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11/28/2007
Idiocy
Okay, so the following link is not for the faint of heart. I'm giving you fair warning because these guys are THE MOST STUPID, idiotic, moronic, dim-witted, dumb ass, vacuous, imbecilic, vapid, pea-brained, thick-headed, brain dead, cretinous, dozy cows on the planet.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=59X2TYaZGZ0
My dad knows this guy and I'm quite happy to pass along the imformation that the transit district fired this guy's ass for being everything mentioned above and then some!
Seriously, this guy should do hard time for the crime against humanity of being stupid. He should be forced to sit in a cell next to a guy that's knitting something that isn't there. And THEN maybe the public can avail itself of the judicial system and feel that justice has indeed been served.
*is angry*
I need to go get a cookie or something.
Later Days,
Arty
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11/27/2007
Do You Remember?
In April weather
When the meadow was blooming
We walked together
To the top of the hill
Among the clover
When the meadow was blooming
We dreamed together
Just as true lovers will
But summer flies on
Far across the horizon
And winter lies on
Over the valley and hill
Do you remember?
When the meadow was blooming?
In bleak December
Do you think of me still?
Do you remember?
Just as I always will?
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11/24/2007
I'm Dreaming...
of a not-so-white Christmas.
Hello! Yes, it's been a while, hasn't it? My blogging seems to be a bit more sporadic as of late, as if I have lost my will to write. It's funny to look back and see that while I was in school, I blogged quite regularly on top of the plethora of writing I was already having to do. Odd, that.
Anyway, I'm here now and I have news! It's nothing terribly exciting, so settle down. It's just me updating you about what's been going on the past few days. That's to say pre-Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving itself and the post traumatic Thanksgiving. I add the 'traumatic' part for Matt's behalf because tradition for me can be pretty flipping scary for someone just coming into the family. And let's face it, even after three and half years, Matt is still pretty new to people.
Pre-Thanksgiving was a bit nasty. My mother was in a mood, I was in a mood, as a result of us being in a mood, everyone else was on edge. I think it was the stress of having to do so much before Thanksgiving proper. Because it wasn't especially nice, I'm going to skip this bit of the story and go straight to the Thanksgiving proper festivities.
I got up about 9ish, showered, got dressed, emerged from the bathroom feeling soft and smelling nice. I then wandered downstairs and got some breakfast, which consisted of graham crackers and milk and then I got yelled at by my mother, who was still in a mood. The yelling put me into a mood again and thus was spent the greater part of my morning. I went to collect Matt at the apartment and when we returned to the house, we sat and watched some of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, which always has a Snoopy balloon. And as we all know, Snoopy rules.
After one more tongue lashing from my mother, I decided I'd had enough of the air inside the house and I took a bowl, marched myself to the backyard and spent a few minutes collecting lemons from our lemon tree. My dad, who was working in the garage came to aid me in getting some of the really high ones. This is the same tree, keep in mind, that bit Jeff last weekend. He went with me to collect lemons (this tree is freakish in the amount of lemons it actually produces throughout the winter months), but it was done in the dark. That said, he and I were gathering our lemons by the light of a key chain LED light and the light of a cell phone.
Now here's an interesting fact for you. Lemon trees, much like roses, have thorns on them. These aren't regular thorns, though. These ones make the thorns on roses look like the gentle and tender caress of a lover and we all know that pricking your finger on a rose thorn sucks eggs. Well, the lemon tree has large thorns. We're talking Rapunzel-stab-out-the-eyes-of-the-witch large. Or, if you're so inclined to believe, Sleeping-Beauty-briar-hedge-keeping-all-forms-of-life-away-for-a-hundred-years type thorns. Oh yeah. They're nasty things.
Anyway, Jeff pricked himself on a lemon tree thorn in the dark and subsequently gave the lemon tree a good tongue lashing. I, of course, was laughing most of the time. Naturally, I inspected his finger by the light of his cell phone, pronounced his prognosis for was favorable and then I laughed. By this time we had enough lemons for the purposes we were employing them for and we came back inside where he tried to leech sympathy from everyone else. Like me, they just laughed at him.
But back to Thanksgiving!
