I can’t tell you anything, because they made me sign an NDA. But trust me, it’s pretty rad.
I can, however, talk to you about the immediate past, in which I have made countless millions off eBay, continued to risk life, limb and minor burning with my laptop’s battery, found the One True Chocolate Bar (see right) and written a couple of plays for your delectation beneath.
Also within this time-frame was made a firm and intractable decision by the cat to sleep as often as possible in my wardrobe. When I try to shoo it out it bites me.
I swear, if it shits in there I am going to turn it into a very small stew. I’m not going to eat it, because I have no idea where the bugger’s been (besides my wardrobe). The simple act of making it into stew will be sufficient.
Speaking of which, this week I was fortunate enough to eat meat whose name I knew. My sister recently had her two pet (I use the term loosely) pigs slaughtered, and while I do not know if I was partaking of Glen or Nick they were some very tasty chops indeed. I am unsure as to whether this is due to my familiarity with the animals, or just their high standard of living. Though I do recall Lenny the Lobster tasted pretty good, all those years ago.
I can assure you, the One True Chocolate Bar is true, and unfortunately I have so far only consumed one.
Note the ‘so far’…
I’ll see your chocolate bar and raise you what I think is surely the greatest “holiday” season food never made:
Chocolate peanut-butter covered turkey bites.
Yeah, sounds good, doesn’t it?
Oh my goodness, there is a blog entry about them. O.o
Should I be worried that my clothing space is going to be commandeered for space to store cookies ‘n’ cream bars?
=P
There is still a half eaten one on the desk.. potentially the last in Derby? =]
^^^
Methinks someone got out of bed on the wrong side.
*makes “ooh, handbags” gestures*
[Historical note: this comment was made in response to another comment that was so stupid I deleted it -bob]