Visual is to visually, as audible is to….?
And, the gall bladder. Poor guy.
In continuing efforts to paint myself as a sugar-crazed maniac, I submit that sometimes, one needs to eat cookie butter for breakfast.
I suspect that this choice will haunt me later in the day.
Here is a dramatic (re? future?) enactment of the consequences:
Today I found an incarnation of chocolate so perfect, its name is also an alliteration*.
The Mississippi Mud Pie:
It is not much to look at.
But for the open minded, please visit Petsi Pies for a similarly hyperbolic gustatory experience.
And a customary musical offering:
Gotta Work by Billy Bragg & Wilco
And/or listen on Rdio
*more edible alliterations: chocolate chip cookies, banana bread, cooked cabbage, pumpkin pie, broiled broccoli, olive oil …
Often on these lazy Saturday mornings (when I can’t sleep in past 7), I find myself wondering: How can I make SOLAR FREAKING ROADWAYS happen?
…It would be such nice. Here’s to more tron and less dead meese.
Grumpy Cat spotting near Alewife.
Also, Beautiful photos from Pre-Soviet Russia captured by combining separate red, blue and green exposures.
Now it is rainbow robin.