“There is no music more intense, dorky, and anguished than that born of the eternal struggle not to touch one’s own genitals or the genitals of others outside the union of holy heterosexual wedlock.”
(10:33:03 PM) Eric: there’s always a party around me.
(10:33:13 PM) Laura: like, a lan party?
My mother gave me a cookbook called “The Best 30-Minute Recipe” a while ago in an attempt to get me to learn how to cook. I was just flipping through it when I noticed this entry in the table of contents:
* While The Pasta Cooks
* Pasta with Greens
* Spaghetti with Spinach, Bacon, and Toasted Bread Crumbs
* Spaghetti with Greens, White Beans, Bacon, and Toasted Bread Crumbs
Let’s be honest: bacon does make vegetables taste better. Meat haters are missing out.
(That said, I <3 vegetables.)
I discovered these at the Boston Public Gardens earlier this year. I am amazed that such a living creature exists.

Photo Credit: “Purple Ball Flowers” by Cheddarcheez licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.0 Generic.

Yup, I’ll get right on emailing you about you not being able to serve me advertisements.
I just want to give a public shout out to Brookfield Properties for being cool with us geeks bringing our foldable bikes into One New York Plaza.
The midtown offices would probably have none of that
Next wish: provide centralized bike parking. Or at least non-rotating doors that actually open.