telc-Tonic series, no.001: power-UP

telcB-2o14tonicEquatn_n01_P-iichug chug chug…

And what is it that we’re talking about today?  After a night of no sleep (yet), i’m not entirely sure anymore myself… Something about tonics and equations, possibly the fact that i consumed a can of Kirin ビール (beer) with my late-night snack each night for the last 3 nights in a row―except for this past night, and talk of…er…long-eared woodland creatures.  Or perhaps in my case, probably not so long-eared (considering my leporine-design preference).

Lest this recent bout of light-weight lager-consumption should continue on for a good several months uninterrupted, it seems unlikely Continue reading

meat the Porterhouse-Sack

meat the Porterhouse-Sack

culinary sackiCon     beef.  it’s what’s for dinner.

hmmm… note as of  may8th2o14():  peculiarly, this is my most Spammed post (see #SpamSlam on twitter~), w/ various frakkin’ damn-dirty ape amoral people (or more likely toaster robots) attempting to post bogus generic “positive” comments on “how they accidentally happened on this post while feeding their 3 cats and a parakeet” and “how this was such a valuable write-up and that they’ve added it to their RSS-feed definitely come back to read more”…and this was back when this post had simply 1line “beef.  it’s what’s for dinner.” + the above Porterhouse Sack(boy) image.  frakkin’ meatheaded morons.  it’s like moar douchebaggery than Olmec & Dr. Fetus―combined―can dish out…and minus the thumb-breaking platforming fun~  o_O 

*sigh* it’s like poor sackBoy is just meat to be kicked around in the dust…

friggin’ ppl, i swear.  yes, i’m ranting.  obviously.  as much as i love SPAM in my fried rice, all you douchebag spammers out there oughta just get a life, and go crawl into some hole away from the world and the interwebz and…enjoy some SPAM-musubi.  ‘cuz those things are dogdamn delicious!  ah well, c’est la vie~       >[:p