I’ve been distracted lately by a charming book, Paladin’s Grace, a fantasy based in the apprenticeship system of 17th century Europe, but with multiple gods. Highly recommended, thumbs up and all that.
One of the things I’ve been distracted from is posting here. It happens, especially when you sleep 20 hours a day. The gang of miscreants over at Chaturbate with which I hang out became concerned. And naggy. They’re a very amusing lot, but naggy. Brainiac is one of the ring leaders and he’s really smart, that’s why I call him Brain. He’s building a Secret Giant Death Ray somewhere off in the wilds of Florida. He recently suggested I write about cheese. Cheese. As part of his pep talk on the wonders of queso, he urged me to try something called Cougar Gold Cheese.
I ordered some and it came yesterday; it is a big honking can of cheese. Cheese in a can. Reevaluating dear old Brain’s brain, I’m concerned I may have been overly influenced by his Secret Giant Death Ray. Surely not everyone who builds a Secret Giant Death Ray is actually a genius. Maybe he’s just one of those mad scientists who doesn’t comb his hair, and mutters a lot, and eats cheese out of a can.
Well, hello daddy.
Any bigger and he wouldn’t even have to bend over to suck his own dick.
Oh, just hanging around the kitchen, you know, whackin’ it.
Open for business. Big business.
Summer is on its way.