Anyway! Went to Singapore, ate gratuitous amounts of food, and caught up with my mother and assorted other family members. Because I forgot to upload Singapore pictures, however, this post will not be about the food consumed in Singapore.
Instead, here are pictures from Goosey's favourite restaurant in the world. Before you get any misleading ideas about how fabulous this restaurant probably is to deserve such a lofty title, you should know that the only reason it is his favourite restaurant is that it is: a) all you can eat, and b) an all you can eat MEAT BUFFET. Which means you have many chunks of meat, on skewers, presented to you at your table (so you don't even have to walk, which makes it BETTER than a regular buffet, at which one is regrettably forced to keep getting in and out of one's seat in order to get more food).
I can't remember how many different types of meat I had because I am unable to say no to most foods and so just said yes to all the skewers of meat offered to me and thus completely lost track of what I was eating, but curiously enough given that the place was practically an abbattoir, I remember that their garlic bread was particularly good. Or maybe my stomach just couldn't differentiate between chicken and beef and lamb anymore and became unusually grateful when it met up with some carbs.
This rampant carnivosity reminds me of that line in Watchmen (yes I apologize, I cannot stop talking about this darned film, mostly because it left me intrigued and dissatisfied as to its overall message. Did it INTENTIONALLY blur the lines of morality to the point of complete obscurity or was there a message that was lost in translation from comic to film? Was it condemning or condoning violence as a means to an end? What the hell IS it saying about humanity and which character was the closest thing to an everyman protagonist and once you pin down which character it was you then open up a whole new can of wormy questions about what the film says about mankind, because pretty much every character was royally and sociopathically messed up and devoid of compassion. It's like the whole movie went round and round arguing with itself and beating itself up--and oh, the violence and gore and how it was juxtaposed with all the hippie counterculture music that was the soundtrack, cue more brain confusion--and I'm left dizzy and wanting to watch it again), where the Nite Owl tells Rorschach, "No, no, Ozymandias" (who, by the way, for the smartest man in the world funnily seemed to have overlooked the fact that the poem that was partially transcribed onto the base of the Egyptian statue in his lair in the Antarctic, "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings, look on my my works, ye mighty, and despair!", is an ode to hubris and the impermanence of glory. Which means that, duh, you are asking for trouble if you have it engraved on a symbol of power in your evil hideout) "isn't a bad guy, he's a vegetarian!" And Rorschach is like, well, Hitler was a vegetarian.
That aside actually has nothing whatsoever to do with the pictures I posted. I just wanted to talk about Watchmen, which, despite my very long and bracketed rant, I am very much intrigued by. In fact most of the time, if I like something, I will be intrigued by it and want to argue about it or with it endlessly (other examples of this: feminism and my boyfriend, respectively). If I have no bone to pick with it, I probably do not like it. Curiously contrarian perhaps, but you have been forewarned.
Now I have gotten the Watchmen off my chest and can resume my day. As you may resume your activities also.
