Oh Food

All my passions, enervated, extirpated, revolve solely now around food. In my old age, I try to remember what it was that energized me in my impoverished youth: a zeal for social justice and the righting of all wrongs, a restoration of some cosmic balance out of whack, a burning patience that my life will be consumed in an endeavor of some meaning and profundity. Now I look forward to my nightly bowl of pottage and consider myself content. I wonder if it's the way for all humankind, or if it's just the way for fat sexless eunuchs like me.

Monetize!

Okay, so this is now post #3 on this goofy blog. Clicking about randomly on the internet as I do (which, by the by, is how I spend much of my workday, and you should as well), I found this tab on this blogger page saying "Monetize." "What an odd verb," said I to myself; and, always curious, and, always not thinking things through, I curiously not thought things though and inadvertently monetized my poor and innocent blog.

What does this mean? I don't know what this means. Superficially, this means that now there's ads scattered all over the place, messing up my beloved layout. Sub-superficially (I guess this would be ficially), this means I've sold out, and all those unique visitors to this site will be limning my pockets with dross, at the expense of my ever-living soul.

I guess I'm okay with all that.

How To Give Jose The Finger

This is Jose.

As you can see, his smug demeanour practically begs to be given The Finger.

"What is The Finger?" you may ask.

Given that there are many guides to giving The Finger on the internet, many of them contradicting one another, let us now ascertain the One True Way of giving Jose the Finger, using a variety of lovely finger-models.

1. Thrust fist out with straight arm.




2. Extend the middle (third) finger up while curling the second and fourth fingers.



3. Screw you, Jose!