(I know, I know. This is probably a sign that I ought to be sleeping more. Or that I need an MRI of my brain. Or some vitamin CS (common sense).)
But anyway, onto Beta Crits, or having your writing critically reviewed by someone else before it can be seen by special someones--agents, editors, the money-spending public. I think the funnest thing about having Beta readers is that it means, by definition, I am the Alpha reader. Makes me want to bark and howl, just a tiny bit.
Because I'm not really Alpha-ish about anything. On bad hair and zit days, I do feel Alpo-ish, though.
Nekkid Weetabix above; cooked Scrapple below. (Notice how the parsley makes the dish so much more...socially acceptable.)
What can I say about Weetabix? I have never met a Weetabix in person, but if I did, I would have this enormous urge to chuck it at someone. It would be a great food of the Apocalypse. You could eat it, use it as bricks to rebuild whole cities, or throw it at mutant zombie LOLCats.
Notice how much it resembles Scrapple (a mid-Atlantic food item consisting of filler, shunned pork bits, and more filler. I have eaten this many times. It tastes like some sort of low-brow paté mixed with already-been-chewed tortilla chips.)
So yeah, I think fried Scrapple and Weetabix might be long lost BFFs. Just my take on it.
Chicken 'n grits. I have very little to say about this last one except that it need to get into my stomach, and fast.
(Was this post random? Maybe. I did play "Let's say non sequiturs while we eat breakfast today" with my kids, so I think I kind of got infected like that.)