The title was going to be "No no no no, no no el bistec," but it was too lengthy… and arcane.

I visited RIT last weekend. Oh, yes, funny story. After a sleepless night with an incredibly inconsiderate roommate who spent the entire night texting her friends (rapid-fire, nonstop) all the way into the wee hours (I couldn't sleep on account of the loud clacking of the keys), I stumbled out of bed, went to the dining hall for breakfast, and bit into this innocuous-looking biscuit. Well, I did think the texture was unusual, but it took me several minutes and three mouthfuls before I realized that THERE WERE TINY PIECES OF MEAT IN THE FUCKING BISCUIT!!!!

The next few minutes saw a mortified vegetarian spitting out masticated bits of biscuit and frantically cleansing her tongue with a napkin.

In other news, I finally figured out who Summer Glau is (many thanks to late night talk shows).