It feels like Fall. Soft mist, dropping temperatures, light jackets.
It is my favorite time of the year.
It feels like Fall. Soft mist, dropping temperatures, light jackets.
It is my favorite time of the year.
Some of you are familiar with my feelings towards Lapsang Souchong tea. Perhaps “feelings” is too weak a word. Maybe “vendetta against,” or “burning desire to eradicate” would be more accurate groupings of words.
There is a certain smell that accompanies Lapsang tea. I am reminded of Christmas when I was younger, when my father and I would put together a model railroad and have it circle the Christmas tree. There was a bottle of liquid smoke that came with that train. You would put a drop or two in the locomotive, then it would smoke happily whilst it made its circuit around the tree.
God The Wikipedia knows what’s in that stuff, but Lapsang reminds me of it.
Lapsang souchong is a tea which has been withered over pine or cedar fires, pan-fried, rolled and oxidized before being fully dried in bamboo baskets over burning pine.
It is my firm belief that Lapsang tastes like the tears of the abused.
One day, I will find out.
I think the game Indigo Prophecy just ruined public bathrooms for me, forever.
Forgot to update billing data. It happens. But Dreamhost was awful quick getting me back online.
Righteous!
Our office has a picture of the whole department up on the refrigerator door right now. It’s a nice picture, pretty clear day, good view of all of our faces.
This morning we had a few visitors, one of whom was familiar with the office.
They see the picture on the refrigerator door and ask the receptionist who the new employee is.
She’s confused because we haven’t hired anyone lately. She asks them to point out who they’re talking about and they point to someone, referring to them as the “new Chinese girl.”
At this point, I think you know how the story ends. My hair isn’t even visible in the picture.