Tew's Day

Administration
And lo, upon this day, thirty-six years ago, the seven seals were broken, and robyn_ma was unleashed upon the world! And I say unto you: ph34r.

*ahem*

Also, hello to new readers pixelmonster, sartorias, and zenren!

Medical
Blech. Woozy. The Ambien served to knock me out, but I woke up even earlier than usual! Here's hoping for some rest today. Otherwise... well. Bleary and brainfoggy.

Daily Science
Largest Map of Universe Yet Bolsters Theories about Dark Energy

Daily BPAL
It's Limited Edition Day, children!

( La Fee Verte, Tell-Tale Heart, Snow White, Dia de los Muertos )

Wow, I am just way too exhausted to be awake and trying to function. Will have to re-try those later/tomorrow. Brain fried. Back to bed.

John Byrne thinks you're an asshole.

Adam points out the controversy about Alan Moore's Lost Girls. Apparently, if you bought Lost Girls, John Byrne thinks you're an asshole.

Well.

This led Adam to the following: It should be noted that John Byrne also thinks you're an asshole if you: Breathe on him, read any Peter David comics, wear white after Labor Day, have ever touched an issue of Spawn, put mayonnaise on your hamburger, feed the ducks, rock down to Electric Avenue without taking it higher, drink Pepsi, or taunt Happy Fun Ball.

But there's more. Of course there's more.

Please complete the following sentence, dear readers. John Byrne thinks you're an asshole if...



(Please reserve Chris Claremont stories for another post, unless they have to do with John Byrne.)

(In other news, I am getting productive writing done, because Capri is in the shower. Yes, seriously, that's why. Gives Julia and Halloran a chance to get to know each other.)

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There is a rice pudding at Floataway Cafe that is the best rice pudding in the world. The rice is cooked to perfection; the spices permeate it beautifully. This is the sort of dessert that one savors.

There is a bread pudding at another local restaurant that is the best bread pudding ever. It is so rich, with cinnamon and brown sugar and bourbon and the sweetness of cooked raisins.

One day, these puddings met. And they fell in love. And they had fabulous epic pudding-sex. It was the stuff legend is made of. And in their puddingy lovemaking, they dissolved into each other, their puddingy essence evaporating, leaving only pure elemental liquid.

And Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab gathered this liquid and put it in a bottle and labeled that bottle "Drink Me", and that is what I am wearing right now.

*curtseys*