That's a line from the movie Blade Runner. The replicant Leon says this to the main character Deckard, just before attempting to smash his face in.
A few days ago, I woke up with an itch I couldn't scratch. I can put a name to this particular itch, and that name is David. And no, it's not what you're thinking. Pervs.
In the past, you see, I have never liked sushi. I've been taken to sushi places in four major cities on both sides of the continent, and I've come to the considered and well-researched conclusion that sushi sucks. This conclusion has been assailed by a number of people over the yers, but subsequent experimentation has always left that conclusion intact.
I have a friend and coworker who is quite passionate about sushi, and he decided he'd be the latest to take a tilt at the windmill. So he invited me to a sushi place in Buckhead which is, he assured me, the best sushi he's yet discovered.
And a chorus of angels sang on my tastebuds.
I can even tell you, gentle reader, the exact moment it happened. It was the lava roll that did it. I felt as a person who'd spent his entire life seeing only in black and white had suddenly been granted color vision, and his first sight upon being gifted this wondrous new thing was Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night.
And so, just before New Year's, when Shelly and Brenden and Taj were in town, we all joined David once more at this same sushi place for dinner. Lo, there was much sushi, and lo, it was all consumed. Then, after this orgy for the mouth, we went to see the new cut of Blade Runner. It was, truly, a Perfect Evening.
Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch!
And now, gentle readers, that itch keeps returning. Before, when I lived in night, I never craved sushi; but now that I have sampled its wonders, the craving is upon me from time to time, without warning, and always when I have no immediate way to satisfy it.
I can only imagine that the long-suffering, tireless testament to the human spirit, Paris Hilton, must have felt something similar when her grandfather (and controller of the Hilton fortune) decided to pledge the entire vast empire to charity upon his death, cheating her of a $2.3 billion inheritance. I do not miss that $2.3 billion, for I never knew its charms, but the lamented Ms. Hilton must surely feel some of the same pain I feel now. Before I knew sushi, I could never miss it; and before she knew drunken million-dollar spending sprees, she could never miss them, either.
But my itch is, I think, easier to scratch.
A few days ago, I woke up with an itch I couldn't scratch. I can put a name to this particular itch, and that name is David. And no, it's not what you're thinking. Pervs.
In the past, you see, I have never liked sushi. I've been taken to sushi places in four major cities on both sides of the continent, and I've come to the considered and well-researched conclusion that sushi sucks. This conclusion has been assailed by a number of people over the yers, but subsequent experimentation has always left that conclusion intact.
I have a friend and coworker who is quite passionate about sushi, and he decided he'd be the latest to take a tilt at the windmill. So he invited me to a sushi place in Buckhead which is, he assured me, the best sushi he's yet discovered.
And a chorus of angels sang on my tastebuds.
I can even tell you, gentle reader, the exact moment it happened. It was the lava roll that did it. I felt as a person who'd spent his entire life seeing only in black and white had suddenly been granted color vision, and his first sight upon being gifted this wondrous new thing was Vincent van Gogh's Starry Night.
And so, just before New Year's, when Shelly and Brenden and Taj were in town, we all joined David once more at this same sushi place for dinner. Lo, there was much sushi, and lo, it was all consumed. Then, after this orgy for the mouth, we went to see the new cut of Blade Runner. It was, truly, a Perfect Evening.
Nothing is worse than having an itch you can never scratch!
And now, gentle readers, that itch keeps returning. Before, when I lived in night, I never craved sushi; but now that I have sampled its wonders, the craving is upon me from time to time, without warning, and always when I have no immediate way to satisfy it.
I can only imagine that the long-suffering, tireless testament to the human spirit, Paris Hilton, must have felt something similar when her grandfather (and controller of the Hilton fortune) decided to pledge the entire vast empire to charity upon his death, cheating her of a $2.3 billion inheritance. I do not miss that $2.3 billion, for I never knew its charms, but the lamented Ms. Hilton must surely feel some of the same pain I feel now. Before I knew sushi, I could never miss it; and before she knew drunken million-dollar spending sprees, she could never miss them, either.
But my itch is, I think, easier to scratch.
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I am glad you have discovered the joys of sushi. When it's good, it's very, very good. But when it's bad, it's horrid. ^_^ (And may have you puking for the next 24 hours.)
there's a place I took AmorSalado to last year. Let us know when you're in town again; we can go.
Describe the lava roll, plz?
Oh, sorry, you meant describe what it's made of. :) It's shrimp tempura, tuna, avocado, and cucumbers, with a mildly spicy topping.
Hats off to Conrad for keeping the old school tradition of philantopic disperal of the empire instead of funding a dillitant's indulgences
Yep. In a roundabout way, ol' Paris may have just done more for charitable causes than anyone else of her generation. And she only had to end up naked on the Internet to do it!
The sushi place that sparked my addiction is somewhere near to Portland, Oregon. I am currently living about 7,000 miles away from there, in Cork, Ireland.
This is... problematic, when the Itch strikes.
I miss living in Sydney where the introduction of automated sushi rollers has meant that what costs $6-$8 else where is $2-$3... sushi snacks on the way home from the train station were a must!
As a result my kids all eat nori by the sheet quite happily without the rice filling ;-)
BTW, I finally got around to listening to my Polyamory Weekly files from long, long ago when you were guesting; great interview!
And damn you, now my soul itches for really good sushi!
I can eat Publix sushi and be quite happy, thank you. (Publix = the local supermarket.)
In fact, I had some just last night. Spicy Tuna roll...delicious! (Or at least, *I* thought so.)
Thanks.
Thank you!
Kourtney