Got hypnotized by egg gadgets, although I won't use any of them in future.
>Dear 007 your egg will not be shaken but stirred. :@
>Squished them too hard.
>This will be totally messy, well these profligates belong to the toaster.
Got some sweet things for weekend:
Kameda kiri mochiage (Seaweed Wrapped Plum Rice Crackers) & Ume flavor Norimaki Senbei.
Bombay sapphire was a bad idea, but I have to live with my choices.
I used to brag about crab cakes (still sometimes) and their flavor. Been checking stores for medium spicy foods lately.
Cheiljedang Bibimbap (assorted vegetables) seems to be even better (although it's technically cup ramen from Korea).
I just wish they made a smaller version, I'm not that hungry yet. Writing makes me thirsty...
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?