Tag Archives: lobster

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Things I like today… chapter 2.

July 8, 2019 Rivergirl 24 Comments

A Maine woman is experimenting with weed to dull a lobster’s pain as he’s plunged into that boiling pot of water.

There are worse ways to die than high.

The article in case you want to read it:

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I like.

A local homemade R2D2 warning drivers to slow down.

And this one reads in his spare time. Who knew?

I like.

Rhododendron season.

For a burst of pure color it’s hard to beat.

I like.

The bees like…

It’s all good.

And finally…

The dollar bill I received in change….

Complete with instructions on how not to spend it.

I like.

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A fashion question.

October 2, 2018 Rivergirl 27 Comments

I was flipping through New York magazine the other day…

And being from Maine, one particular photograph struck me.

It was of a Dolce and Gabbana evening gown.

And it got me wondering.

Exactly to what kind of high society event does one wear a giant lobster claw?

I could see her snatching a champagne flute off a waiter’s tray with it, sure.

And maybe crushing some Harvey Weinstein like idiot’s roving hand.

But still.

It seems a trifle cumbersome for a night on the town.

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Yes, this is really happening.

September 21, 2018 Rivergirl 24 Comments

Not much makes me do a double take these days. In case you haven’t noticed?

People be crazy.

But this local story was worth a second look.

Giving new meaning to the term baked lobster.

Yes, there is a woman in Maine who owns a restaurant.

Yes, she serves lobster.

And yes, she has decided to get them high before cooking them to alleviate their pain.

Indeed.

You can now request your lobster to be sedated with pot before he goes in the…. well,

Pot.

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I’m told the cooked lobster tastes better after the smoking, but then again…. doesn’t everything?

So in closing, may I just say….

#1. It’s official, I’ve now seen everything.

And #2. Speaking from the vast experience of an extremely misspent youth, there is no amount of weed, no matter how potent… that will lessen the effect of being thrown into a vat of boiling water.

(And if you can prove me wrong on that one, please PM me immediately.)

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Crustacea gigantum.

September 5, 2018 Rivergirl 11 Comments

They’re going to need a bigger pot.

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And a lot more butter.

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You can’t make this stuff up…..

August 30, 2018 Rivergirl 26 Comments

Yes, this is really happening.

Animal rights organization PETA said Wednesday it had asked the Maine Department of Transportation (DOT) for permission to build a “roadside memorial” along Route 1 near the site of an Aug. 22 crash in Brunswick involving a truck carrying live lobster.

PETA says the 5-foot tombstone memorial would urge passersby to “Try Vegan.”

On Aug. 22, a Cozy Harbor Seafood Inc. truck transporting an estimated 7,000 lobsters packaged in 60-70 crates rolled over along Route 1 in Brunswick, sending many of the live crustaceans into the road and ditch. Police said hydroplaning likely caused the crash.

(Click the link to view the carnage)

All lobsters were removed from the scene and many were deemed no longer sellable.

“Countless sensitive crustaceans experienced an agonizing death when this truck rolled over and their bodies came crashing down onto the highway,” said PETA Executive VP Tracy Reiman. “PETA hopes to pay tribute to these individuals who didn’t want to die with a memorial urging people to help prevent future lobster suffering.”

Ummm….

Does PETA realize where those lobsters were headed?

News flash –

It wasn’t Club Med.

The five foot tall tombstone memorial proposal was shot down and denied by the Maine DOT this afternoon.

You can’t make this stuff up.

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Now they’re just screwing with me.

August 25, 2018 Rivergirl 27 Comments

I live in Maine, land of the lobster I can no longer eat.

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It’s a cruel twist of fate which came about 7 years ago. I’d eaten that glorious, butter dripping crustacean all my life and loved every scrumptious bite…. until my traitorous body woke up one day and said no more.

No more lobster chowder, no more lobster rolls, no more lobster pie…. hell they hadn’t even invented lobster mac and cheese yet so I missed that too, damn it! (I’ll spare you the details of what happens if I eat it now, just think Linda Blair in the Exorcist and leave it at that.)

It’s not easy being lobster allergic in Maine, the damned things are everywhere.

On our license plates…

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At every biker rally we attend…

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See?

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That’s me… ~~cursing everyone for eating lobster when I can’t~~ …. not sitting at the table.

Hell, we even have a festival devoted to the creature.

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They crown a queen who leads the parade with King Neptune.

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Everyone eats lobster.

Except me.

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(I can’t attend anymore. The husband says drool isn’t my best feature)

Yes, we take our lobster seriously up here and I’ve ~~railed against fate, banged my head against the wall, invented new swear words~~ learned to live without it.

So why?

Why does that damned bottom dwelling bug continue to screw with me?

Yesterday… this showed up in our local grocery stores.