I got lemons to make lemonade, which is what Jeff was helping me do last weekend. He likes my lemonade. A lot. I won't go into too much detail about how much because some of my more delicate readers might find it disturbing.
So I brought the lemons inside, washed them off (they tend to get dirt on them, although I assure you I'm not sure how), juiced them and made my lemonade. I'm happy to say it was yummy. It was then that moods started to lighten. A bunch of us settled in to watch some DVDs and before we knew it, Uncle Ron and Aunt Becky were here with Pepper. Soon after, feasting commenced and very soon after that sleepiness followed. I actually fell asleep on the floor and was awakened by Pepper licking my nose. Granted, I love her, but not so much that I'd let her lick me awake without promptly following it with a good face washing.
Once awake, we had pie, sat around for another hour or so chatting and then Uncle Ron and Aunt Becky left with Pepper. That was our cue to fold ourselves inside coats and head out the the cinema. This is another tradition in my family. On Thanksgiving night we always go to see a movie as a family. We've been doing it for over fifteen years now. I won't say what we saw because that's the not point, really. The point is that we literally spend the day together as a family.
Post Traumatic Thanksgiving is a tradition that has been around since before I was born. Again, tradition dictates that the day after Thanksgiving, in my household, Christmas decorations start going up. All of us love Christmas so much for one reason or the other that we tend to make the most of the season by putting everything up and out and then spending a great deal, if not all, of December enjoying lights and sounds and smells. The cookies my grandmother cranks out are worth every anticipation they induce. And yeah, I might complain about the scratches I get setting up the trees (yes, you read that correctly...trees...in the plural) and putting lights on them, but at the end of the day, I can't find anything to justify the holding of a grudge. Everything is just so pretty.
Magical is the word I'd use to describe it. Christmas, for me personally, is magical.
Yesterday Uncle Benny and I got all the garland up in the hallway, we did some garland on the porch this year as well. My dad spent the morning outside with my brothers lining the gables and the rest of the roof with colored lights. When they were done, Uncle Benny and I took to the porch and added all the greenery before adding the same colored lights to that as well.
I was also able to get the wreaths up on the doors. There are two on the front door, front and back, one on the entry hall closet, one on the dining room door, another on the hallway door and three upstairs (one of each of the two bedroom doors and the third on the bathroom door). I also helped get the fireplace decorated with garlands and also the stocking were hung by the chimney with great care. There's an odd number of them so spacing them properly is always a task that involves patience.
Uncle Arnie got his tree up and lights on that, but no ornaments. By the time he finished, it was dinner time and my mom and grandmother made a delicious turkey pot pie with some of the leftover turkey from Thanksgiving. After all of us were sufficiently fat and sassy we packed up and headed out to Walnut Creek to do a bit of shopping. Matt and I got some Christmas ornament for our tree at the apartment and we generally had a good time even if we were all exhausted by the end of the night.
Today Uncle Benny and I tackled my mother's tree. We put it us, added about 1200 white lights and then headed over to the apartment where we lived in a state of déja vu by doing the same exact thing. My tree has 1400 lights, 200 of which twinkle at different intervals and with different intensity. At this point, all three of us were hungry, so we went to La Piñata for some take-out. Oh man. Mexican food is just the best!
After dinner Matt and I then set about to putting all the ornaments on (this is where the déja vu ended since we didn't put the ornaments on my mom's tree, but rather just the lights). I've been collecting ornaments gradually over the years, so by the end of tonight, the tree was relatively full and beautiful. Believe me when I tell you that I take after my uncles in that I can cram a Christmas tree with lots and lots of stuff. I have keychains, antenna balls, etc. on it. And I'm sure if I had more stuff I could pack it in there and it'd still be just as pretty.
So I've been kept well out of trouble the last few days. I considered copying Hobbs' blog about what he's thankful for, but then I realized I don't have the energy to list everything I can think of and you don't have the time to read it.
Speaking of lacking energy, I really do think it's in my best interest to get some sleep. Photos of everything I've mentioned will soon follow on Facebook! Until then, loves!
Later Days,
Arty
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11/17/2007
A Few Highlights
And by a few, I really mean quite a lot. That's right, blogdom, I have joined the ranks of those people in the world who have ginger hair. Yup. I'm a redhead now. Go me.
