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Better Than The Twinkie Defence


Meiwes, who said in court he had fantasised since puberty about consuming a man to fill the void caused by the sudden departure of his father, had been in touch with hundreds of people on the Internet, where he posted ads seeking fit men for “slaughter” … The fateful meeting came in March 2001 in Meiwes’s house after Meiwes responded to Bernd-Juergen B.’s Internet ad seeking someone to bite off his penis and kill him. With no trace of embarrassment, Meiwes told the court how the killing had begun with him trying unsuccessfully to bite off the victim’s penis, then cutting it off with a knife. They both tried to eat it raw, and then fried it, trying again unsuccessfully to eat it. Meiwes then waited for hours until the victim, weakened by loss of blood from his wound, fell unconscious shortly after calling out that he needed to urinate. He then laid him out on his butcher’s bench and cut him in pieces. He ate 20 kg (44 lb) of the body over the following months, defrosting pieces portion by portion. He kept the skull in the freezer and buried other body parts in his garden.

Vive La Mold

I have discovered nirvana in a cheese… Saint-Agur. A few days ago, after sniffing maybe a dozen cheeses in Rainbow, the local lesbian wholefoods co-op, I settled on this creamy blue mold cheese. Later when I ate some of it I thought I must be mistaken – that maybe I was hungry and no cheese could possibly taste this good. So I decided to give it a few days and try again. My faith was rewarded: this is indeed an exceptionally fine cheese that is creamy, blue moldy, and altogether refreshing. I’ve tried it raw, on unleavened bread, and on pizza and it’s all good. Now I just have to find a good potato recipe and I am set! Saint Agur is from the Auvergne region of central France, which sounds delightfully similar to Averoigne, the sorceress-infested, vampire-ridden medieval French backdrop for many Clark Ashton Smith stories!