Mostly whimsy and drivel of no consequence. And CHEESE.
The following is one of the tidbits from the “Fact of the Day” service. These nuggets of erudition arrive on my mobile phone each evening at 7:00 p.m. MST. I pay two cents every day for this privilege. Hold onto your seats:
An elementary rule of mushroom collecting is
never to place edible and poisonous specimens together.
Just so you know, in order to compensate for the vast, dire heap of twaddle that is my so-called existence, I have fancy pens on my desk (e.g. bejeweled, marabou-bedecked, some impaling wee furry animals – those are obscene in a cute kind of way – several furry AND bendable AND unusually long, one that talks…).
I have several of these, in fact.
And these.
OOOOOOH! I don’t have this…
But I don’t want this. It makes me sad.
I had cheese today. But it was still a wretched day. Sometimes cheese just isn’t enough.
No cheese today; I am empty inside.*
*Except for the food.
“The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”