Okay, so I'm kidding about that! I would never put those kinds of chemicals in my body, let alone my hair! But my day has not been without its highlights. Here are a few of them:
1) Getting to wear my brother's Tennessee Vols (short for Volunteers, which is the University of Tennessee's mascot) sweatshirt.
2) I got to chat with both Hobbs AND Margo at the same time for a couple hours today.
3) During which time Hobbs' father popped into the room, took one look at my camera and asked, 'who's that guy?'
4) After which I then teased the daylights out of Hobbs and said no amount of apologies would make up for it.
5) Telling Hobbs that because of his sassiness, I'm going to wear a red dress to his funeral.
6) Getting to go see my friend Taiko (who's from Japan) play in a handbell concert with her group (also from Japan). They're here on tour.
7) Raiding the cupboards do turn out a couple of fritattas for dinner.
8) Making said fritattas with my uncles and getting to talk to them, laugh at Uncle Benny in an apron and make some good eats.
9) Picking lemons from our lemon tree in the backyard with Jeff.
10) Hearing Jeff curse said lemon tree for pricking him with a thorn.
11) Making lemonade from the freshly picked lemons.
12) Eating something called a fruit pizza. It was really yummy.
13) Being reminded that I'm not meant to be a super skinny woman. I'm Puerto Rican. I'm meant to have curves. And that's perfectly alright.
14) Reading "Water for Elephants."
15) Reading this blog entry and laughing hysterically:
http://blog.eod.com/post/18911755
16) Bed!
Later Days,
Arty
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11/14/2007
Horizon
Hello!! It's been a while, I know, and the last couple posts have been a drag for some of my readership. I know that too. The thing you must understand is that things will often build up in me...my mind, my thoughts, my soul, etc. and writing things like the last two posts is theraputic. I can best describe it as though there's poison in me and writing is a means by which to extract it. Margo understands best, I think. She and I are both writers. We suffer from the same things.
Anyway, I thought I'd update you on what's going on as of late. A lot of things are happening and a lot of things are going to happen, thus the title 'horizon' for this blog.
It's one week away from deliciousness and Americans everywhere are quivering with anticipation. That's right. Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Now, I know for some of my readership, Thanksgiving holds no sentimental value for you. I'm actually surprised how many English people I speak with online think that Thanksgiving is another knock at celebrating our freedom.
I would like to completely refute this preposterous idea!
It's not a holiday to celebrate our freedom. It's just what the name suggests. It's a day entirely based around the idea of giving thanks for things that we have in our lives. Yes, the pilgrims fled England in search of religious freedom and yes, that is in keeping with the ideas that follow through to the American Revolution, but this holiday in and of itself has nothing to do with anything other than being thankful.
The fact that we all stuff ourselves blind, lie around like third base for the afternoon and then eat some more is entirely beside the point. Personally, I'm thankful for the leftovers. There's nothing quite like a sandwich for breakfast the Friday after Thanksgiving that has mayonnaise, stuffing, turkey and cranberry sauce slapped between two pieces of bread. Oh man. It just is the epitome of goodness. Not to mention the sign that Christmas is here!
But why?
Well, tradition in my household states that the day after Thanksgiving, everyone gets up whenever they feel like, gets dressed in jeans and an over-sized sweatshirt/sweater and socks, wanders downstairs for one of the aformentioned sandwiches and then we all hold counsel in the living room while we nosh and drink milk.
What do we hold counsel for?
We all bat around ideas about which way to set the house for Christmas. And for those of you who don't know me well, Christmas is THE holiday at my house. We go crazy-all-out style. Anyway, the day after Thanksgiving is the day we start putting Christmas decorations up and we need to decide where everything will go before we raid the attic.
Inevitably Uncle Arnie will start to tackle his Christmas tree while Uncle Benny and I tackle the one my family uses. Jeff and Jeremy help for a little while, grow bored and then disappear to play games together on the PlayStation. My grandmother sits at the computer, overwhelmed by all the boxes that seem to materialize out of nowhere and then disappears to the kitchen to either bake or make sure that the rest of us are being well fed. My mom usually clears things up as we're working, which is nice and my dad usually spends the day watching us do what we do best...which is make a ruckus and then sit back and be pleased with ourselves and our efforts.
