This bout of merriment is brought to you today by 2 chocolate chickens and a stock cube, packed to the gills (genetically modified chicken) with tasty msg goodness.
Well, yes. Easter is still months away, but already at the local Coles, there are aisles packed to the gills (genetically modified shelves) with a whole new range of egg-shaped, strawberry-crackle-filled, flour-thickened compound chocolate.
Anyway, with my impeccable track record of failing to consistantly maintain this, my pride and joy (and this, my irony)… I figure that this page, freshly laid now, will keep long past its Easter use-by date. (Much like the heavily discounted, limited edition numbered, collector’s editioned box of Twinkies 2000 that NellieSterrah mailed me. The useby on the box was January 07… so I couldn’t work out if that meant the 7th of January 2000, or January 2007, because you can really taste the humectant in those tasty little critters. Mmm… humect-tant)
And so the moral of the story is… actually, there is no moral. And if you really think about it, there isn’t much of a story either. Hopefully, little one, you have not read this far in the hope of discovering some blinding universal truth. For as I near the end of this missive, I see no moments of clarity to be had. By me.
You know they put flour in cheap chocolate right?
It’s gonna be wonderful.
Oh yeah. There’s some new drawings and stuff in here. Still sort of unemployed, but I believe the more acceptable term is “freelancing”. Alla youse who wanna throw jobs my way, I’m away all of February 2000, but I’ll be back, scrubbed fresh and shiny in March.
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before i had a “blog”, i used to write a sporadically updated letter on the front page of my website. this is one of them. i am consolidating it into these archives, because i can.