Interface (and probably taste) Fail
We find ourselves in straitened circumstances indeed, don't we? Every day a car wash sits idle; every day a taco gets halfway to a mouth but then the purchaser thinks no, no, I cannot do this. The taco is put back on the plate. The car rolls on in relative filth, its dashboard (particularly the area around the steering column) dusted with cuticle dander and atmospheric motes. Verily, the driver gets a taco at Taco Bell, which is actually cheaper than a real taco. This land is your land, this land is mine.
I hope that those of you who straddle the twin lips of the crevasse between WTF and OMG can make a break for either camp and parts beyond. I hope we stop scaring each other into groupthink hoarding. I hope we enjoy each day with a hot or cold beverage and a sweet or savory dish.
Thank you for reading, and as I ramp Achewood back up into a fairly steady mode of production, I hope you continue to enjoy the work. It'll be what it'll be, and it is my hope that as long as I have a laugh, you have a laugh.
Best wishes on a lifeboat of a year,
OK, one more thing. Which do you think is cuter, koalas or pandas?
This is a hard one, as you must know. I struggle with this a lot. Koalas sleep like 20 hours a day, and also will tear your ass up if you bother them. And then go back to sleep, I guess. And when a cute animal's usual M.O. is drowsy passivity, but can be provoked into devastating violence... well that's just like turbo cuteness, to me. In animals, and honestly, in people too. I don't think panda bears have this kind of game, so I'll go with koalas.