in general, particularly for a vampire mated with an exoskeletal type.
I think that I will talk about food instead.
Please watch this and apply your warped and twisted writerly minds.
I wondered if there were a literary genre called gastropunk. As far as I can tell, there isn't, but someone has coined the name so.... I am not sure what a science-fiction/speculative fiction niche would be called that focused on food-related conspiracy theories, or food-related mutations.
Or, indeed, on the rise of a Vegan class of latter day superhumans, at least as smart and sexy as our great, great, utterly great grandparents, who rebelled against the behemoths of modern day food stamp fare; mandatory, state-regulated school food fare; coupon-subsidize fare; work cafeteria fare; Genetically Modified fare.... etc etc and grew their own fresh, organic produce on the large and grassy lots of their local churches, encouraged by a young, unpopular (he has to be unpopular for plot reasons, otherwise his parking lots would be full and there would be no room for gardens and no need to feed his sheep to lure them to evening services) and rather hip minister (or pastor) and some die-hard elders.
Anyway, please watch Jamie Oliver's shocking and entertaining speech, spread the word, and steam some real, fresh vegetables for dinner once a week. Or more often.
Monday Morning Musings
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