It Was Wednesday. Obviously A Very Bad Day For Blogs.
Our kitchen smells like meat. This is a distinct and welcomed step up from days ago, when it smelled like burnt popcorn. Yes, I burned popcorn. You can add that to the growing list of reasons I probably shouldn't be let near the kitchen or any sort of appliance/power tool. But hey, it makes for interesting conversation. Who else can regale your friends with stories of oven-baking kettles, exploding milkshakes and flashfried microwave popcorn?
In other news, for anyone who has not yet been illuminated by the brilliant Edward Gorey (who gave us
The Gashlycrumb Tinies, the most morbid ABC's book you'll never read to your kids), you should start googling right away. Or better yet, seek the nearest bookstore and purchase his books.
For the rest of you, I give you a Gorey fan's brilliant fanart. It was all brought on by an actual article from the Boston Globe:
And so alas, there were no Tribbles for Gorey. So this LJer helps us take a look at what "The Trouble With Tribbles" would look like if Gorey had written it. (You can find her LJ entry here:
http://shaenon.livejournal.com/48834.html?style=mine#cutid1)
Labels: Edward Gorey, the popcorn it burns, tribbles
posted by Phillip at 9:34 PM
