Daryl’s Flock Blog

From a late-night IRC conversation with a Flock staffer and a Flock community member. It’s sort of a running joke that, a Southerner, I partake of all the bad habits and am characterized by all the provincialisms generally associated with the South.

daryl: (sorry, it’s late here and I’m working on a blog post entitled “My complex relationship with meat,” so it’s fitting that I should be in a weird mindframe
yosh: mmmmmmmeat
daryl: yosh, I’m occasionally eating meat again
daryl: we ran out of vegetables in Tennessee
daryl: except for tobacco, that is, and it tastes really bad
yosh: well, TN really didn’t have that many
yosh: daryl: tobacco can be good with the right sauce
daryl: like a durian sauce?
yosh: durian-natto sauce
daryl: heh
daryl: actually, I’m mainly eating meat b/c my newly pregnant wife craves it and I’m tired of cooking two meals a night
yosh: heh
[redacted]: daryl: you actually eat tabacco?
daryl: [redacted], it’s a staple in Tennessee
daryl: that and buggering cows
daryl: (no, I don’t eat tobacco)
daryl: (though I am married to my sister, who is also my grandmother and my third cousin six times removed; and my father)
yosh: daryl is his own grandpa
daryl: and grandma
daryl: I’m also my own sandwich
daryl: (my other grandpa having mated with a tobacco plant, that is)
[redacted]: daryl: good (you don’t eat tobacco)
daryl: opium, now that’s a different story