Yesterday, we ate at Solo’s Restaurant in the Springs. It’s an aviation museum, with okay-but-not-memorable food; of course we sat inside the airplane and played with all the buttons in the cockpit.

Cote d’Or Lait Intense, nuance de noir, Belgian Milk Chocolate Confection with a Dark Chocolate Filling Note: This is milk chocolate, which I usually don’t go for. Yummy. I really didn’t notice the dark chocolate, though. Very creamy, smooth, soothing…very much a comfort food. Nothing grainy or oversweet about it. However…not dark chocolate. To me,

Here‘s a video of FLCL stuff set to “It’s the End of the World as We Know It,” which sums it up nicely, I think. And here‘s one set to “Everlong.” Completely different, also as true. It’s a like a fruit, you slice it one way, you get apples, you slice it another way, you

Nothing to make you feel stupid than a mind-bending Antiriddle. I’m trying to figure out the “Time Flies” clue. I tried Rome.php and Istanbul.php, but nothing. Hints welcome. (via Neatorama.)

My name is Yon YonsonI come from WisconsinI work as a lumberjack thereThey ask me my name and I say…

vomitorium (vom-i-TOR-ee-uhm) noun, plural vomitoria A passageway to the rows of seats in a theater. [From Latin vomitorium, from vomere (to discharge).] Vomitoria in ancient amphitheaters helped the audience to reach their seats quickly and then, at the end of the performance, leave at an equal speed (hence the name). Thousands of seats could be

We’re watching The Muppets’ Wizard of Oz. It’s great. All three of us are giggling in a most undignified way. “Hi! My name is DOROTHY.” “Trust no one. It could be a sign.”“Yeah, there’s another sign. Danger, high voltage.” “…So I could marry the love of my life. Camilla.”“A chicken. Wierdo.” Gonzo (Tin Man) attaches

Not being dead, and just having finished the taxes, I need a sugar rush. Cadbury eggs. Are they smaller than they used to be? Let’s find out.

Music video of the mandlebrot set, zooming in and out. Zooooom!

Couple of ideas on how plots work. Just messing around. 1. When you’re telling someone about a story you heard — about someone you know, maybe — it goes like this: You know…? Yeah, the one who… well, something happened one day… no, wait, it gets better/worse… but in the end it was all okay/it