There's also Christmas music that goes on, cookies that are baked, etc.
Matt's only been here once that I can remember for the ordeal that is the day after Thanksgiving. I remember him just sitting with my dad and being kind of overwhelmed with how things are done. I'm not if he's looking forward to it this year or not. He's absolutely forbidden me from doing a Christmas tree at the aprartment until the first of December. I have reluctantly agreed. The upside of this deal, though, is that by the time the apartment is ready for the tree, I'll have my people around to help me decorate, so really, I benefit from being forced to wait.
Another thing that's sitting on the horizon, of course, is my wedding. And I know it's been looming on the horizon for like the last four years or so, but that's not the point! The point of this story is to inform you all that my brothers are beginning to plot how to change my room into a 'bitchin' bachelor pad' for their use. So far the talks include a mirror ball, crazy lights and a sign on the bedroom door saying 'clothing optional beyond this point.' It's not turning out to be a pretty picture.
What can I say? It's a sign Jeff got from a state beach somewhere. And yes, California has nude beaches. There are plenty of them, some of which are in San Francisco, but being the lady I am, I've never been to one.
There was also talk of a black light, but I think my brothers will 86 that idea in the end.
Pepper is coming over for Thanksgiving as well. I'm really excited.
I'm considering trying my hand at making some authentic pan perdu sometime soon. Mmm...some of the best foods around really are developed out of necessity.
But why do you ask?
Well, 'pan perdu' is French for 'lost bread' and it was developed as a way to not waste bread that had gone stale. It's great stuff, really. Necessity really is the mother of most invention. I say most because I sometimes seriously question the necessity of SUV cars. I also question the existence of 680 ladies, but that borders on the philosophical, which I won't put you through.
Well, it's getting late and with every minute my horizons include a bed and some sleep. I shall talk to you ovely people another time!
Later Days,
Arty
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11/11/2007
Wonder
Some things in life impress
Others distress
Still there are more that never cease to amaze
They are the things that always remain constant in your mind
The things that cause a smile to involuntarily spread across your face
The beauty of a memory that brings tears
It's the gift of youth
Lost to successions of generations
But withheld by the young-at-heart
Thing one
Which causes ceaseless wonder:
Flying a kite and seeing it sustained by something invisible
Remnants of a power far greater than us
Magic made tangible against skin
Inspiration given color and form
Thing two
Which causes ceaseless wonder:
The Golden Gate Bridge
Proof that the unthinkable can be achieved
Beauty made to transcend language
Strength that can be touched
Thing three
Which causes ceaseless wonder:
Color
Imagination made boundless
Character given place
Nature forcibly recognized
Thing four
Which causes ceaseless wonder:
Music
Sound granted life with one breath
Goodness universally revered
Creation immortal
Thing five
Which causes ceaseless wonder:
Laughter
Happiness manifest
Memories captured
Life given to those without
Thing six
Which causes ceaseless wonder:
Winter
Air that bites you
Incentive to sit closer together, find a hand to hold and share a blanket
A season of beautiful desolation with the knowledge that the world is just sleeping for a time
Thing seven
Which causes ceaseless wonder:
You
Everything about you
Habits, quirks and dislikes
How you love me
It is thing seven which causes the most wonder in me
For I am selfish, unworthy and undeserving of your affections
Of your attentions
So what is it that keeps you here beside me?
The thing that causes you to choose me over your own life each night?
Will you tell me, please?
