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I think I am re-turning French. it's in my blood. if I had a holodeck, I'd make it 19th century northern france, on the coast, maybe brittany, and I'd have people over for a fire, calvados, and stew. and we'd all probably have terrible skin and consumption, but I'd play us something somber on the violin, and we'd reminisce our youth and the warm summer months, recalling fishing with papa. if I make a turkey loaf, will people come and eat it with me? what I really want is rabbit pot pie, because everyone's eating rabbit in movies and on TV.

watch out stu - just kidding.