"what, is the renfest in town again?"
Not so much.
"then why that title?"
A small celebration seemed in order; that's what popped into my head.
"your head is a weird place, dude."
You should know, you live there.
"eh. [shrug] well, if we're celebrating... [*cshk*]"
Hand one of those over here, will ya?
"what? it's 7am, dude."
And it's my day off. Fork one over, already.

Hell of a buildup for what is, essentially, just a one sentence post: Eric over on websnark is updating again.

"Huzzah! break out the grog and cakes!"
"do we have any cake?"
"I'll go check"

I've said it before, but I can repeat myself. Eric Burns is the wordiest mofo I've ever run into, on or off the 'net, and no matter what topic he cares to pick up, I find myself intrigued (almost always; at the very least I'm interested) in how he manages to illustrate, elucidate, and prevaricate on whatever the subject du jour happens to be. More often than not, it's comics. I like comics.

If you haven't yet read any snarks over on the 'snark, why, I'd recommend you get over there today, if only for the pointer Eric gives us toward Cheshire Crossing.

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no, I'm not really sure where that entry title came from.

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c'mon, how could you miss it? it's been one of my standing recs up there in the stickied post for like, ever.

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"We don't have any cake. or grog for that matter. We've got ramen, leftover burritos, and Icehouse."
" ...is the Icehouse cold, perchance?"
"well, yeah."
[in stereo] "Huzzah!"
mmmm.... burritos and beer for breakfast.
"That really isn't healthy, sir"
No. My burrito recipe is quite healthful, outside of the high sodium content.
[mumbled 'round a mouthful] " 'sgood, too. have some."

"Oh well, if you can't beat them..."
[*cshk*]