I cannot promise understanding
Agreement
Or rapid change
But I can offer you this sentiment:
You are the most important
Most significant wonder of my life
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11/10/2007
Distance Recognized
It was
It has been
It used to be
All of it, me
I was the reason for disfunction
For hatred abounding
Jealousy
Anger
Self-deprecation
It is
It always is
It always will be
All of it, me
The reason for frigid air
The cause of cynicism
Antipathy
Spite
Abhorrence
My face
My laugh
My smile
My happiness
My very life will be the cause of her pain
I used to think that I was better than her
In some ways I still do
But I now realize that the distance I projected on myself
Really isn't that far at all
I'm only within a stone's throw of her
Of her loathing
Of her jealousy
Of her anger which is directed at me because she cannot direct it at herself
And for her anger which is directed at herself because she cannot blame me
But I am worthy of blame
Not because of anything I have done
But because of my pride
I used to think that I was better than her
In some ways I still do
Because I moved on
But the old saying is true
The one about hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
And we are, both of us, scorned
The fury inside me, I have found, is condemning
And he has my apologies for being like her
For being so very much like her in a single moment
When I was not myself
Not the woman he knew
The woman he loved
The woman he still loves for being herself without shame or addition
So it ends here
That I may truly be better than her
And it is done by this:
I forgive you
I forgive you for all the sadness you have caused me
I forgive you for being unable to overcome your own personal obstacles
And for letting them stand in the way of redemption
I forgive you for all the bitterness you have inflicted upon me
Upon my friends
I forgive you for being a fierce opponents
I forgive you for holding things against me which I am not responsible for
I forgive you for the blame you place solely on me
And I add this to the mix:
I pray for you
That you will be able to forgive yourself for the horrible things you have done
That you will be able to pick up the pieces, which I know have fallen so hard, and move on
That you will one day look back and see the foolishness and childishness of the whole ordeal
To look back and see that in the grand scheme of things, it just doesn't matter
And now I am done with your vendetta against me
I will not know you anymore for she has been long consumed by envy, pride and dissatisfaction
I will forget about you and never glance back at this time we have had
But I am certain that you will think of me most days and try to hold yourself to a standard I did not set
Because all I ever asked of you was that you be yourself
That you might find happiness in that
So I am finished
With this distance recognized
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11/07/2007
Questionable Motives
Despite what the title implies, this isn't going to be a blog about something deep, dark and intimate. No, it'll be about something totally different. You see, Richard and Fiona came over tonight one last time for dinner before they go home. We had Greek food, which we made and it was so yummy that now people are more or less lying around like third base, lacking the energy to resist what my mother has thrust upon us all.
It's torturous, really, and I'm contemplating the meaning of waking up tomorrow morning and I've come to the conclusion that the only reason to get up tomorrow after this insanity is because I promised Richard and Fiona to go with them to take back their rental car.
But what's so bad?
The CMAs. Those of you in England with the great and luxurious fortune of not knowing what that is, it stands for the Country Music Awards. And yes. It's horrible. Country music isn't my thing at all, but my mom is into it. And it really is unfortunate that we lack the energy to defy her. Believe you me, with some of the things I've seen tonight, I'd totally slay the beast that is the CMA ceremonies on television.
Some of the things I've seen tonight include, but are by no means limited to (special emphasis on 'but are no means limited to!):
- Some woman performing in black stockings, brown leather shorts (leather shorts!), a red sequin top AND as if that weren't enough, she also had three or four eagle feather hanging down on the right side of her hip.
- Some blond with hair that looked as though she spent three days lying on her kitchen floor out in the country to let the rats that infest the area design, work with and ultimately style her hair for the occasion of what's equivalent to the Oscars for actors.
- Some other woman that apparently hasn't heard of the glorious invention of a slip. Seriously. A red dress that's backlit without a slip IS NOT okay. Ever.
- A guitar with a diamond-encrusted face. Again. This IS NOT okay. Ever. It's a guitar.
- Kid Rock. Enough said.
- A leather hooded jacket. Oh...and a cowboy hat with a Hollywood t-shirt. I want my misery to end.
- A news report during the blissful time known as commercial break that tells me some tanker boat ran into one of the piers supporting the Bay Bridge! It ran into a pier?! What the heck?!
Admittedly, I doubt the bridge suffered any damage. That thing could take out any tanker, but apparently the downside of the whole ordeal is that the tanker has now dumped somewhere in the neighborhood of 60,000 gallons of oil/petrol into the bay. This will no doubtedly lead to Bekerley rising as one to try and slay the company responsible for the tanker and/or the captain of the vessel. There will be class action lawsuits, dead and sick wildlife, disgruntled citizens all over the Bay Area and some group of beaver-savers left very upset that they're no longer getting attention about their 'fight' for the rights of the beavers.
