As you may have noticed, assuming you've been following my wacky exploits, I have not, in fact, updated in several days. Four to be exact, which is a personal record. This has prompted me to realize something a little bit sad.
I don't know how long I can keep posting daily, it was all good when I had nothing to do but sleep and eat mayonnaise, but now that I come home at eight pm every day, exhausted and hungry, it just seems to difficult. I try and post but I'm too tired to say anything funny or informative, and I end up giving you something lackluster. And that's not OK.
So here are your options, celebratorinos, either you can have one big post at the end of every week, wherin I regale you with my exploits, or you can have sporadic updates, and many double and tripple posts, or lastly, I can begin to celebrate weeks for a while.
Until I get some feedback I will celebrate sporadically, and you will receive a four day'er today.
Up first we got Yell "FUDGE!" at the Cobras of North America Day
So apparently Cobras hate fudge. I don't know how anyone found this out, cobras not being the most vocal of snakes, but apparently it's fact. So to celebrate today one has to find a cobra and yell at it. Well, one, that's pretty dangerous, cobras are furious creatures, and two, I live in a place devoid of cobras, so this is pretty impossible for me.
At least all the Cobras are silently pleased
Cobras and fudge, fudge and cobras. One of the worlds deadliest snakes and one of the worlds most scrumptious of deserts. One would think a day dedicated to both would be more fun, instead it's just retarded.
Happy Yell "FUDGE!" at Cobras Day
Next we got us some Chimborazo Day
Chimborazo is an inactive stratovolcano in Ecuador.
It looks like this
Rejoice!
Happy Chimborazo Day
Thirdly we got a bit of Donut Day
I like donuts a lot, there's something humbling about them. They have none of the chutzpah of the Boston Bun or the Custard tart, they are what they are, and nothing else.
Apparently donuts have quite the disputed history, their origins varying from being invented by a dissatisfied 16 year old in 1847 to having been introduced by dutch sailors when they first migrated to America. So who knows? The wonderful salty rings of dough must have come from somewhere, their design is something that many would have considered. Instead of giving our cake a handle, why don't we make the whole cake a handle! It's genius.
Once again history is not as much like a feverish avant-garde sitcom as I wish it was
Donuts occur pretty much everywhere, they can be sweet or savory, hand made or machine made, really fucking awful tasting, or just awesome. They never ask for much in return, they never want a huge amount of fame. They are what they are and what they are is donuts.
Happy Donut Day
Finally we havin a bit a Drawing Day
Here are some drawings from the walls of my toilet
Happy Drawing Day
There, quadrouple post, I'm sorry guys, I really wish I could be more frequent, it's just hard at the moment. Bear with me, celebratskiteers, we'll pull through.
JACKSON
Tomorrow is, god willing, D-Day