ok, i’ve been negligent.
i was away for the weekend. now i’m back.
hello.
but, alas, i have nothing to say.
except that i just had waffles and vegan sausage and it/they was/were excellent.
they should prescribe waffles to people suffering from depression.
waffles and puppies.
how could anyone depressed while eating waffles and playing with puppies?
just imagine: a plate of waffles and maple syrup and a little box with jack russel puppies leaping around?
sort of a shortcut to bliss and nirvana and enlightenment and party-time.
my neighbor was just playing ‘its not unusual’ on the piano.
or it sounded like ‘its not unusual’. now i’m not sure.
isn’t tom jones a kbe now?
knight of british empire?
does he have to go slay dragons and rescue damsels?
say, the dragons of squareness and the damsels of the front row?
tom jones must’ve had so much fun from, say, 1962-2006.
so we’ve covered some good ground today:
waffles
jack russel puppies
tom jones
dragons
etc.
seriously, go have some waffles, you’ll be happy(er).
i want to eat them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and snacks.
now i know what’s next:
‘dear mr hall,
thank you for your interest in waffles.
please consider including waffle themed music on your upcoming compact disc.
sincerely,
john t. williams, director of communications for the waffle advisory board.’
-moby