- Jamie Foxx. Singing.
- The lyrics 'I feel no shame I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks.'
- Reba in gorgeous dresses that I don't have.
- Fort Point being closed due to the oil spill. It's a sad thing to hear. I love Fort Point.
- Aqua Dots, which is a child's toy, have apparently been recalled for GHB. That's Gamma-Hydroxybutyric. It's used as an adhesive to make the little dots stick together, but it's more commonly known as a date-rape drug. Do with this information and react to it as you will. I choose not to react because it would just make me too angry.
- Pat Robertson. A minion of something not all together good.
And now I think I'm going to go away. Some reading is calling to me and who am I to ignore a good book?
Later Days,
Arty
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Arty the Greek!
Beware her! Fear her! Adore and acquiesce to her! She is to be loved, celebrated and remembered!
But why?
Because I say so. But more adequately put, it's because I'm making Greek food tonight. Oh yeah! I can't wait. The menu is as follows, so for all of you food lovers out there, and even for those of you that are non-believers (*glares at Ant*), here it is.
1) Tzatziki
This is a delightful yoghurt dish with minced cucumber, mint, garlic, olive oil, red wine vinegar, salt and pepper. It can be used like sour cream on pretty much anything you'd like.
2) Pita
Which tonight will really be tortillas and therefore pocketless. But not just any tortillas. They'll be my homemade ones, which are lovely and fluffy and all around yummy.
3) Cucumber-Tomato Salad
I know Benny is cringing with this one. It's diced cucumber, diced tomato, sliced red onion, chopped flat-leaf parsely a little salt and pepper, some olive oil and red wine vinegar. It's mixed all together, covered and stashed in the fridge for a few hours to get all happy.
4) Couscous Salad
Couscous cooked with some garlic and toasted in olive oil in a pan before adding vegetable stock, some water and some lemon juice. It's left to do it's thing and when it's done, it's left to sit until it reaches room temperature. At that point, happiness is made bliss with the addition of some chopped mint, chopped basil, dried cranberries and slivered almonds.
BUT WHERE'S THE MEAT, I hear some of you say.
Well...
5) Mediterranean Pastry Puffs
These little beauties consist of diced chicken (already cooked), feta cheese, roasted red peppers, herbs, spinach and basil pesto (which I made earlier) all wrapped up inside of some puff pastry. There. Happy now?
6) Cherry Cobbler
My grandmother made this earlier and now it's just sitting out on the counter looking decidedly sultry. Admittedly, it's not so Greek in origin, but that doesn't seem to matter to me. It looks seriously good. We'll have that with some vanilla ice cream and generally just be fat and sassy the rest of the night.
I'll be sure to take photos of this stuff and add it to my Facebook account so you can see what the end product looks like. And now if you'll excuse me, I must make myself more industrious by going to fold some laundry.
Later Days,
Arty
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11/03/2007
Selfishness
Okay, okay! I must confess to you all that I have been selfish the last couple evenings. I've quietly tucked myself away with a book (I'm finishing of The Spider Catcher and moving right along to Water for Elephants) and kept a bit of news to savor on my own. That's right. Savor is the word I used and I wouldn't like to substitute any other word for it either. It's the correct word to use.
Matt knows my secret, as do the members of my immediate family. Somehow, though, news has slowly leaked out and other people are beginning to find out, so I figure now is a good time to share the big scary secret with you lovely lot.
The news is simple and quite simply is this:
*takes deep breath*
My application that I filled out on Matt's behalf for his visa was approved. APPROVED!!
*ecstatically and deliriously happy*
Later Days,
Arty!
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11/01/2007
Blind Taste Tests
This is going to be a short blog, kids. And it's going to be about a blind taste test I did last night. You see, all along I've maintained that the brown M&Ms tastes better than the rest. Someone didn't believe me, so last night I did a blind taste test with witnesses. The outcome was simple, really.
Arty - 2
M&Ms - 0 (that is to say I was right in each taste test about which one was the brown one).
Oh yes. I'm pleased.
That is all.
Later Days,
Arty
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