Well, i'm up too damned late by half . . . so, rather than stare at the clock face as 1:59 becomes 3:00 a.m., i thought i'd start a relaxed and gentle conversation, which will nonetheless treat of profound metaphysics.
Walter wrote the word Braunschweiger in a thread today. I do my shopping of a Saturday night or a Sunday morning, and chose Saturday night this week, as i have it on reliable authority that some establishment thief will rob me of an hour overnight. I bought two pounds of braunschweiger, which was on sale (two for four bucks, and i like the brand). I blame Walter--after all, Walter is easy-going and friendly, and so does not get blamed for much (at least around here, i cannot speak intelligently to the issue of life with Frau Walter).
Which sets me to thinking of food . . .
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes . . . and ships . . . and sealing-wax. . .
Of cabbages . . . and kings . . .
And why the sea is boiling hot . . .
And whether pigs have wings."
Wouldn't a nice plate oysters Rockyerfeller be nice about now? How do you like yours?
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed . . .
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
Please avail yourselves of this thread to put down those profound, philosophical musings which occur to you, as you fumble for your coffee cup this morning, and ask yourself: "What the hell is he on about now?"