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Thursday, August 30, 2012

A giant pizza wheel is stalking me. Your argument is noncupatory invalid

I have nothing in principle against the concept of the new Riddled project, i.e. a live-action remake of Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend. I do not judge, on account of reluctance to wear silly wigs.
However, when tigris tells me that purposes of plot development required the replacement of welsh rarebit with pizza, I am not entirely convinced. A cynic might wonder whether the prospect of product-placement $$$ swayed the decision.

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  1. The wars over, he turned toward cookery, planning to devote his
    failing years to the perfection of the welsh rarebit, a dish he loved. One night he was chafing at The Bit, a tavern in Portsmouth, when he overheard a chance remark from a
    brawny gunner's mate in his cups.


    S.J. Perelman

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  2. I was perturbed by the presence of the purple pepperoni.
    ~

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  3. I do not want to taste the pizza that needs a cutter that big. Quality over quantity, people.

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  4. BTW, I have always wanted to try Welsh Rarebit. I may have to make some soon.

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  5. H.Rumbold, I am re-reading "Eastward Ha!'. The man had style.

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  6. Perelman fans. For some reason the parental units had two copies of Crazy Like a Fox, which we read & reread. Need more of him on the Internits.

    BTW, I have always wanted to try Welsh Rarebit. I may have to make some soon.
    Did you get to the SOS yet?

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  7. One night he was chafing at The Bit

    I didn't realise that the "champing -> chafing" malapropism goes back so far.

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  8. Our intrepid hero would do well to run from the weaponized cutter perpendicularly.

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  9. Oh. I've always said "font," and now I feel chastened.

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