Que pasa, turkeys? I have not one item of interest to discuss with you, but I’m not sleepy, so you’re gonna listen to me and my puerile gobbledygook.
So the new giant Cheetos: your thoughts? Somehow I haven’t eaten them yet. But I HAVE eaten the new Burger King French Toast flavored Cheetos. They’re not actually called that (they go by “French Toast flavored snacks”, I believe; catchy!) but it’s totally what they are. Burger King has made French toast flavored Cheetos, and I have spent some of Daddy’s hard-earned to procure and consume a bag of them. In fact, I have done this twice, as I thought they were actually pretty good. In fact, I would go so far as to say I have enjoyed all of the Burger King brand crunchy bagged snacks.
The Ketchup & Fries one tastes like the discolored crud that collects around the ketchup hole, and the Flame Broiled one tastes like walking into a Burger King and inhaling sharply and deeply through both your nose and mouth, but a lot crunchier. Highly recommended!!!!!
I will try any new snack that comes out. At the store the other day I saw honey barbecue flavored Cheetos, and rest assured that I will be putting those into my mouth soon. Barring once-edible items that a human body has converted into something far less salubrious, if you want me to eat something, just let me know and I’ll give it a try! How’s that for a deal and a half?
Here’s some stuff I’ve been into lately.
Back when I worked in a video store, while shelving flickaroonies one day I overheard some goofily dressed young gentlemen discussing what they should rent for a movie, and one of the young men, who apparently had seen more films than the other two, kept enthusiastically insisting “That’s a goodass movie, dude!” whenever either of the other guys picked up a DVD to look at. That really stuck with me for some reason. Anyway, if I may paraphrase whoever the fuck that was, slippers are a goodass garment, dude. They’re comfy, warm, and easy to don and doff. I am heartbroken to report that I do not own these Mario and Luigi ones, but apparently they’re only $10.99 so I might soon.
Yeah, these really aren’t as cool as the Mario and Luigi ones, but frig it, they’re cozy and I like ’em so if you don’t like it you can take a hike. Right now I have two nice homemade pairs of slippers, one from my mom and one from my mom in law, and I have been wearing them constantly while galumphing around the house, picking objects off of surfaces, dumbfoundedly gaping at them, and placing them uncertainly on different surfaces. I’m also getting back into bathrobes, and I have a pair of unflattering, vibrantly blue sweatpant cutoff shorts that I’ve been steadily working back into my favored apparel rotation. These are the salad days, friends.
What else do I like? Why, tea! Yes, tea! Hot water with a bag of fragrant sediment in it, that’s for 2009-era me! I only want tea-likers in my posse henceforth. When making someone’s acquaintance now, I’ve replaced the handshake with the tea opinion query. Cut out the middleman, am I right? We have several different kinds of tea to choose from at our house. I am going to go take a picture of them.
This is an attractively structured little wall of tea, I should think. Tonight we drank quite a bit of that “Chief’s Delight” in the lower left-hand quadrant of the tea bulwark. It contains strawberry leaf, myrtle leaf, blackberry leaf, rose hips, and juniper berry. It is very nice! By all rights it should probably be in the upper left-hand quadrant of the tea bulwark, but what’s done is done. I entreat you to patronize the hippie aisle of your local market and seek out “Chief’s Delight”. You will be soothed, you will be satisfied, and you will repeatedly strike your open mouth with the flat of your hand and make offensive “waw waw waw” noises. That’s right, YOU will do this. You. Atop “Chief’s Delight” is a perfectly good minty type of tea that’ll give you a nice little refreshing kick if you’re of a mind to receive it, and continuing clockwise we find dependable standby “Lemon Zinger”, a beverage that is rarely not a good idea, unless, I don’t know, you have a citrus aversion or a big old mouthful of sores. I don’t know the deal with your respective current mouth statuses, so I can’t reasonably be called upon to accurately speculate on your reaction to “Lemon Zinger”. It’s a good tea, bottom line. Below that is Sleepytime tea, which I actually received as a stocking present for Christmas this year, a fact I am equally pleased and ashamed to report. Really, though, why make fun? You’re really gonna tell me that you wouldn’t be happy to extract an attractively wrapped box of comforting tea from a festively decorated sock? Stop trying to be cool and enjoy life, you elitist swine! Last and quite possibly least is “Morning Thunder”. I believe this has taken the place of gone but not forgotten “Fast Lane” tea, something we used to toss back a lot in college when we wanted to feel the extremes of relaxation and delirium simultaneously. In my mind I’m picturing there being a drawing on the “Fast Lane” box of a guy running down the street while laughing and drilling a hole into his head; I’m almost positive that wasn’t the case, but it would have been appropriate enough. A great and interesting source of caffeine, sorely missed. “Morning Thunder” has not proven to be a viable substitute, but points for trying.
“I broke your television!”
My wife and I have really been enjoying “Futurama” lately. It goes well with slippers and Native American tea. I had always been aware of this show but for one reason or another never gave it much of a chance, and I’m not going to go on too much about it as I believe most of you are probably quite familiar with it. If not, turn on Comedy Central. It’s probably on right now. If you don’t like it, I’ll eat my hat! In fact, I’ll go you one further: I’ll eat the old man who lives next door alive. Please like it; that old man did nothing wrong, and I’ll probably go to prison if I eat him. Pictured above is Dr. Zoidberg, a cross between a Borscht Belt comedian, an inept physician, and a lobster. I laugh uproariously at virtually everything he says. He lost his medical degree in a volcano. Anyway, if you’re like me and you’re a nincompoop who hasn’t given this fantastic cartoon the time of day, do your funnybone a solid and check it out!
In other news, this past weekend I conquered the Ugli fruit. I’d never had one. I went the whole nine yards and got out the cutting board for the occasion. I don’t just whip that out willy-nilly. This was an undertaking and I was going to give the formidable fruit its due.
I wasn’t prepared for the sheer volume of inedible white crap, or “pith”, especially when one reflects on the >$2.00 asking price, but I remained abuzz with anticipation all the same.
Here’s what you’re getting into, should you attempt to chow down on one of these babies. It isn’t as terrifying as it looks. In fact, I came away quite pleased with the overall experience. The hardest part of eating an Ugli fruit is taking pictures of yourself while consuming it so you can post said pictures on your blog for the benefit of none. Without further ado, then, those pictures:
There we go! Say, that’s not half bad!
Down the hatch! GLORF MFLUGG GLUMMPP!
Oh please more oh suckle suckle suckle!
I realize it looks like I’m digging into a Gremlin pod there, but truth be told overall it’s an inoffensive and pleasurable fruit. I’d compare it to eating a mild orange out of a grapefruit’s shell. Plus there’s lot of juice left over when you’re done, for which the fruit’s natural container makes for an ideal receptacle, and you don’t get that lingering stickiness on your face and hands like I find you do with an orange. Only problem is you have to cash out your 401k to buy one. They’re good but I don’t know if they’re two-bucks-and-change-apiece good. It’s exciting to get a wacky fruit every now and then, though, I find. I’ve got my eye on some plantains for next time! If you thought this blog was exciting, just wait till you get a load of me and these plantains! Good night!