“‘No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,’ he began, ‘especially a naughty little girl.’”
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Fortune Favors The Bold
Nov 09
Tonight: Food that looks like people.
The Internet exists so that I can keep up with silly culture issues that I don’t have the time to be involved in personally. So, who’s going to tell me what happened on Mad Men last night? Email me, brianvan at gmail.
We are drinking our Polcari’s Coffee for breakfast, straight from the coffee grinder/brewer machine. There aren’t words for how good it is; the taste of the coffee has completely outshined what was a perfectly good batch of homemade french toast with syrup. For the first time in a while, coffee has NOT made me ready to face the day; it has made me want to take a trip to wherever it comes from, and roll in it for the rest of my life.
So, um, hello Monday!
Google Wave
I have 8 invites to give out.
people are going to start trading invites for sexual favors on craigslist soon. i can just see it now.
WANT. Will you take 3 Tumblarity as payment?
Overheard on 38th and 8th:
“…My kids aren’t going to read Vanity Fair…”
Nov 08
Sure, blame shitty tackling on the salary cap. File under “Stretch Arguments Gone Horribly Wrong.”
Not appendicitis or anything bad. Either food poisoning or the stomach flu. Now I get to lay on the couch with soup.
And Maddie, of course. Get well soon! -BV & Carolyn.
Ahh, Boston. You never quit.
