Once again, comedy moviedom rears its ugly head and demands cheese. And I, for one, will heed that call, and give you a movie made entirely of cheese and vegetables.

Wallace And Gromit: The Curse Of The Were-Rabbit

( I just reviewed a claymation movie two weeks ago. How odd... Is the claypocalypse upon us? )

I really do feel badly about the fact that some thirty Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies were so overwhelmed with despair and worldly sorrow that they felt the need to commit mass suicide by leaping into my all-consuming maw. I did not want to be proxy to their fate, yet I had no choice but to chew and swallow in self-defence, lest their incredibly ( Read more... )

With one nineteen-day workweek concluded last Friday, I had the opportunity to enjoy the weekend as a weekend as opposed to an extension of my working hours, which is less fun.

( How The Work Week Ended )

The Chocolate Fairy apparently visited our office recently and left a basket full of mini-Toblerones behind.

A basket. Full. Toblerone.

*chomp* Make that, mostly full.

Right. So much for getting rid of my fat tummy today.

Today's breakfast of eggs, eggs, and more eggs is brought to me by the letters S and O and by the number 2. If you get this joke, you're an even bigger geek than I am.

"We are the ultimate omnivore. Our ability to eat anything on the planet has helped secure our position as the dominant species here. Hell, we could meet some aliens, and if they're tasty, they're fucked." - fizrep

(on Maple Syrup Urine Disease)
jay: i smell pancakes, wait, no, it's THE REAPER
jay: O, THE COLD HAND OF DEATH

shmivejournal, 4 March 2004

God bless you, shmivejournal. People like you make this great nation what it is today.

So this weekend, the Hive had its traditional Mardi Gras party. "Traditional" might not be the most appropriate word, since our first Mardi Gras party was last year, but since we're displaying foresight and anticipating future similarly-themed parties, we can predict the onset of tradition. We're clever like that.

( Friday: Foreshadowings of Ominous Portent )

My housemates are the best people on earth.

A few days ago they acquired a sandwich toaster. Egads, thinks I, another kitchen appliance to terrorize me! Yes, indeed, my talents in the kitchen are well-known to all (and, in case you for some reason don't know, click here to learn.) But this device is different. You make a sandwich, which I can ( Read more... )

Not going to work on a snowy day is such a great feeling. It should happen more often. I'm all for four-day work weeks ( Read more... )