I have decided to make a return to the kitchen (on a part-time basis). The Lunch Counter will be open for business on statutory holidays, even-numbered Fridays, during state funerals and lunar eclipses, on my anniversary, and most certainly on Robbie Burns Day. (Och. Hootman.)
I guess I missed the smell of saturated fat and burning fur.
Later, dudes. I'm off to an Inauguration Ball.
the wind
4 years ago
8 comments:
Difficult to ascertain what exactly is going on with you and your blogging habits of late, but my gut tells me you are attempting to excise yourself from the medium. I know the feeling well and if indeed this is the case I likely shouldn't be here 'feeding the bears', so to speak.
Now, I'd like just an oatcake and a cup of herbal tea, please. The New Year slim down continues..
Omar: Grab your usual table. Your snack will be served directly.
Actually, I still enjoy blogging. But every so often -- and this has a lot to do with my brain chemistry and the tendency I have to slip up on my meds -- I just feel the need to bail, to disappear from view and 'reinvent' myself. Of course, my disappearing acts are never long-lived. I guess I just can't shut the hell up. These bouts usually occur because I've fallen behind on a manuscript, or the research has become overwhelming.
Welcome back again. Pick Tuesday for any special reason?
Woozie: I put it down to the power of Hope and the seduction of Change. Plus, I have to make a haggis for Robbie Burns day.
burns day isn't till sunday. you hafta let that thang sit and ripen for a while?
omg & lol, that^ wuz me @ the reference desk, behind someone who neglected to sign off....
i lookt at haggis @ google images and really it loox like a huge link o boudin. want to try. i think.
Foff: Ya canna rush a haggis, lad.
Uno: From now on, you'll always be Foff to me.
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