It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
The peanut-butter balls. Behold that which is too sacred to speak of.
2 comments:
Anonymous
said...
interresting that most of the pictures you take and a lot of your topics are of food...... are you always hungry when you write your blog?
No other peanut-butter balls are worthy of the "Santa and Friends" sacred tin can, you have chosen your tin can wisely... have you have chosen poorly you would have aged and died instantaniously like the man who chose the grail poorly in Indiana Jones.
2 comments:
interresting that most of the pictures you take and a lot of your topics are of food...... are you always hungry when you write your blog?
No other peanut-butter balls are worthy of the "Santa and Friends" sacred tin can, you have chosen your tin can wisely... have you have chosen poorly you would have aged and died instantaniously like the man who chose the grail poorly in Indiana Jones.
Gai
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