This is some visceral nightmare fuel right here. Not the “being chased by wolves” type of nightmare. More the “Showing up for the exam and you forgot to study and everyone is staring at you and then you look down and realize you are naked” type of nightmare. Everyday anxieties taken to their horrible extremes.
Ah, the naked in class dream, a somewhat frequent feature of my childhood anxieties. Thanks for reminding me. At least in my dreams, I was worried about a test, not evading the deathblows of a restauranteur.
I was thinking more of the scenario where the bill just keeps getting higher and higher, and then you are informed that it will NEVER, EVER END. If it actually came to blows, that would take it back into “chased by wolves” territory.
I wrote a short story about that. Set during Xmas time with the wolfin and a man in-the-know, but retired from it. How humans have changed since their re-discovery in 1978. (Read Whitley Streiber’s “Wolfin” to understand it.)
I call it “It was a Dark & Snowy Night” since it takes place at night during a snow thunderstorm. The first draft anyway. I could enlarge it starting near the end and doing a flash back
Still, you would be amazed at the sense of accomplishment you get from washing stacks upon stacks upon stacks of dishes, and scouring countless pots and pans. It’s for the good.
I speak from the wrong side of the pond, but it’s my understanding that “pudding” is a generic term for “dessert”, not the semi-gelatinous concoction we have over here. So sweetmeats and a dessert wine.
Yes, and if you actually did make “wine” using pudding (in either the British or American sense) it would basically be “Pruno”. (An illicit prison beverage fermented from whatever sugary ingredients can be scrounged together)
Growl!
Keep it comin’!
Will Sir be paying with cash, credit or kidney?
The bathtub full of ice is complimentary!
This is some visceral nightmare fuel right here. Not the “being chased by wolves” type of nightmare. More the “Showing up for the exam and you forgot to study and everyone is staring at you and then you look down and realize you are naked” type of nightmare. Everyday anxieties taken to their horrible extremes.
Isn’t that nice!
Ah, the naked in class dream, a somewhat frequent feature of my childhood anxieties. Thanks for reminding me. At least in my dreams, I was worried about a test, not evading the deathblows of a restauranteur.
I was thinking more of the scenario where the bill just keeps getting higher and higher, and then you are informed that it will NEVER, EVER END. If it actually came to blows, that would take it back into “chased by wolves” territory.
I wrote a short story about that. Set during Xmas time with the wolfin and a man in-the-know, but retired from it. How humans have changed since their re-discovery in 1978. (Read Whitley Streiber’s “Wolfin” to understand it.)
I call it “It was a Dark & Snowy Night” since it takes place at night during a snow thunderstorm. The first draft anyway. I could enlarge it starting near the end and doing a flash back
Oh God! >D I have a feeling this means if Ryan can’t pay with money, than Dorado will have him pay with his life!
Still, you would be amazed at the sense of accomplishment you get from washing stacks upon stacks upon stacks of dishes, and scouring countless pots and pans. It’s for the good.
“Sonna a formato! Sonna a formato!” You can thank everyone for “sonna a formato”…! (sigh) This gives me so much joy.
May the good Lord grant that I never consent to “sonna a formato”, except in case of emergency.
Inventive candle in first frame – nice!
At least Ryan faces certain danger knowing, by Shelley’s standards, he is doing so in a proper restaurant.
Pudding wine? What kind of wine do you make from pudding? And what kind of pudding do you make wine from? Hopefully not Yorkshire pudding.
I speak from the wrong side of the pond, but it’s my understanding that “pudding” is a generic term for “dessert”, not the semi-gelatinous concoction we have over here. So sweetmeats and a dessert wine.
Also, sweetmeats are not made of meat. Well, most aren’t anyway.
Yes, and if you actually did make “wine” using pudding (in either the British or American sense) it would basically be “Pruno”. (An illicit prison beverage fermented from whatever sugary ingredients can be scrounged together)
Just imagine red wine jello shots.
Then throw away that image, because that’s disgusting and not what pudding wine is at all.
It’s muscatel — very sweet. Dessert wine. Pudding = afters = dessert.
I think pudding wine would follow on from dinner ale, n’est pas?