oct 16 in idea barrages

An instance of cannibalism in Turkey would be great for a “Donner kebab” joke.

When one publicly admits to fetish wear, are they “coming out of the corset”?

I’d certainly eat at a barbecue joint called Slatherhouse-Five, I dunno about you.

An Italian/French/Halloween fusion restaurant called “Crepeypasta”.

Statistically, the best name for a pet raven is “Corvid Birdsen”.

My favourite song in “Melvin and The Mustard Factory” is, of course, “I’ve Got A Guldens Ticket”.

I wonder how much of the overreaction to fictional characters exploring their sexuality comes from a broken copyright system. Corporations own folk culture in perpetuity now, get to make all the decisions about it, leading to weird reactionary spasms when it changes a little. Back when culture was in the commons, fluidity was assumed, no one owned folk myth to declare canon. Maybe if we collectively possessed Superman, as we should have for decades, they wouldn’t flip out so much about myth’s fluid evolution, we’d all have our own stories. Maybe.

A bar or brothel named The Unconvent.