
And it’s made using wind turbines. Eat that, Mike. (But don’t let the rest of your family eat one.)

And it’s made using wind turbines. Eat that, Mike. (But don’t let the rest of your family eat one.)
Thanks, Mike, for the picture.

I was going to protest SOPA by putting a black bar on my post.
Don’t you feel the full force of a simulated censored Internet now?
My students put Google’s protest into words really well without realizing it:
“Man! Some moron drew a dirty picture with Google Doodle and now it got Google blocked.”
It’s not too effective when every day is SOPA Day.
One thing SOPA PIPA has going for it: it sounds like a really tasty treat I used to order at Pancho’s. The trick was to put honey on the inside of the SOPA PIPA. Pancho’s was great because every time you raised the tiny flag, you got more SOPA PIPAS.
Slade, here’s another Desert Yeti for you:

Tonight was funny on the writing front. I was one word short of my writing target for the night. I could either fall short or agonize over the next section. I chose the latter. Spooky scene, though. Sheol will do that to you.

You, reader, should sell these things to inform people about unit conversions.


My wife’s friend, Bling (her nickname, not mine), is a frame of reference for how big the Super Fish Burrito is that I ate for lunch today. It was smaller than my foot, though.
Also, more trees have been spray-painted.

All I ate for lunch today was some Greek all-natural yogurt and some string cheese. That’s a delightful meal; it’s just so different from what I normally have and is nowhere near filling. Getting teachers ready and running meetings took up my time today. I had to scrounge in the office. (It’s very much like Final Fantasy. Walk into someone else’s dwelling, rummage, and come up with Rations, a Tent, and Phoenix Down.)
The yogurt was good, as in “won’t kill me” and “won’t kill my taste buds”. The package was simple, unlike other yogurt brands that taunt me.

Yeah, I don’t think they’re marketing to me (considering all pronouns are “her” and “she”).
Mmmmmmm…Hershey’s…….
Here’s the recipe for no-bake cookies. (A preschooler was able to make them, so no pressure or anything.)
1 cup honey
1.5 cups creamy peanut butter (or crunchy if you’re sick in the head)
2.5 cups dry powdered milk
3 cups quick cooking oatmeal
1 tablespoon wheat germ
Mix all together. Form into whatever shape you want. Put the spheres (or duodecagons or whatever) on a wax-lined baking sheet and then into the freezer until solid. Remove them from the freezer and store in a large Ziploc bag.

I was going to write about the connections between Javert and Galatians 6:1, but my wife slipped me a bacon cupcake at a party tonight. Now all I can think about is the pancake batter/meaty meat meat congealing in my innards.


Thanks for the gift card!


I came in to find my office had been opened by someone else and donuts were sitting on my table. I would investigate who did it or if anything’s missing, but I’m a little distracted right now.

If you haven’t done CouponSense before, I highly recommend it.

But do you comprehend this culinary equivalent to the Star Child’s monolith?
This has been the funniest set of quiz results. Normally, there’s a clear winner. The votes broke down like this:
Eat it in small portions spread out over a few days. 33%
Gorge yourself in one sitting while watching Batman. 33%
The cake is a lie. 33%
I guess a lot of people want to rebel against the mechanical overlords of the Aperture Research Facility. Or, more realistically, they felt that the cake was indeed a lie because it resides in the gloaming between solid and liquid that only ice cream cakes can.
Another VERY interesting data point: every single person who recommended a gorging did NOT sign their name in the quiz. The majority of people who urged for temperance signed their names. I think that, in itself, could demand more study.
But what shall I do with the cake? I shall eat small portions repeatedly. Whether it takes more than one day, well…come what may.
Jeremy just gave me this:

and I have a culinary dilemma.
What should I do? (Facebook stalkers can find the quiz by clicking here.)


A different connotation of ‘sloshed’


This is my daughter’s plate, right? Your overconfidence is your weakness. You’ll find I’m full of surprises.